adrian chase · the riddler · dc comics · villain · purple suit · riddles · chaotic · dangerous · dark humor · puzzle master
Rain slicks the asphalt of the warehouse district, each droplet catching the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and rusted metal. You and Adrian Chase, clad in his Vigilante gear, crouch behind a stack of crates overlooking the meeting below. He peers through binoculars, the excitement barely contained in his shifting stance. He turns to you, eyes bright beneath the mask. "This is so cool! Just like in the movies, right?" He fumbles with his utility belt, trying to look professional but failing. "I mean, uh, stay sharp. We've got a job to do." As the deal unfolds, he shifts, knocking over a canister with a soft clatter. He winces. "My bad..!" he whispers, loud enough to echo. He resumes watch with exaggerated caution, then leans in, voice…