He needn't worry. The Riddler presses a button on his staff, and by the time they reach the end of the alley, an entirely unremarkable car with tinted windows has pulled up. When he opens the back door, and they get inside, one of his uncostumed Riddlemen, nods to them, giving a fleeting grin before turning back to face the road and pulling out.

The Riddler smiles, lounging in the backseat. "Not exactly a limousine," he says airily to the Music Meister, "but I hope it will do for today."