The Riddler sighed, pressing his gloves hand against his forehead. He spoke dryly, obviously tired with the encounter. “If you had been more aware and observant of your surroundings, you would have seen that all that is being watched is this building. It’s called security.” He gave one last look over to his ruined set-up before twisting his chair to look back over to the woman. “I’m honestly just in here living, that is, before you decided to intrude and break everything.”
She tilted her head to the side when he finished speaking, pouting slightly, “I’m sorry that I broke your toys and ruined your day.” Her tone was one would recognize as mock child banter; she wasn’t honestly sorry. Never was in cases as such. She was paid to be here, well…was going to be paid. She kept her look despite that reminder of lost money from her pause to kill him, “Is there any way I could make it up to you?”
The Riddler leans back in his chair, causing it to tilt backwards the a squeak. “You could kindly leave. That would be acceptable.” The company was not appreciated in the slightest, nor was the mess she made. There was a reason she was here. If it was to rob him, she was an idiot. The last person who tried that was a cat who almost lost one of their lives. If it was to kill him, she would have killed him already. Either that, or she was toying with her food.