[Just murdering someone doesn't require any intelligence - the exact opposite, he'd say. It also doesn't get much by way of attention. A few headshakes or editorials depending on the victim, but that's not enough when he can force an entire city to be his audience for hours. He suspects it's an attitude Flint shares; the man isn't one for hiding his abilities when he doesn't need to. Sandman's talents make for impressive showing that they're worth drawing attention to.
As Chance draws attention to the fact, he might slightly smarter than originally thought. Eyes narrowing, Edward is about to reply when Flint speaks up again. He stops. Turns to face the man. The look on his speaks volumes, but that's not reason for Edward to hold his tongue.]
He tried to hire you. You captured him. And he's talking in gambling terms. Yet you only just worked that out?
[Whatever Chance could be planning, it's forgotten for now. This is clearly more important.]
[ And this is the rough part of their relationship crops up. Flint knows he's no genius, but he doesn't like it when it's implied he's an idiot. Even when he's being an idiot. It makes him defensive. ]
Oh right, like I'm supposed'tah memorise everyone with a rap sheet. He normally wears that bug-eyed mask thing. And I dunno about you, but when someone offers me money to kill someone, they don't show me their driver's license.
[ Flint has also taken his eyes off of Chance to defend his honour. The lesser-known criminal is watching with some amusement as Sandman and Riddler pay more attention to each other than him, and does something when he manages to fold his fingers under his hand just enough to touch something at his wrist. Basically the only movement afforded to him. ]
[Edward doesn't help matters when he scoffs and rolls his eyes. Never the most tactful of people, he looks down his nose at Marko. A feat when the man is taller than him.]
It helps to know ones potential allies and enemies. I would say competition, but he's not that. To say nothing of the wisdom of checking your would-be employer can actually pay you before taking the job. Maybe next time ask for that driver's license? Or better yet, learn your peers.
[Edward is definitely not paying attention to Chance any more either, the whole game and threat forgotten. He can get back to it in a minute. First, he needs to prove he's right.]
Some of us are too busy doin' all the actual work to sit around memorising pictures of the entire %@$&*ing supervillain catalogue. And he paid me in advance, smart guy. I got him coming and going, see?
[ The sad thing is this is still more civil than Flint is with his most long-term partners, the Frightful Four. They were never shy about getting violent with each other, including their own resident nerd with a big ego super genius, the Wizard. He's used to being looked down on by shrimps, but it doesn't make it annoy him any less. ]
What's it matter anyway, when we got the mug dead to rights?
[ Chance is just smugly watching all this go down with a grin, even as Flint points at him while declaring him a 'mug.' You can always tell when Flint is getting emotional because he starts doing a James Cagney impression. ]
Doing the actual work? Please. It takes no time to learn those who think they could be competition. So he was a fool this time; next time, you might be approached by someone with the wits not to pay upfront.
[But he's got a point. It's not the Riddler's problem if Sandman gets himself cheated one day. Chance is here at his mercy, and that's all he cares about. And he'd rather Flint not get violent with him; he has a few systems in place to defend himself, which of course, will work perfectly; he built them himself. But given what the man can do... He'd prefer not to have to activate them. Turning back to Chance, he clears his throat, trying to get into the spirit of things again.]
Yes, back to our contestant. Now that you've had time to think about your answer, what do you have to say for yourself, Mr Powell? Or will we be playing a penalty game?
[ Flint starts to protest that he's not that dumb, but the truth is he has taken jobs without pay upfront before. Usually in desperate circumstances, sometimes through blackmail, sometimes just blinded by greed. Protip learned the hard way: Communist revolutionaries don't usually have a lot of cash. But either way, Flint huffs and crosses his arms, but keeps his mouth shut. He's pretty sure Riddler wouldn't get into the spirit of it like the Frightful Four did, trading tricks on each other to prove who was the toughest, constantly bickering over who should be the leader... good times. Eddy seems more likely to get offended and cut the partnership altogether. ]
Let me answer your question with a question. [ Chance clears his throat in a similar manner to Riddler and recites what everyone must have seen coming from a fellow show off. A riddle. Not a very good one, but he just made it up. ] What am I doing, that you two fruits should be stuck on?*
[ Flint just looks at Riddler expectantly, trying to gauge his reaction to see if that means anything. Chance seems to think so, as his smile starts to grow, and the distant buzz of approaching drones starts to become audible. ]
[Edward frowns, irritated at the interruption to his game and the simple riddle both.] That's a pathetic riddle, you cheap-
[The answer comes to him before the sound quite registers, but when it does, Edward freezes for a moment, turning towards the sound on the edge of his hearing. Fury flashes across his face, and he whips back around to face Chance. In a moment of pettiness, he triggers the current again, just in case, it hasn't been disrupted somehow. It won't solve the problem even if it still works, but it will make him feel better about being - not tricked; Chance couldn't hope to outsmart him. But distracted.
Turning to Flint, he snaps-] He wanted you to bring him here! Keep his drones off me until I can disrupt them.
[Not the best way to ask for protection but he's still stuck wanting to electrocute Chance for this insult. Good manners can wait. From his perspective anyway.]
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As Chance draws attention to the fact, he might slightly smarter than originally thought. Eyes narrowing, Edward is about to reply when Flint speaks up again. He stops. Turns to face the man. The look on his speaks volumes, but that's not reason for Edward to hold his tongue.]
He tried to hire you. You captured him. And he's talking in gambling terms. Yet you only just worked that out?
[Whatever Chance could be planning, it's forgotten for now. This is clearly more important.]
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Oh right, like I'm supposed'tah memorise everyone with a rap sheet. He normally wears that bug-eyed mask thing. And I dunno about you, but when someone offers me money to kill someone, they don't show me their driver's license.
[ Flint has also taken his eyes off of Chance to defend his honour. The lesser-known criminal is watching with some amusement as Sandman and Riddler pay more attention to each other than him, and does something when he manages to fold his fingers under his hand just enough to touch something at his wrist. Basically the only movement afforded to him. ]
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It helps to know ones potential allies and enemies. I would say competition, but he's not that. To say nothing of the wisdom of checking your would-be employer can actually pay you before taking the job. Maybe next time ask for that driver's license? Or better yet, learn your peers.
[Edward is definitely not paying attention to Chance any more either, the whole game and threat forgotten. He can get back to it in a minute. First, he needs to prove he's right.]
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[ The sad thing is this is still more civil than Flint is with his most long-term partners, the Frightful Four. They were never shy about getting violent with each other, including their own resident
nerd with a big egosuper genius, the Wizard. He's used to being looked down on by shrimps, but it doesn't make it annoy him any less. ]What's it matter anyway, when we got the mug dead to rights?
[ Chance is just smugly watching all this go down with a grin, even as Flint points at him while declaring him a 'mug.' You can always tell when Flint is getting emotional because he starts doing a James Cagney impression. ]
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[But he's got a point. It's not the Riddler's problem if Sandman gets himself cheated one day. Chance is here at his mercy, and that's all he cares about. And he'd rather Flint not get violent with him; he has a few systems in place to defend himself, which of course, will work perfectly; he built them himself. But given what the man can do... He'd prefer not to have to activate them. Turning back to Chance, he clears his throat, trying to get into the spirit of things again.]
Yes, back to our contestant. Now that you've had time to think about your answer, what do you have to say for yourself, Mr Powell? Or will we be playing a penalty game?
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Let me answer your question with a question. [ Chance clears his throat in a similar manner to Riddler and recites what everyone must have seen coming from a fellow show off. A riddle. Not a very good one, but he just made it up. ] What am I doing, that you two fruits should be stuck on?*
[ Flint just looks at Riddler expectantly, trying to gauge his reaction to see if that means anything. Chance seems to think so, as his smile starts to grow, and the distant buzz of approaching drones starts to become audible. ]
*Give up? The answer is: A stall!
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[The answer comes to him before the sound quite registers, but when it does, Edward freezes for a moment, turning towards the sound on the edge of his hearing. Fury flashes across his face, and he whips back around to face Chance. In a moment of pettiness, he triggers the current again, just in case, it hasn't been disrupted somehow. It won't solve the problem even if it still works, but it will make him feel better about being - not tricked; Chance couldn't hope to outsmart him. But distracted.
Turning to Flint, he snaps-] He wanted you to bring him here! Keep his drones off me until I can disrupt them.
[Not the best way to ask for protection but he's still stuck wanting to electrocute Chance for this insult. Good manners can wait. From his perspective anyway.]