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[center][b]Gotham City ~ Devil's Square[/b][/center]

Devil's Square was never the exactly the most fun part of Gotham, but tonight that was especially true from the looks of it. Walls and signs all over were plastered with green question marks, and usually some very cryptic questions along with them. There was no doubt it was the Riddler's work, the question marks alone were a dead giveaway. Something wasn't right though. Many of the question marks and riddles looked hastily made, and almost all of them had the answer or a clue to the answer tagged underneath them. No way someone as meticulous and egocentric as the Riddler would be so sloppy, and he sure as hell wouldn't give away the answers to his own riddles like this either.

"Looks like the police scanner wasn't lying, something weird is going on in Devil's Square." a young man spoke into an small earpiece he wore. He was on the roof of one of the small corner businesses, it's billboard tainted by a giant green question mark. Below that, again in green paint, a riddle was posted:

[i]My first is often at the front door.
My second is found in the cereal family.
My third is what most people want.
My whole is one of the united states.

What am I?[/i]

A puzzling riddle, or at least it would have been one if the answer wasn't plainly painted under it in black. The answer, incidentally, was apparently "matrimony" according to the graffiti, with even a short explanation in brackets: [i](mat + rye + money = matrimony)[/i]

"It's definitely Riddler's handy work, but why would he give away the answers like this?" it was puzzling to the young man, who was called Zero. While he'd never personally fought with Riddler before, the self-proclaimed enigmatic genius was one of Gotham's top dog criminals for a reason, not only for going up against the Batman himself, but for managing to give the Caped Crusader more of an intellectual challenge than any before him. Just adding the answers to his own riddles didn't fit his M.O. at all.

"He wouldn't." a gruff voice responded from the earpiece, "Someone's egging him on, which means twice the trouble. This may not have been such a hot idea, kid, maybe you better-" the old man the voice belonged to didn't get to finish his protest.

"No way. If Batman really is... gone... then someone needs to help pick up the slack. He would have done the same." Zero then muted his communications before the old man could start chewing him out. He approached the edge of the roof as he did so, letting his neck crack a bit before adjusting the settings for his chill gloves. A utility of Zero's suit, these gloves emitted a coolant that helped chill his ice even further, adding to its toughness and making it harder to melt. The suit as a whole was a gift of sorts, a favor his "mentor" called in from an old friend of his from some tech company called Cyberwear.

"So... if someone's trying to outdo the Riddler, I can probably assume they have the same M.O., which means they could be holed up anywhere. Where to start - huh?"

[color=Red][b]" GCPD! Raise your hands up and don't make any sudden movements! "[/b][/color]

An alleyway by a building across the street suddenly seemed to spring to life with action, made far more noticeable by the apparent police officer making his presence known. The gunshots that soon followed certainly didn't help ease any of the tensions either and Zero prepared to spring into action. If it was just some goons then he could handle it no problem, having dealt with worse by this point in his career. But he stopped when the cop literally worked some magic to capture the thugs.

"Hmm, well color me intrigued." Zero said to himself under his breath. He switched his earpiece back on and spoke into it, "Hey Grant, you know anything about a cop with powers?"