Beer and Riddler and OPEN
Like many others attending, the Riddler wore his costume, except he had left his suit coat hanging by the door and the shirt he wore underneath was short sleeved. His cane was resting casually over his shoulder and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He was standing beside the tub full of salt and razor wire, transfixed.
"Brilliant," he muttered. He would have to incorporate this into a Death Trap, somehow.