[The brick is rough against his back. Riddler feels his way around.]
Were you listening? [His voice is back to normal now that he isn't buried within the shadows.] I thought enough. And no matter how much you talk, I don't care! There isn't a reason to!
[His hand catches on the edge of a window. It only takes a flick of a wrist before his own shadow stretches, forcing it open with a nasty screech. It wouldn't be the most graceful of exits, but that doesn't matter. He needs to gather himself elsewhere.]
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Were you listening? [His voice is back to normal now that he isn't buried within the shadows.] I thought enough. And no matter how much you talk, I don't care! There isn't a reason to!
[His hand catches on the edge of a window. It only takes a flick of a wrist before his own shadow stretches, forcing it open with a nasty screech. It wouldn't be the most graceful of exits, but that doesn't matter. He needs to gather himself elsewhere.]