Jack frowned, hearing that Edward was here. He really hated the Riddler. Hated everything about him, pompous ass. One day, Jack would set him on fire, and just laugh as he burned. One day.
He wondered if Crane knew.
"Little one, you can spout all the rhetoric you want, but you know I'm not going to believe you. You're all about the big show, not subtle maneuvers. Like me, you enjoy the grand gesture. The corpses piled in the street. So now you want me to swallow this shit about you having some far reaching plan? Tisk."
Jack leaned close to her face, just out of biting reach. He wouldn't put it past her, trying to bite.
"I know that you actually enjoy what you're doing with the opera. I've talked to a few of your patrons. They say that the love glows in your eyes." That would be fixed. He grinned at her threat. "You're tied down for a reason, duckling. Today we'll be working on breaking you of these good habits you've acquired. If it takes all day, and all of your flesh, when I am through with you, you'll be back to your devious little psychotic self."