"Of course he is." And Edward had clouded Crane's head, and Crane had dropped off of the Plan Map because of it. Really, Jack was going to have to do something about the Riddler. He always threw such a kink into everything. If he'd just understand his betters and bow to them, none of it would be a problem. But he always thought he was so special. Showing off his so-called big brain. Like Jack wasn't a chemist. With an actual degree! Just because he didn't make up inane poetry...
Frustrated, Jack flipped the razor over and ran it sharply over the top of Enigma's foot. It slipped a bit, the line going wild.
He knew he'd asked, kind of, but that didn't mean he had to like the answer. Maybe he should try to get those two in chairs just like these.
"You go and do something nice for somebody, including them in your scheme to bring a whole city to a grinding halt, and they repay you by fucking everything up." His eyes darted to her face. "Obviously being lenient on you all has not worked out. Do you see why, now, Enigma, that you must feel this pain? All of you are worse than cows. Wandering off wide eyed, chewing your cud, thinking nothing at all of me. You'll think of me from now on. All of you will."