[Riddler's too high on the heady power of the Nox to feel more than a twinge deep in his gut at that; he identifies her tiredness as nothing more than weakness.]

Can I? Of course. All my words are mine, even moreso than they were before.

You would know if you were from Gotham, but allow me to inform you--I'm one of the worst people that city has to offer. Everyone knows that of the Riddler. I took the darkness in long ago. The Nox and I only negotiated terms for a tool to properly harness it.

[He holds his hand out, black bubbling on his palm. It spikes upwards to form into a pony--not Princess Luna, it can't be, though the resemblance has to be similar. A shadow pony, but it's Celestia, shadowy mane rippling like her own. A perfect replica, if not for the color. It even moves like her, at least when it walks--which it does, right off Riddler's hand and into the pool below.]

[Seemingly sucking in the shadows around Riddler by its hooves, the shadow Celestia grows.]