The guards turn to see DARREL THE JANITOR wheel his cart into the room.
AT THE RIDDLER’S CELL
Dick holds the personals against the glass.
RIDDLER Hmm... not a very clever code, that’s for sure.
DICK Who placed these ads?!
RIDDLER And why would a janitor care to know?
DICK Can you read the code or can’t you?
RIDDLER The coveralls fit you a bit tight and bear a softer yellow embroidery in the patch - a subtle distinction from the new uniforms, though an adequate disguise nonetheless.
DICK You can’t read the code...
RIDDLER You’re left-handed, far-sighted, and your accent makes it apparent
that you are not originally from
this city. determined
Yet here you are, to uncover the truth
with a fire in your eye as you knew him personally.