The back room was an office, and a messy one at that. Boxes of liquor were stacked against the wall, near a threadbare couch. At the far end of the office was an old, wood desk, and sitting behind it was the Riddler. Dressed in his trademark green suit, he rocked back in the desk chair, his head tilted back and looking dreamily at the ceiling, twisting his question mark cane in his hand as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Without checking to see who had entered, the Riddler said, "Good evening, Cheshire." She was expected and he told the bartender not to allow anybody else in the room, so who else could it be? "Thank you for coming." He smiled. "Have a seat." He pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk opposite his, with his cane.