Gotham Penguin Riddler Novels & Stories

Here we go. The few that were there fell fast, our group did not have to do anything. Ryder, believing himself to be Batman, approached the door of the penthouse -where surely the kidnapped are and full of men pointing at the door waiting for us to enter- and, under the silence that warned that everything would soon change, he knocks on the door with the rhythm of a song. — Delivery has arrived! he exclaims. Only silence is heard from the other side. I strain my ears and hear the low sound of a charger.

I reached for it quickly and unlocked it with ease. I quickly scrolled through his list of contacts and smiled when I found one that was all too familiar to me. I knew exactly why his voice sounded so familiar, because we had spoken a lot more than once since the smuggling trade began. “You’re G… I get it, G for Gilliard… you helped me to make and distribute the counterfeit milk tokens.” His eyes widened drastically as he looked me up and down in disbelief. “You’re R?” He was very confused by this point not that I blamed him of course. “But what does the R stand for?”

He was feeling like a complete idiot at that time. Rick walked up to Rodger and said "So, you came here to kill me, did you? What have I ever done to you to make you take such action against me?" Rodger almost spat at Rick before saying "You are the reason my friend Robin Wright is in prison! You are also the reason I and my business associates are loosing money hand over fist the world over! You deserve nothing less than death!"

I laughed. “...(o_o)” he was so confused that I bust into laughter again. I felt proud of my villainous riddle and game. As a DC and Marvel hardcore fan, I have always loved the villains more than the heroes. And as such, my favorite villains were “The Riddler” and “The Joker”. “You can't do this!” the chief flared up in both fear and anger. He finally caught on the answer to the riddle. “Oh I can.” I said and grabbed his neck.

Someone disguises as Pigeon, most likely, but I don’t know who it might be. "Pigeon?" I acted like I was confused about who the woman was. He looked up at me, the seriousness of his keen, deep-set darker shade brown orbs I can't read. "Pigeon is the well known legendary hacker who could hack technology-based things, and also a great thief," he replied as if he knew her.