On the other side of the doors, the Riddler stood. Waiting. Decked out in his finest, a green suit with matching bowler hat, purple tie and gloves, a mask upon his face. Both hands leaned upon his question mark cane, but as soon as the bodyguard came through and started rushing forward to tackle him, the Riddle pointed the tip of that cane at her. From the tip, shot several strands of wire, which propelled themselves toward her: some of them made connection to her body and once they did, she was given such a strong shock that it left her twitching on the carpet. With the press of a button, the Riddler released the wires so he could move freely without them dangling off his cane.
"Don't think of doing anything funny, Mr. Luthor," the Riddler smirked, swinging his cane around to point at the window. A large hole had been cut through the pane and situated dangerously close to the edge, sat Miss Teschmacher, bound to a chair and gagged. "Or else you'll need to be hiring. I'm not here to cause mayhem, though. I'm here with a proposal."