I'm afraid I don't know of any. Most of the Gotham-centric Elseworlds I've seen deal with Bats, the Joker, maybe Catwoman, and that's it. Did a version of me show up in Flashpoint? I skipped that whole trainwreck via time machine, so I'm not clear on the details, other than that I apparently have Barry Allen to blame…

This show and Brave and the Bold have done well by me, and I have a soft spot for Frank Gorshin. Comics-wise, I'm most fond of Paul Dini's run on Detective Comics and a few of Jeph Loeb's works, specifically the ones in which I turn out to be the mastermind behind improbably elaborate schemes.

Exactly. What a baby.

Easy.
Kill: Ivy. The woman's literally poisonous, for God's sake. And the last time we crossed paths, she drugged me and used my apartment for a hideout for weeks on end. No love lost there.
Bang: Talia. Honestly, I'd rather not touch any member of the al Ghul family with a ten-foot-pole, but she is undeniably…

A generous and tempting invitation indeed, but I'm afraid the cross-universal transportal hasn't been built that can cross the impenetrable barrier that is copyright law. Besides, the last time our two universes crossed over, Daredevil kicked me in the jaw for no reason.

I've got good news and bad news. The bad news is that the post-reboot Riddler does indeed have a hideous question-mark haircut. The good news is that I'm the old Riddler, having leapt into the post-reboot universe though foresight and ingenuity. I can't vouch for my counterpart.

Kill. I don't care which version it is, I cannot stand that woman. Her voice, personality, and sad, demeaning idolization of Joker make her my least favorite member of the Gotham set by a wide margin.

I don't write the stories, I just live them, and let DC's scribblers work them out as best they can. Loeb's skills in that arena are… questionable for plots as elaborate as mine. He didn't get everything right, but he got the gist of it.

I share your mourning, but I've given up on following the exploits of my be-mohawked replacement. I made the jump from the preboot universe intact and have been lying low since, trying to find a place in this bizarre universe. At present I'm working under an assumed name as a cruciverbalist for the Gotham Gazette and…

Scavenged tools, copious free time, and a limber frame.

It's an ancient term,
Once specific, then catchall,
For an African.

It was an intriguing idea, but I'm not really suited for the Crow look.

It varies. My original Riddle of the Minotaur scheme took months of preparation, since it was my first and needed to be perfect. So, depending on how elaborate the caper is, it can take anywhere from months for a huge setpiece to an hour for a simple riddle-and-theft. This one wasn't too hard, since I had the henchmen…

You can't see it, but there's a man across the room who'd had too much to drink and decided to rip off his clothes to show us the Superman costume he wasn't wearing. I think my reaction was appropriate.

1. Do you know how hard it is to find a lime-green jacket and derby ensemble these days? The leotard was the best I could do upon finding that my clothes and possessions had "vanished" while I was in custody.

Personally I would lobby for David Tennant, but he would probably want to avoid typecasting.

The toy company hired Michael Winslow as entertainment for the party, and he found it endlessly amusing to soundtrack my every move for the evening. I would have preferred a string quartet.

Actually, yes, Bats is maybe the only person I know who doesn't threaten to kill me every time I meet him. I see him more as a chess partner than an enemy really. Gotham's tourism board is where bureaucrats go when they've ticked off the mayor.

RIDDLE ME TH- OH GOD DAMN IT, IT'S THIS EPISODE!

Why thank you! I doubt DC makes hiring decisions based on gimmick internet posters' performance, but if they did I'd jump at the chance.