AerialSquid asks: So, how did you get out this time?
It involved a rock hammer, a poster of Rita Hayworth, and many, many years. Wait,
that’s not right. No, I escaped on a makeshift raft. Oh, that’s not it, either. It involved
digging three separate escape tunnels… (chuckles) Come on, I’m not telling you.

Anonymous asks: Why green?
It complements my eyes and the contents of my wallet.

Anonymous asks: Why Riddles?
What better way to weed out the pretenders from the real deal than with a battle of wits?
Anyone can answer a riddle, in the same fashion that anyone can destroy priceless
works of art on a whim. When you see who creates an authentic riddle instead of
making a feeble pun, you’ll see who the real Riddler is.

thatwasrandom87 asks: And we have another one! Welcome to Tumblr, Mr. Nygma.
Just to try to get off on the right foot, are there any questions that are off-limits? (The
anons will ask anyway.)
I am not so precious as that. Ask whatever you wish, though you won’t receive the
answer you want to hear. But hey. Psychiatrists never could pry me open, so how about
you give it the ol’ college try, children. What have you got to lose? Besides your pride,
dignity, and self-respect, that is. (chuckles)

kavababy(sp?) asks: So Mr. Riddler, do you have any other hobbies aside from making
up riddles?
Riddles are not so much a hobby as an occupation. Or maybe a symptom. (chuckles)
Do you really care what I do with my spare time? You think that perhaps I do
needlepoint of Die Bat Die or Bless this Mess? Knit my own escape ropes? Be that
asshole who completes all the crosswords at the library and gets real pedantic about
their Dewey Decimal System? … Okay, that last one? That one might be true.

Doctor-Crane asks: Hello there, Riddler. How are you faring this fine evening? Thank
you for the follow back. Marvellous to see that under that ego of yours, there’s still some
gentry uncommon to be found in others.
Good Lord man, have you taken a blow to the cranium? Huffed too much toxin and
smashed your head against the desk again? Gentry. Dearie me. So… I’m hiding all of
high society under my ego. Well, there’s plenty of room, I’ll admit. Ooh, here’s fun. Let’s
have a guess at what you actually meant. Mm, gentility, perhaps? A little stilted - I would
have preferred couth. (chuckles) Dr. Crane? Not bloody likely. Get outta here.

Anonymous asks: If you could have any pet, what would it be?
Let’s be crushing and realistic for a moment - why not, I could use a laugh - and say I
wouldn’t. I’ve never been terribly good at keeping anything, or anyone, alive apart from
myself. I have precious little spare time and I’m selfish with it. Mark that question down
as a ‘fail’, and we’ll move on.

Anonymous asks: How old are you, really?
That old adage of never asking a woman her age applies to men too, by the way - it’s
just as impertinent as the other. Let us do away with placing value on numerals and
simply say I develop like a fine wine. You’ll get nothing further from me on that.

the-nefarious-giggle asks: So now that you’re out of Arkham, any big plans? A place to
stay?
A place to stay… what, are you offering? Hard pass. As for big plans, do you mean am
I going to get sent right back again by pulling some harebrained scheme that simply
repeats my old mistakes and drowns me in a pit of hubris? We’ll just have to see, won’t
we.

tlttc asks: Hey Mr. Riddler, hope you’re having a good day!
Well… this isn’t a question. Thank you, I suppose. How about you don’t call me Mr.
Riddler, though - that particular honorific makes me sound like a children’s party
entertainer who pulls riddles out of his ass. Not how I see myself, contrary to popular
opinion.