Since the war had come to an end it had gone quiet, deathly so with the fallen cities and districts now nothing more then ghost towns. Riddler had long dreamed of being a leader of his own one day and although having enjoyed working under Stiffler he saw the opportunity arise and entered his name into the hat.

It didn't take long before he was bought into a meeting with his own boss, expectations laid out to him, an interview he answered with most honesty. He was soon given authorisation to form his own HQ under Stiffler, here in Bella Vista.

As Riddler rose to the platform, he tapped the microphone before clearing his throat. "I'd like to keep this short and sweet. A lot of work to be done. First to the fallen, may they rest in peace and their kin continue on" he started, to applause. "And secondly, to offer my sincere appreciation and thanks for allowing this moment to happen for me. So I raise my glass to Godfather, Stiffler and Don Balls."

He then stepped down, shaking each hand before taking a bow of his head and taking a sip from his champagne which was being passed around by the waiting staff. 

He had many ideas for the future, and looked forward to the future as Crewleader of the Arkham Warriors.

Cheska was just one of the invidiuals among the crowd when Riddler was giving his 'short and sweet' speech. A jolt of excitement puckers her cheeks into a smile, her first real smile in days which was a change from her usual resting mean face. The last few days had hardened her, made her put her guard up - not that it wasn't before but she really felt it now. The wariness seeping into her bones, stiffening her spine. She had a feeling it was gonna take a while to get back to her usual bubbly self. 

A waiter passed by her and didn't pay her no mind but she took a glass of champagne from the silver tray he was carrying. She walked towards her boss, Riddler, raising her glass to him. "Congratulations Riddler. May your success know no bounds. To Arkham Warriors..."