Gotham Riddler Riddles Novels & Stories

We rushed to the keyboard on the desk, typed a few keys, and a drawer popped open with another note. "'The more of me you take, the more you leave behind.'" I frowned. "A burden?" "No." "Debt?" "No." "Childhood trauma?" Creed gave me a look. "…Footsteps." "Okay, Mr. Genius, go on." --- The riddles just got worse. By the 30-minute mark, we were lying on the floor. "This is stupid," I groaned. "Who has fun doing this?" Creed leaned his head back. "People who like puzzles. Problem-solving."

“Looks like a combination lock. We need to….” Zane didn’t wait. He stepped back and slammed his foot into the gate. The metal groaned but didn’t break. “Zane, for fuck’s sake,” Caius snapped. “It’s not just about force!” Lysander smirked. “Worked before.” Alerion gave them a warning look. “Let Caius do his thing.” Caius crouched, tracing the symbols with his fingers. “It’s a riddle. ‘Two legs in the morning, four at noon, three at night.’”

No other organs. I had my eyes closed tightly and then noticed the silence in my cell. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Rana and Megera, who looked at me with expectant gazes. They trusted me to solve this. I looked away from them, away from their faces, and looked around at the other cells. Everybody was busy thrashing their rooms. Some were trying to climb their cells, some were fighting with each other. All these demons just.. I snapped my head back to my teammates. The riddle says what. Not who. It's a thing. It's an item. An item that's here somewhere. Hearts.. Hearts...

I fully opened the lamp to set the butterfly free and to my surprise, it landed on my hand first, as if it's thanking me before flying. "Alright, let's see the next item. I give life to man's creation. Without me, you won't function well and if I'm drained, you will have to replace me. Look for me where the cold lies under your feet and where the beautiful view of God's creation can be seen." I read the next riddle out and we thought for a minute. "Charger?" He suggested while scratching his chin. "It doesn't drain. Hmm, how about... ah, I know! A battery!" I exclaimed with a snap of my fingers.

The guardians, too, seemed impressed, their glowing eyes widening slightly. But the trial was far from over. The guardians led them to a second test, this time one that involved solving an ancient riddle etched into the surface of a towering stone monolith. The riddle was complex, its meaning obscured by layers of symbolism and allegory. The clues were subtle, requiring keen observation and an intuitive understanding of ancient lore. It was Ronan, with his sharp intellect and his vast knowledge of ancient cultures, who eventually cracked the code. He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith.

"Symbolizes 'shattered dreams and illusions'. Absolutely not. That is terrible juju for my bank account. Skip." I drag my finger to the next target: The Sphinx. "Giant lion-bird lady. Loves blocking roads. Bites people's heads off if they fail her ancient pop quizzes." "Are you good at ancient Greek riddles?" Arlo asks nervously. I rub my chin, a chaotic, dangerously brilliant idea sparking in my brain. "What if I just confuse the hell out of her and ask her a riddle first?" Arlo looks at me like I am insane. "I...I have no idea. You could try?"

“The riddle is trying to throw us off, by making us choose from one pillar. But what if the answer is one symbol from both riddles?” “You could be right,” I acquiesced. “Especially since every message in these riddles is about two halves completing a whole. But which combination of symbols is correct?” Evelina bit her bottom, contemplating my question. “How about…I pick a symbol mentioned in the riddle on my pillar, and you pick any of the two symbols from yours? If this really is about teamwork, then we both should pick.” “If this doesn’t work, something even worse is going to jump out and try to kill us,” I pointed out.

“Good evening, Kai, you have 20 minutes to solve the riddles and escape this room.” The screen of the tablet opened with the first riddle and I read it. “You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I’m quick when I’m thin and slow when I’m fat. The wind is my enemy.” There was a space at the bottom of the page for me to type in the answer. “Real funny, whoever this is, I’m not playing your stupid game anymore,” I said out loud, and the walls moved closer towards me. I looked back at the tablet and typed in ‘candle’. The next question appeared on the screen and showed two of five.

Varric continued, “You will each be given the riddle. You may work alone, or seek help from those who stand with you. But know this: speed alone will not grant victory. Only truth will.” An attendant pressed a rolled parchment into my hands. My pulse thundered as I unrolled it. The riddle’s first line leapt out at me: “I am taken from a mine, locked in a wooden case, never released, and yet almost every soul uses me. What am I?” My lips parted. A riddle. A test of patience, not blades. Serena scoffed behind me. “Child’s play.” But as I read on, the riddles grew stranger, deeper, layered in metaphor and hidden meaning. They weren’t just puzzles—they were traps for the impatient.

“Chosen One, to claim your path, you must answer my riddle: ‘In the still of the night, I hold the key, Whispers of truth, just listen to me. I fly without wings, I cry without eyes, Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?’” Damien furrowed his brow, the riddle echoing in his mind. The others watched, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and concern. “It’s a tough one,” Claud murmured. “Take your time.” Damien thought about it, pacing slowly. He recalled the way the night felt, the mysteries it held. “It’s…” he began, uncertainty clouding his mind. “Could it be… a star?”