Sequels

There was a swishing sound in the distance which meant that Edward Nigma must finish quickly - too late, for the black cloaked figure dropped down before him on a cable line, dark, intense eyes piercing behind the pointed cowl; it was now or never, with a nasally, new-yorker accent, Nigma queries, "Riddle me this Batman - why do they call it a "building"? It looks like they're finished; why isn't it a "built"?" [Cue acoustic bass]