"I don't want to do any of this!" Jeremiah pleaded because he didn't like heights, he didn't want Jerome close to him and he really didn't want to ever have met the Riddler and the Scarecrow. He took a deep, shuddering breathe. His legs felt weak and he really wanted to move but his body wouldn't let him.

"It's like Jerome put on dork glasses." Jonathan mused, tilting his head to the side. "No offence, they just look like what he drew on Jervis once when he fell asleep." Those classic circle glasses.

"Dormouse, do you think you're smarter than the twin? Cause I do, I think you'd always win."

"He can win!" Jeremiah dismissed, not wanting to have this contest. Not with a man ready to kill to prove he's smart and right about things. "I'm not competing!"