[Love sure as hell wasn't simple. It dragged you around by the balls, hand clamped over the squishy parts and it made everything more complicated. But Steph didn't want to hear that, with her frilly drink and her sneakers and that smile that said love for her was tied up with a ribbon, as easy as a present. Maybe it was when they were the Riddler and Spoiler. That made her head hurt and the explanation didn't help, more questions than answers.]
I lost you somewhere around imagining sharing my side-show. But if you can share headspace with someone else, the Riddler can become a good man. Stranger things have happened in Gotham.