Batman '66: Riddle Me Love (Season 01, Episode 01)

Fight!

Inside WGTM studios, The Riddler and Enigma grappled with the complexity of Dick Grayson's thought-provoking riddle. "Do you think this might be a clever ploy, Daddy?" Enigma pondered, her skepticism coloring her thoughts, suspecting that Dick might be attempting to stall before the chaos of their twisted games truly began.

A perplexed expression settled upon The Riddler's countenance. "Indeed," he mused, "the notion has flitted through my labyrinthine mind. I've faced the cunning of Batman and Robin countless times, but to be confounded by ordinary citizens of Gotham City... that would be a new twist in this tale."

"Daddy, you mustn't underestimate Dick Grayson. He's no ordinary Gothamite; he's the heir to Bruce Wayne's fortune and wields the sharp intellect of a scholar. It's clear he's attempting to outwit us. While his riddle has a poetic charm, we must question: Does it harbor a genuine solution, or is it just another layer of his clever deception?" Enigma's words brimmed with confidence and doubt, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the enigmatic challenge presented by Dick Grayson.

The Riddler's announcement echoed through the entire studio, his voice carrying a tone of finality. "In light of these intricate mind games," he declared, "both Vicki Vale and Lois Lane shall be taken out of the equation. Consider it a penalty." With a theatrical flourish, he realigned his comically large green pistol in the direction of the two women, cementing the gravity of his decision.

The Riddler's ominous declaration hung heavily in the air. "Any additional interference with the proceedings," he warned, "shall lead to the execution of yet another member of our esteemed studio audience." His words were laced with a chilling resolve, emphasizing the dire consequences of any attempts to disrupt his twisted game.

The Riddler's green pistol steadied its aim at Lois Lane, and he taunted her, "Well, hotshot reporter, any parting words for the world?"

Lois remained seated, her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. She spoke with unwavering determination, "You may think you've got the upper hand now, Riddler, but mark my words: your reign of terror won't last. If Batman and Robin don't reach you first, rest assured, Superman will bring your game to an end."

In the tense seconds just before The Riddler could squeeze the trigger and extinguish Lois Lane's life, a sudden metallic clang reverberated through the room. The Riddler's grip on his pistol faltered, and it slipped from his hand. His gaze darted downward to find a purple Batarang at his feet.

A wry smile curled on his lips as he muttered, "Ah, Batman! Always the party crasher. Won't you step into the spotlight? The fun's just beginning!"

Emerging from the concealed vantage point high above, Batgirl materialized out of the shadows, her poised figure commanding attention from every corner of the studio. She spoke with unwavering resolve, her voice echoing through the room, "No, Riddler. It is I, Batgirl. And I am here to put an end to this senseless charade."

In that fleeting moment, Bruce and Dick exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Their unspoken communication conveyed the belief that Batgirl's arrival had the potential to tip the scales and even the odds in their favor.

Enigma's voice cut through the tension, a confident note accompanying her words. "Indeed," she added with a sly smile, "we thrive on challenges. But, Batgirl, you'll find yourself quite outnumbered here."

In a dazzling display of agility and finesse, Batgirl executed a flawless acrobatic maneuver. She gracefully leaped from the catwalk above, grasping onto the rafters that suspended the spotlights, which cast their intense beams onto the stage. With remarkable prowess, she swung herself onto the curtains hanging beside the stage and descended to ground level in a controlled slide.