EDWARD: Anonymous asks: Hello, dear Riddler, I recently suffered the loss of a loved one and I'm currently trying to cope. Was there ever a point in your life where you
experienced grief? If so, how did you handle it?

I feel inadequately equipped to answer this question, a statement I have never relished the opportunity to make. Possibly, I could bluff this out and furnish you with a
meretricious response and a lingering feeling of dissatisfaction. However, it would be malapropos of me to not at least be honest, so I shall respond to the best of my experience. I have no reference point in which toaccess feelings of grief; I have never become so attached to someone as to mourn their passing. Quite frankly, the only person I care for is myself. You will have heard of my travails with LexCorp, and how they killed me for their little experiments. That was the closest I have yet to come to grief. Logically however, I cannot mourn my own death, so I must rephrase that to say that I experienced despair, but not grief. As for what passes for blood relations, only apathy is found there. I would feel no grief for my mother, for to me, she has barely existed. My father dwells somewhere in the bottom of a bottle, and the event of his passing would impact me neither positively nor negatively. Personally, I have no friends. This is no plaintive thirst for affection; I simply cannot form meaningful relationships as I lack the ability. I have colleagues, but peril tends to be the name of our game. Death comes not as any kind of surprise; merely a cessation of festivities.

It brings me no joy to admit that I lack the knowledge or experience to fully answer your question; quite the contrary, in fact. However, since this is, for once, my shortcoming and not yours, I offer you a token from the small cache of social grace I have scraped together over the years as recompense.

Had I my hat, I would remove it for you; (awkward, almost sarcastic) condolences.