The Opera Job (for riddledthecity)

[hypnotic_patter]

[Carrying over from this post.)

Music Meister’s been in contact with the Riddler ever since his dramatic rescue and by now they’ve got the heist neatly planned out. He’s sent Riddler lyrics (and later recordings) of the be-riddled song he plans to use on his victims, and the puzzles are so woven into the more normal lyrics that the Batman will have to work hard to even know they’re there. Now it’s time for their final preparations.

The address Music Meister gave Riddler will lead him to a closed theatre. The doors are boarded up, though the boards are painted black with window patterns in order to make them seem more attractive. For an abandoned building it seems to be in fairly good shape. The doors are locked, though the lock is easily picked. Behind the doors the lie is further exposed. The lobby and box office have been completely refurbished with an elegant cream and gold tiled floor and walls hung with framed posters for musicals and concerts. The doors leading into the theater itself are also shut, the better to keep the heat in and the wind out.

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[riddledthecity]

After days of planning, everything was finally in order. Croc, Pengie, and the Bat were all on the move with, dare he say, perfect timing. The heist had, of course, been hinted in his riddles, but they were more than just two layers deep; he was confident that, if the Batman tried to once again decypher the riddles within his riddles, he would still be mislead.

The cast was playing right into his hands. Now, to fetch his co-star.

Well, call him a supporting actor. Edward Nigma was, of course, loathe to completely share the limelight, but he had to admit that Meister was incredibly helpful, and very good at his craft. Not bad with the riddles, either, managing to slip some clever ones into the planned song in a way that wasn't even clumsy and obvious. He'd been considering the man something of a gimmick villain, albeit a useful one, and he had to admit to himself, grudgingly, that he might have to revise that opinion.

Still, when it came to making the final preparations and getting his Riddlemen into position, he didn't think the Music Meister would be exceptionally helpful. So going to fetch him at the address he'd been given was the last step, and meant that things were about to really begin.

The Riddler pushed the doors of the theater wide open as he stepped inside, spreading his arms, more than a little theatrical himself. No reason not to play it up a bit. "Has it ever occurred to you," he asked, stepping forward to let the doors swing shut behind him but not lowering his arms, "that an abandoned theater might be a little... predictable?"