Correct, Princess.

[It doesn't faze him in the slightest. Riddler turns slowly, spinning his dark cane like a baton.]

Responsibility, no doubt.

[The darkness still pools beneath him, though it stays in a five-foot perimeter around his feet, staying even as he takes a casual step or two closer. The edge of the pool nearest to her roil and twitch, as if eager to take her out. But Riddler's still in control; that can wait.]

Is Freesia a taste of freedom, then? Not having to rule with such crushing weight on your wings.