Steph picked up the other half of the cupcake and started licking the frosting off like an ice cream cone. "So, I was, like...thirteen or fourteen, I think. My dad had been in prison for a couple of years and had just gotten out again. Dad, I mentioned, is kind of an addict but not like drugs or anything. His addiction is crime. And being really bad at it. See, he would rob places but he'd leave clue - really deliberate clues - for the police."

She rolled her eyes. Being the Cluemaster's daughter was embarrassing on a lot of levels but the fact that he was a Riddler knockoff was one of the worst. "Anyway, so he'd just gotten home after the last visit to Blackgate and he swore up and down that he was really done this time."