"No. Though. Hm." He's thinking about it now, but the more complicated he makes it, the easier it is to interfere with it and gum up the whole thing.

But then John slips and Riddler senses weakness and he hones in, turning on John and crowding close, looking over him. "My mind works fast. You do, don't you? You want me to hurt you. To control the shocks and what you feel."