Nothing is what it seems

Inside the lobby of Lacey Towers seemed normal, but somewhat eerie without lights on. Room to room, Savior searches for clues or any unsuspecting thugs who could tell her where Riddler is. Savior enters a ballroom and sees only one candle lit on the center table. Cautious, Savior stops just inches from the table. As she takes a step foward, Savior hears the floor creak, click, beep, and then the section of the floor ruptures then collapses. Savior falls down to the boiler room. Dusting herself off and surprised that there are no broken bones, Savior was sure Batgirl heard everything and was on her way to help. Waiting, Savior sees a screen flicker on showing the impish grin of Riddler. "Riddle me this: I rise every Monday and fall every Saturday who..am I?" A low groan gets lowder and the silhouette of a figure gets bigger and closer. "Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on.." "No!" Riddler interrupts. "Listen you oaf. Your with me now, use the name that I gave you." Cyrus Gold grunts in understanding. "Fee fi fo fum, I am Conundrum!" A batarang hits and bounces off "Conundrum's" head, making him fall back. "Owie." Batgirl aims another Batarang. "Grundy, SIT!" "Conundrum" obeys. "Screw this!" Riddler shouts as sentry guns are activated, firing at Savior and Batgirl. "Conundrum" grabs both and escapes while bullets rip through him.