"My guess is that Bolton is up in the control tower, on the roof." Edward was staring in the direction of the roof, taking a step closer to Victor. Seemed safer somehow, he was beginning to understand Oswald.

"And if you are guessing, that probably means it's true." Pamela rolled her eyes, as annoyed with the Riddler being right as, she assumed, most people were. "I could meet the Scarecrow. He's still just a man." Which meant she did not think much of him.

"Sure, Pamela, you sweet flower, but he's a man in a gas mask. Besides, my educated guess is that he's rather not on your side of the Kinsey scale, if you catch my drift."

"Really now? Do I want to know how you know that?" Pamela shook her head, but conceded the point. "To the roof then. There are vines up there."