Who:Riddler;ota when:Late afternoon Where: Probably somewhere with bad guys? What: Checking out the new place Rating/Status: TBD/open
It hadn't taken long to find the local criminals. Most of which seemed...organized, but dull. Given he was used to gangs, thugs to pay and boss around. Hell, even Oswalds goons had steered clear of him. Less so out of respect but the fact that most of them actually thought the pairs insanity was contagious.
Idiots.
Shaking the thought out of his head, he wandered in, carefully glancing around and taking in the air of the place. Of course he ignored the few glances he did get. He knew exactly how he appeared, tall, well dressed, unlike most of the casual and less then dapper looking groups strung around the place.
"Evening, gentlemen. And ladies."He added the last part hastily, just in case. Slowly making his way to the bar. Flashing a grin to a fairly grizzly looking, what he could only assume was a biker, next to him. "Whose in charge of this place, and...all of you?"
God he hoped it was someone at least mildly intelligent.