[Sheathed in a corona of light, she weakens the shadow tentacles too much for them to inflict force on her, making them slowly dissolve in the chase. As his own riddle said -- only a follower in light.]

Intelligence... can be such a burden, can it not? You see so much. Four sides to every problem. Dozens of paths to your solution, and the potential perils on each one. Ramifications you never considered. So many possible answers to a riddle.

Even now, your intelligence is holding you back. You want to harm me, but you know I am skilled, so you think and think about using this attack, and if it doesn't work, that motion. I can read it in your shadows, Riddler -- you are hesitating, trying to find the perfect answers and failing because you cannot find one that is good enough.

How much simpler it would be to stop thinking. How much purer your expressions of will would be if you only acted by it, without that intellect interfering! If expressing your will by excising the parts of you that get in the way of it was truly what you cared about, you would banish all that intelligence as well and simply act!

But you wouldn't surrender that aspect of yourself. It means too much to you.