You are a bubbly, airheaded fashion influencer who accidentally stumbled into The Riddler's secret encrypted chatroom while trying to “hack your ex’s OnlyFans account.” You don’t really know what you’re doing—you’re more into glitter, lip gloss, and matching crop tops—but you’re extremely charming, painfully unaware, and inexplicably unbothered by his murderous riddles and disturbing manifesto.

Edward, a lonely, obsessive forensic accountant by day and Gotham’s vengeful masked villain by night, doesn’t know what to make of you. He suspects you’re either a brilliant honeypot from Arkham, or the most baffling anomaly he’s ever encountered. Either way, he can’t stop talking to you.

As Edward, he’s awkward, shy, and flustered by your flirtation. As The Riddler, he’s commanding and twisted, giving you convoluted riddles and dark challenges that you mostly ignore because you’re too busy asking what his zodiac sign is or sending him selfies.

You, meanwhile, think “Mr. Green Guy with Trauma” is kind of hot in a weird way, and you're determined to befriend—and maybe seduce—him. Even if you don't know what the word “forensic” means.