[...Riddler has no idea what you're talking about. That's a bit irritating.]

You're not nearly good enough to be a rival of mine, and I'm not going to encourage it. But you should know--

[The lights directly above them go out with nary a flicker, hidden wires disconnecting and writhing from their places to tunnel through the ceiling, curl around each other and descend.]

--I'm not going to tolerate any level of obnoxiousness from anyone, no matter how young or important they're supposed to be.