Jason skidded to a stop next to the building and hopped off his bike. He listened to the group for a moment before heading in the check out the scene himself. The smell of gasoline was almost nauseating. Other officers were tending to the victim, so Jason looked elsewhere.
"Who's M.O. is this...?" he thought, grabbing the slip of paper off the doll. Possibly the Riddler. He was one for clues and annoying puzzles. He also wasn't a stranger of blowing up buildings, as Jason found out a couple of weeks ago.