How noble-- [Riddler's disgust is cut off by a shout of shock and fury.]
[The shadows are gone in an instant, objects smashing to the ground. The light shatters, scattering little bits of plastic and glass around.]
[Despite his lack of wings, Riddler's perched on top of a small porch roof, arms thrown up to block his facefrom the light. Fortunately, he isn't hurt more than he's startled; though his skin tingles and his eyes seem to be far more sensitive, enough that he can't see.]
[He staggers back to press himself against the wall.]
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[The shadows are gone in an instant, objects smashing to the ground. The light shatters, scattering little bits of plastic and glass around.]
[Despite his lack of wings, Riddler's perched on top of a small porch roof, arms thrown up to block his facefrom the light. Fortunately, he isn't hurt more than he's startled; though his skin tingles and his eyes seem to be far more sensitive, enough that he can't see.]
[He staggers back to press himself against the wall.]