Owner	Pose
Edward Nygma	The Riddler had come up with the basics of his array to use in his hunt for Batwoman's surveillence network that she had used to track him without the aid of solving his riddle, a fact easily discovered after quaffing his favorite post-Arkham breakout beverage at a bar. Now that he was off those troublesome medications for OCD (which he did not have, his obsessions were well within his control, he had hidden his true condition adroitly over the years - a criminally insane patient would never have the access he did to the facility), he could plan and think and cohort with the other villains of the broiling cauldron of witch's brew that was his lovely home. It took a cat with heels that snapped like sparks to walk these alleys. Riddler's perplexity with the nature of the Bat Family had always been with the level of sophistication available to their technological endeavors. That was their true advantage, Riddler believed. Hence, countering it would give him the proper playing field to test them, and resume honest behavior in Gotham City yet again. He was not opposed to vigilantism. He was opposed to dishonesty. Academic morality ruled his life in the place of laws, and when the laws of the street were different than the law of the city, he was allowed to choose. In a quaint farming neighborhood several miles inland from the coast, Riddler drove a black pickup truck with a green tarp over the back into a barn. Cutting the engine as an automatic tether drew the barn shut, he climbed out of the cab and into one of his many workshops, this one for his most sensitive materials. He strolled along to the back, the cane in his hand dangling from over his arm, and pulled the tarp off, revealing a carbon-fiber and plastic clothed antenna, from Future Solutions, with a great deal of electronics and unusual material along its length. "Spectacular," he said breathlessly, with a big grin.
Professor Zoom	"Spectacularly stupid." Comes the distorted voice from... somewhere above? At least that's where it came from, but Riddler didn't see anything as he looked up. A moment later, and the tires on the pickup truck are taken off within seconds -visibly being tossed across the room one by one- as a streak of red lightning zooms it's way around it. A few seconds later, and Professor Zoom comes to a standstill a few feet away from Edward. The man in the yellow suit can't be seen below the blurring vibration, but the red glow from his eyes is easily seen, as can the arcing red electricity sparking here and there over his body, and occasionally to the ground, causing minor thermal damage. "Future Solutions keeps track of their inventory, and you've just made yourself a target for anyone interested in Speed Force technology." The distorted voice of the Speedster continues.
Edward Nygma	The Riddler does not have time to react as his valuable truck is stripped of its tires, and Professor Zoom comes into position before him. There's a snap, like a metal marionette as Riddler's brief surprise shifts into his neural architecture's trademark supreme force and he looks right at Professor Zoom with a smirky smile. "I hadn't expected a visitor this soon. I would've given you a hand, but you've taken a wheel," he notes, propping himself up on his cane. A poker reference? "I'm interested in Speed Force technology, sir. The name is Edward Nygma. I didn't expect my sticky fingers to escape completely wet, but perhaps I've made a happy mistake." He swivels around on his heel, toe lifted, and jaunts over with a hop and a vault on his cane, towards a steel refrigerator. He opens the refrigerator, and reveals row after row of Jolt Cola, in the original bottle, smiling over his shoulder. "A business lunch?"
Professor Zoom	"I know who you are, 'Riddler'." The distorted voice of the Speedster gives in reply before he gives a glance to the Jolt Cola bottles, "It amazes me how many people ruin their health with sugared drinks." Then, Zoom looks back to Edward, his eyes squinting just slightly as he asks for a business lunch. "I'm not here to sit down for a chat." With that, Zoom takes a look over the Antenna. The only reason the man wouldn't be panicking is if he knows something Eobard doesn't... and Professor Zoom speed checks it to see if it's actually real.
Edward Nygma	Riddler's face sours, and he jerks upright and slams the door shut, with a rubber-metal 'whup'. "Fine," Riddler says, strutting back over to Zoom. "We won't discuss business. Let's discuss war." "You want something, and I can get things. I don't need this thing, right here. I just need to know how it works. That, I can figure out on my own. Technology isn't a matter of intellect beyond a certain level of IQ and specialization, it's a matter of dynamic principles in the history of development of the student's hardware familiarity." "What can I offer you, Zoom?" He points at the antenna. "Perhaps if you told me how to vibrate atoms through space with the Speed Force, I could tell you how to solve a problem of yours." He smiles madly. "If not directly, then how to acquire your solution."
Professor Zoom	A moment passes as Eobard watches Edward, the red glowing emitting from his eyes following the man as Professor Zoom sits in place, "My goals are beyond you, but depending on what you're trying to do, we may be able to help one another." Zoom turns his head and looks at the antenna. "What are you trying to do with it." The Speedster continues, finally, after about twenty seconds.
Edward Nygma	Edward Nygma slowly tilts his head to the side in curiousity as Zoom turns his head to the antenna, before he follows his gaze. "You know of Batman, and his friends, don't you? I've got one of them tailing me with sophisticated electronic surveillence that rivals anything a non-governmental actress should have. I suspect Batman, or this new affiliate, a female independent, is working with the United States government. I used to work Defense Department, and game theory suggests that if I've been penetrated once, I may be penetrated again. Batman already has a severe technological advantage, typically understated, however palpable in the corners of intersecting logic throughout this entire city." "I want to be able to disrupt Batwoman's electronic surveillence networks long enough to get my own bandwith jumper into the proper positions where her network functions. The Speed Force interests me because the vibration at a molecular level would, in the short term, allow me to rig the city with beacons to pick up on the electronic signals she uses with a series of disruptions." He pauses. "And, in the longterm, I could achieve tactical supremacy over the Batman, by advancing this technology to give false signals."
Professor Zoom	As Edward explains, Zoom turns his head to look back to him. There are no interruptions as he sits there, the vibration blurring his form still. "You want to hijack the network without making it obvious." He concludes, "Speed Force technology that actively tries to harness the energy only works on a short term basis from the extreme forces surrounding it." Professor Zoom brings up an arm, actively channeling Negative Speed Force energy through it so the sparking lightning flowing over it dramatically increases, "A natural Speedster like myself has a durable connection to it and has had their structure reinforced to handle the stress." The lightning stops as Professor Zoom starts to walk over to Edward, "controlling vibration at that level is another matter entirely. It's an expensive undertaking. I'm willing to help build some devices for it, if you have the resources."
Edward Nygma	"I'm going to need to perform a scrimmage game with Batwoman, with an amplitude scanner, to triangulate the probable frequency range of her radio technology," Riddler replies, musing, as he flippantly flips his thumb about in an unconscious circle. "From that, I can approximate the location the signals are traveling through from keyhole to keyhole, plus the hardware employed on the local Gotham City communications network she's piggybacking, and pigeonhole the number down to calculate a definite minimum time period of scrambling necessary at the proper points." Riddler tips his bowler, pinky out in a genteel gesture lost to the ruffian hooligans of this time period. "I have extensive wealth I can liquidate, a great deal of technological know-how in my various computer systems, and many locations around Gotham City to work in, as well as excellent manpower and black accountant drops to hold assets for purchases."