“Of course it’s false,” he murmured. “Because I’ve never been caught.”
The screen flickered. There he was. The pixelated cowl. The map of Gotham, dotted with 242 glowing green question marks. And one final, pulsing marker: Riddler’s Final Exam. A fight Edward had designed to break the Bat’s spirit—an impossible gauntlet of electrified floors, magnetic locks, and a hundred robotic enforcers. batman arkham knight riddler save file
Batman held up a small tablet. On it, a live feed: Edward’s own face, superimposed on an inmate roster. Edward Nashton. Cell Block D. Captured: November 12th. The timestamp was thirty seconds from now. “Of course it’s false,” he murmured
“Edward.” His voice was gravel and grief. “You hacked a save file.” “Of course it’s false