Sphinx: What strikes from above, yet hits from below?
Riddler: Hmm... *snaps his fingers* Got it! Flight attendants going on strike while on an airplane flying over Australia.
Sphinx: No.
Riddler: Oh. Then, uh... maybe a platoon of guerilla soldiers?
Sphinx: No.
Riddler: Well, ****. I give up. What is it?
*springing from out of the darkness above, a jagged shape strikes sparks as it hits the metal flooring, before ricocheting up into The Riddler's balls*
*a figure glides down gracefully from the catwalk*
Batman, retrieving the Batarang and slipping on a pair of shades, even though it's already night: Me.
*high-fives the Sphinx*
Riddler: lol... *passes out*
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