HOME | DD

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Michael: "There's three things that make a villain enjoyable. Charisma, a comedic factor, and a really nice hat."

Evil Michael: "And these two smooth criminals have that down to a professional level."

Michael: "Roman Torchwick, the master theif of Vale."

Evil Michael: "And The Riddler, the confusing criminal of Gotham City."

Michael: "Important note, we will be using the Roman Torchwick of the canon RWBY timeline, meaning he will have no correlation with Evil in any way, or have any knowledge or ideas Evil may have given him. So British and Australian Torchwick are off the table, even if they were completely useless to begin with."

Evil Michael: "Son of a b*tch..."

Michael: "We are the dimensional duo of Michael and Evil Michael. And we welcome you, one and all, to Multiverse Mayhem."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Roman Torchwick
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Michael: "Vale. One of the four kingdoms of Remnant, and home to the prestigious Beacon Academy. I should know, I've been there."

Evil Michael: "It's also home to one of the greatest and most lovable criminals in all of fiction. Roman Torchwick. And he has the best damn hair of all time! Hey, L'Oréal, we found your new shampoo spokesperson!"

Michael: "While almost nothing is known about Roman's past, what we do know is he is quite the impressive individual. Hired by, or rather forced into doing her bidding by Cinder Fall, Roman carried out one of the largest crime sprees in recorded Remnant history, and was put in a prominent position to lead the White Fang under Cinder's orders."

Evil Michael: "And she hired him for a f**king good reason! He's sneaky enough to swipe something right from your warm pocket without you even noticing. He's also logical enough to smoke cigars instead of cigarettes so he isn't directly inhaling smoke and killing his lungs. Though, that doesn't change the fact he's still got a bit of an addiction.."

Michael: "He managed to hijack an entire shipment from Atlas, granting him access to a prototype Atlesian Paladin, which he then piloted to chase down Blake and Sun. Assuming Roman didn't do any prior testing to figure out the controls beforehand, he understood how to operate the Paladin the moment he stepped in."

Evil Michael: "Reminds me of the time you picked up a Wii U gamepad for the first time and figured out how to play Mario Kart 8 easily within six seconds."

Michael: "I played Mario Kart on the Wii, I atleast had some prior experience."

Evil Michael: "Speaking of experience, that's something Torchy has nailed down when it comes to fighting. He's proficient in Bartitsu, a martial art that utilises canes and other staff-like weapons in combat. In fact he's so good, he was able to block thirty-three attacks from Sun's gun-chucks in eight seconds."

Michael: "Assuming Sun's shotgun nunchucks used standard 12-gauge buckshot shells, which hold eight bullets each, Roman must have blocked 264 bullets point-blank."

Evil Michael: "Damn, that's quick! We should have him challenge Tyrian to one of those reaction-time games you find in arcades!"

Michael: "Maybe another day. Putting aside his insane reaction time and the fact he did it with a freakin' walking-stick, Melodic Cudgel itself is a very unique weapon. It can fire explosive flares out of the end of the cane, and the handle doubles as a grappling hook, useful for catching faraway foes or possibly for increased mobility."

Evil Michael: "Not to mention his Aura, a power that everybody in Remnant has, but only a few can harness. He can use his Aura to protect his body from mortal wounds, effectively working as a full-body shield. With all this is mind, you're probably wondering if anyone can stop this guy. I mean, look at all the things he can do!"

Michael: "Sadly, even with all his tricks, Roman is no stranger to shortcomings. He has a habit of running from fights often, such as his fight with Blake, Sun, and Penny at the docks, or his fight with Team RWBY in his stolen Atlesian Paladin after it was destroyed by Yang. And when he cannot keep his distance or run away entirely, tricky opponents like Blake can easily overpower him, especially if they use Dust."

Evil Michael: "Like that time on the train, where he couldn't stay back and fire his flares because that would blow up the train car he was in. And quite possibly the rest of the train."

Michael: "As for his Aura, despite it being as Evil described it 'a full-body shield', Aura will not protect you from pain. You will still feel the impact of the blows you receive. Not to mention Aura is finite, and can be depleted if too much damage is received."

Evil Michael: "Fortunately for Torchwick, he never seemed to run out. Mainly because he never took an exceedingly large amount of direct damage."

Michael: "But by and far, Roman's biggest weakness has to be his arrogance. For the majority of the time, Roman will analyse the situation accordingly, and try to find a way around things. However, he has been blinded by rage before, and that kind of blind rage ultimately led to his downfall in the final moments of Volume 3, when he failed to observe his surroundings while fighting Ruby on top of an Atlas airship in the middle of a flock of Grimm. And the worst part is...he was winning."

Evil Michael: "F**k.. Well, let's hope he can finally chalk up a win today."

"Well, Red, I think we can all agree it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this...is where we part ways."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Riddler
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Michael: "From a young age, Edward Nigma was always fascinated with puzzles. It was like an obsession."

Evil Michael: "You're telling me! One day, when a teacher announced that a contest would be held over who could solve a puzzle the fastest, Ed immediately became dead set on winning. So he snuck into the school after dark, took the puzzle out of the teacher's desk, and practised until he was able to solve it in under a minute. Damn, now that's dedication to your craft."

Michael: "Dedication, yes. Legal, not so much. But thankfully for Edward, he was never caught. The following day, he won the contest and was awarded a book about riddles. Having been rewarded for his foul play, Edward went on to become a true puzzle master. He grew up to become a carnival employee, who excelled at scamming people out of their money with his tricky puzzles and rattling mindgames."

Evil Michael: "But as with all people who are a little too cocky about their own abilities, Riddler wanted to take things to the next level. So he disguised himself to go challenge the Batman, under his new name, 'The Riddler'."

Michael: "Out of any weapon he possesses, the greatest weapon The Riddler has is his mind. He is known to set up some of the most insane traps you could possibly imagine. For example, on his first outing with the dark knight and the boy wonder, Riddler tried confounding Batman and Robin with double-entry riddle clues, before trying to kill them in a booby-trapped glass maze on a pier. He's trapped Batman and Commissioner Gordon in a virtual-reality maze, forced Batman to jumpstart Gotham city by electrocuting himself, and once even created a freaking racetrack.

Evil Michael: "This guy has way too much free time on his hands. Well, putting Riddler's ridiculously high intellect aside, he's got a few fancy weapons besides his brain. He carries exploding jigsaw pieces, question-mark-shaped guns, and his iconic question-mark cane, which shoots electricity, and doubles as a f**king sword. Yes, this guy keeps a sword in his cane."

Michael: "And if that's not enough, he has his own mech suit, which was specifically built to be Batman-proof."

Evil Michael: "He Batman-proofed robo-armour? .....I'm not buyin' it."

Michael: "Though Riddler's greatest feat has to be when he created 'The Ultimate Deathtrap' which put Batman in a room with water up to his chest, electric walls just above the water, bedrock floor, and the metal door he entered through was locked. Not to mention that if he disturbed the water, it would touch the electric walls and fry him."

Evil Michael: "HOW THE ACTUAL SH*T DID HE GET OUT OF THAT ONE??"

Michael: "He's Batman."

Evil Michael: "Oh f**k off!"

Michael: "But even with all of this, Riddler still has a lot of downsides. Quite heavy ones in fact."

Evil Michael: "Yeah, for starters, this guy is basically allergic to punches. He does not like close-quarters combat in the slightest, which is why he usually prefers to stay away and let his puzzles do the work. Or, you know, use his f**king gun."

Michael; "Not to say he can't use his cane, but he still would prefer it didn't come to that. Another thing is that he has a compulsory need to tell the truth, due to trauma he experienced as a child."

Evil Michael: "Yeah, that might screw him over in the long run. And remember how we said his mech was Batman-proof? Well, it wasn't Catwoman-proof, so other people could definitely figure out how to take it down, I'm sure. But his biggest weakness is, he WANTS to lose!"

Michael: "Riddler's entire goal in life is to see if he can outsmart the Batman. If he loses, he's fine with that, it just means he'll have to work harder next time. He's always leaving clues behind at the scene of his crimes, leading Batman right to him. Sometimes this is good, but more times than not it goes south very quickly."

Evil Michael: "Even so, you don't want to screw around with Gotham's pretentious puzzler."

"So you did it. Well done. I would have expected a child to work that one out, let alone the world's greatest detective."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Michael: "Our fighters are in position, the stage is set, and the tension is high."

Evil Michael: "Get ready..."

Michael & Evil: "For Multiversal Mayhem!"

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Night loomed over Gotham City. The moon was shining brightly, illuminating the city beneath it. But while people were sleeping soundly in bed, the Gotham City Bank was currently being robbed. With the alarms blaring, The Riddler rushed out carrying a sack full of hundred-dollar bills on one shoulder. While he was running, he glanced behind him to see if anyone was chasing him, and not looking where he was going, bumped into Roman Torchwick. The two of them fell on their backs.

Riddler: "Ow!"

Roman Torchwick: "Hey!"

Roman was the first to get up, looking down at his white coat with a scowl.

Roman: "Just got this thing cleaned.."

As The Riddler recovered, Roman pulled out Melodic Cudgel and twirled it around his fingers, taking his cigar out of his mouth with his free hand and tossing it aside.

Roman: "Look, Greeny, I don't know who you are, but I'm gonna need you to pay me to get this thing cleaned again. It ain't cheap, I can tell you that."

Leaving the bag on the ground so it wouldn't weigh him down, The Riddler took out his own cane, the two criminals pointing their weapons at eachother in a firm upright stance.

Riddler: "You'll have to outsmart me first."

FIGHT!
Roman's crosshair flipped up, much to The Riddler's surprise.

Riddler: "Wait, what?"

Melodic Cudgel released an explosive flare towards The Riddler. He quickly leapt to the side to avoid being harmed, and still preferring not to get too close, he pulled out some explosive jigsaw pieces, throwing all of them at Roman. Thinking on his feet, Torchwick fired a flare into the leading piece, detonating all of them and creating a thick smoke cloud while launching the two criminals away from eachother. Roman landed on his feet, using his cane to help cushion his landing. Looking into the smoke cloud cautiously, Roman was greeted with a bullet from The Riddler's oddly-shaped gun. The shot whizzed right past his head, firmly placing him on high alert. The Riddler emerged not a second later, firing his entire clip at Torchwick. With some well-timed flicks and swings of his cane, Roman was able to block every bullet before it hit him.

Riddler: "Oh you have got to be kidding me!"

Roman dusted off his shoulder, then sprinted forward to meet Edward in close-quarters combat. The Riddler took a swing with his cane pre-emptively to try and catch Torchwick on his approach, only for both canes to collide and stick The Riddler right where he didn't want to be. Roman went on the offensive, forcing Edward to think carefully and counter each strike. But for every returned attack, he was countered aswell. It was a constant back and forth, until Roman finally hit The Riddler in his head with Melodic Cudgel, prompting a grunt of pain.

Riddler: "Agh!"

Roman: "Heheheh."

Roman followed immediately with a second strike, knocking Edward to the ground. Desperate for a way out, Riddler pointed his cane up at Roman and electrocuted him with his cane's taser. Torchwick hadn't seen this coming, unintellible gibberish spurting from his mouth as the shocks filled his body, before he collapsed backwards and allowed The Riddler to run off. Twitching from the aftershocks, Roman eventually managed to recover, standing up once more, even if leaning on his cane a little.

Roman: "Well... That hurt."

He was soon graced by the sound of thundering footsteps. Looking up, he saw Riddler approaching in his mech. It had a glowing green forcefield surrounding it, and a powerful laser cannon on top.

The Riddler: "Riddle me this. What's covered with blood and wears a hat?"

Not wanting to stick around to find the answer, Roman turned on his heel and ran. The Riddler followed after him step by step, firing the laser as he went. Torchwick managed to avoid the lasers for a good while, before finding sanctuary in a warehouse. Leaning against a wall, he took a few deep breaths, looking around for something that could help him.

Roman: "Come on, come on... There has to be something I can--"

His eyes soon locked on an Atlesian Paladin. How it got here he had no idea, but he wasn't complaining.

Roman: "Jackpot!"

The Riddler finally made it to the front of the warehouse, using his mech's laser to cut a hole in the front big enough for his mech to fit through and letting it fall open.

Riddler: "Come out come out wherever you-- Oh my god!"

Riddler's mech was launched twenty feet away by a running-start punch from the Atlesian Paladin that Roman was now piloting. The forcefield held up, though. The mech picked itself up to stare down the Paladin, unable to see Roman's cocky grin inside.

Riddler: "Where did you get that??"

Roman: "Picked it up on my way downtown. I seriously reccomend it. If you like, I can give you a live demonstration."

Reverting the Paladin's collapsible fists into guns, Roman opened fire on The Riddler's mech in an attempt to wear down the forcefield. At the same time, he activated the rear-mounted homing rockets, which soared over the Paladin and dives straight for the mech. The Riddler used his mech's laser to blast the rockets out of the air, but the resulting explosion and the gunfire from the Atlesian Paladin ultimately wore away its forcefield.

Riddler: "Damn it!"

The fists of the Atlesian Paladin returning, Roman piloted it forward and grabbed The Riddler's mech, dragging it through the concrete roads and throwing it through the air. The mech landed with a skid, sitting upright upon standstill. The Riddler could see the Atlesian Paladin sprinting towards him. He tried to fire the laser, and thankfully for him, it still worked. It blasted the Paladin's left arm off. Roman slowed down a little, making sure to avoid the laser's second blast. He finally reached the mech and grabbed its laser cannon with the Paladin's remaining arm. The Riddler was desperately rattling his controls, firing the laser into the sky fruitlessly.

Riddler: "No, no! My victory!"

Roman crawled out of the Paladin's cockpit and jumped down onto that of the mech, using Melodic Cudgel to repeatedly hit Edward back and forth across the face, vigorously bruising him and giving him a bloody nose. After dishing out some serious blunt force damage, Roman flipped up the crosshair of his cane and pointed it at The Riddler's face.

Roman: "You know, I think I figured out the answer to your riddle."

With a pull of the trigger, Roman blew The Riddler's head to smithereens, blowing himself off the mech at the same time. He landed on his back, before picking himself up and looking at the final result of their battle. The two destroyed mechs lay there, perfectly covering The Riddler's corpse with a rising cloud of smoke and a pile of rubble.

Roman: "You."

Roman took a cigar and his lighter out, lighting the cigar and sticking it in his mouth with a sense of accomplishment. He put the lighter back in his pocket and started making his way back to the Gotham City Bank to grab the bag of money for himself.

Roman: "Now then, let's go get this thing cleaned.. Again.."

K.O.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Evil Michael: "Hahahahahahah!! Eat my ass, rubix cubes!"

Michael: "Both Roman Torchwick and The Riddler had plenty to bring to the table, but Roman simply outclassed Edward in almost every way."

Evil Michael: "Torchy had way more combat experience, and his aura let him take a beating, whereas Eddie would take one punch and then let his opponent punch him about seven more times before doing something."

Michael: "While The Riddler did have options like the exploding jigsaw pieces and his question-mark gun to keep him far away from Torchwick, he couldn't surpass Roman's ridiculous reaction speed. No basic attack Riddler could have thrown out would have been faster than Roman's quickest known defense."

Evil Michael: "But hark, the DC fanboys cry foul! The Riddler still had Riddlerbots!"

Michael: "Yes, but those would fall under outside help. This is generally a one-v-one series, any and all minions are not taken into consideration unless we're debating a full-on war between characters with their own armies. And if you want to complain that Roman shouldn't have been allowed the Atlesian Paladin, he's used it canonically, so we let him have it to combat The Riddler's own mech. And granted, it was actually a pretty even fight."

Evil Michael: "The Riddler's mech had a forcefield and a laser cannon. Roman's mech had guns and homing rockets. Problem is, the laser is kinda slow and easy to avoid, and the Atlesian Paladin is pretty damn fast. We've seen it run fast enough to overtake cars. ...And launch them. And if the Paladin can punch hard enough to shatter a concrete pillar, there's no reason to say its weaponry couldn't have worn down the forcefield."

Michael: "In the end, Riddler was 'torched'. This battle's winner is Roman Torchwick."

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Michael: "There's three things that make a villain enjoyable. Charisma, a comedic factor, and a really nice hat."

Evil Michael: "And these two smooth criminals have that down to a professional level."

Michael: "Roman Torchwick, the master theif of Vale."

Evil Michael: "And The Riddler, the confusing criminal of Gotham City."

Michael: "Important note, we will be using the Roman Torchwick of the canon RWBY timeline, meaning he will have no correlation with Evil in any way, or have any knowledge or ideas Evil may have given him. So British and Australian Torchwick are off the table, even if they were completely useless to begin with."

Evil Michael: "Son of a b*tch..."

Michael: "We are the dimensional duo of Michael and Evil Michael. And we welcome you, one and all, to Multiverse Mayhem."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Roman Torchwick
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Michael: "Vale. One of the four kingdoms of Remnant, and home to the prestigious Beacon Academy. I should know, I've been there."

Evil Michael: "It's also home to one of the greatest and most lovable criminals in all of fiction. Roman Torchwick. And he has the best damn hair of all time! Hey, L'Oréal, we found your new shampoo spokesperson!"

Michael: "While almost nothing is known about Roman's past, what we do know is he is quite the impressive individual. Hired by, or rather forced into doing her bidding by Cinder Fall, Roman carried out one of the largest crime sprees in recorded Remnant history, and was put in a prominent position to lead the White Fang under Cinder's orders."

Evil Michael: "And she hired him for a f**king good reason! He's sneaky enough to swipe something right from your warm pocket without you even noticing. He's also logical enough to smoke cigars instead of cigarettes so he isn't directly inhaling smoke and killing his lungs. Though, that doesn't change the fact he's still got a bit of an addiction.."

Michael: "He managed to hijack an entire shipment from Atlas, granting him access to a prototype Atlesian Paladin, which he then piloted to chase down Blake and Sun. Assuming Roman didn't do any prior testing to figure out the controls beforehand, he understood how to operate the Paladin the moment he stepped in."

Evil Michael: "Reminds me of the time you picked up a Wii U gamepad for the first time and figured out how to play Mario Kart 8 easily within six seconds."

Michael: "I played Mario Kart on the Wii, I atleast had some prior experience."

Evil Michael: "Speaking of experience, that's something Torchy has nailed down when it comes to fighting. He's proficient in Bartitsu, a martial art that utilises canes and other staff-like weapons in combat. In fact he's so good, he was able to block thirty-three attacks from Sun's gun-chucks in eight seconds."

Michael: "Assuming Sun's shotgun nunchucks used standard 12-gauge buckshot shells, which hold eight bullets each, Roman must have blocked 264 bullets point-blank."

Evil Michael: "Damn, that's quick! We should have him challenge Tyrian to one of those reaction-time games you find in arcades!"

Michael: "Maybe another day. Putting aside his insane reaction time and the fact he did it with a freakin' walking-stick, Melodic Cudgel itself is a very unique weapon. It can fire explosive flares out of the end of the cane, and the handle doubles as a grappling hook, useful for catching faraway foes or possibly for increased mobility."

Evil Michael: "Not to mention his Aura, a power that everybody in Remnant has, but only a few can harness. He can use his Aura to protect his body from mortal wounds, effectively working as a full-body shield. With all this is mind, you're probably wondering if anyone can stop this guy. I mean, look at all the things he can do!"

Michael: "Sadly, even with all his tricks, Roman is no stranger to shortcomings. He has a habit of running from fights often, such as his fight with Blake, Sun, and Penny at the docks, or his fight with Team RWBY in his stolen Atlesian Paladin after it was destroyed by Yang. And when he cannot keep his distance or run away entirely, tricky opponents like Blake can easily overpower him, especially if they use Dust."

Evil Michael: "Like that time on the train, where he couldn't stay back and fire his flares because that would blow up the train car he was in. And quite possibly the rest of the train."

Michael: "As for his Aura, despite it being as Evil described it 'a full-body shield', Aura will not protect you from pain. You will still feel the impact of the blows you receive. Not to mention Aura is finite, and can be depleted if too much damage is received."

Evil Michael: "Fortunately for Torchwick, he never seemed to run out. Mainly because he never took an exceedingly large amount of direct damage."

Michael: "But by and far, Roman's biggest weakness has to be his arrogance. For the majority of the time, Roman will analyse the situation accordingly, and try to find a way around things. However, he has been blinded by rage before, and that kind of blind rage ultimately led to his downfall in the final moments of Volume 3, when he failed to observe his surroundings while fighting Ruby on top of an Atlas airship in the middle of a flock of Grimm. And the worst part is...he was winning."

Evil Michael: "F**k.. Well, let's hope he can finally chalk up a win today."

"Well, Red, I think we can all agree it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this...is where we part ways."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Riddler
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Michael: "From a young age, Edward Nigma was always fascinated with puzzles. It was like an obsession."

Evil Michael: "You're telling me! One day, when a teacher announced that a contest would be held over who could solve a puzzle the fastest, Ed immediately became dead set on winning. So he snuck into the school after dark, took the puzzle out of the teacher's desk, and practised until he was able to solve it in under a minute. Damn, now that's dedication to your craft."

Michael: "Dedication, yes. Legal, not so much. But thankfully for Edward, he was never caught. The following day, he won the contest and was awarded a book about riddles. Having been rewarded for his foul play, Edward went on to become a true puzzle master. He grew up to become a carnival employee, who excelled at scamming people out of their money with his tricky puzzles and rattling mindgames."

Evil Michael: "But as with all people who are a little too cocky about their own abilities, Riddler wanted to take things to the next level. So he disguised himself to go challenge the Batman, under his new name, 'The Riddler'."

Michael: "Out of any weapon he possesses, the greatest weapon The Riddler has is his mind. He is known to set up some of the most insane traps you could possibly imagine. For example, on his first outing with the dark knight and the boy wonder, Riddler tried confounding Batman and Robin with double-entry riddle clues, before trying to kill them in a booby-trapped glass maze on a pier. He's trapped Batman and Commissioner Gordon in a virtual-reality maze, forced Batman to jumpstart Gotham city by electrocuting himself, and once even created a freaking racetrack.

Evil Michael: "This guy has way too much free time on his hands. Well, putting Riddler's ridiculously high intellect aside, he's got a few fancy weapons besides his brain. He carries exploding jigsaw pieces, question-mark-shaped guns, and his iconic question-mark cane, which shoots electricity, and doubles as a f**king sword. Yes, this guy keeps a sword in his cane."

Michael: "And if that's not enough, he has his own mech suit, which was specifically built to be Batman-proof."

Evil Michael: "He Batman-proofed robo-armour? .....I'm not buyin' it."

Michael: "Though Riddler's greatest feat has to be when he created 'The Ultimate Deathtrap' which put Batman in a room with water up to his chest, electric walls just above the water, bedrock floor, and the metal door he entered through was locked. Not to mention that if he disturbed the water, it would touch the electric walls and fry him."

Evil Michael: "HOW THE ACTUAL SH*T DID HE GET OUT OF THAT ONE??"

Michael: "He's Batman."

Evil Michael: "Oh f**k off!"

Michael: "But even with all of this, Riddler still has a lot of downsides. Quite heavy ones in fact."

Evil Michael: "Yeah, for starters, this guy is basically allergic to punches. He does not like close-quarters combat in the slightest, which is why he usually prefers to stay away and let his puzzles do the work. Or, you know, use his f**king gun."

Michael; "Not to say he can't use his cane, but he still would prefer it didn't come to that. Another thing is that he has a compulsory need to tell the truth, due to trauma he experienced as a child."

Evil Michael: "Yeah, that might screw him over in the long run. And remember how we said his mech was Batman-proof? Well, it wasn't Catwoman-proof, so other people could definitely figure out how to take it down, I'm sure. But his biggest weakness is, he WANTS to lose!"

Michael: "Riddler's entire goal in life is to see if he can outsmart the Batman. If he loses, he's fine with that, it just means he'll have to work harder next time. He's always leaving clues behind at the scene of his crimes, leading Batman right to him. Sometimes this is good, but more times than not it goes south very quickly."

Evil Michael: "Even so, you don't want to screw around with Gotham's pretentious puzzler."

"So you did it. Well done. I would have expected a child to work that one out, let alone the world's greatest detective."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Michael: "Our fighters are in position, the stage is set, and the tension is high."

Evil Michael: "Get ready..."

Michael & Evil: "For Multiversal Mayhem!"

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Night loomed over Gotham City. The moon was shining brightly, illuminating the city beneath it. But while people were sleeping soundly in bed, the Gotham City Bank was currently being robbed. With the alarms blaring, The Riddler rushed out carrying a sack full of hundred-dollar bills on one shoulder. While he was running, he glanced behind him to see if anyone was chasing him, and not looking where he was going, bumped into Roman Torchwick. The two of them fell on their backs.

Riddler: "Ow!"

Roman Torchwick: "Hey!"

Roman was the first to get up, looking down at his white coat with a scowl.

Roman: "Just got this thing cleaned.."

As The Riddler recovered, Roman pulled out Melodic Cudgel and twirled it around his fingers, taking his cigar out of his mouth with his free hand and tossing it aside.

Roman: "Look, Greeny, I don't know who you are, but I'm gonna need you to pay me to get this thing cleaned again. It ain't cheap, I can tell you that."

Leaving the bag on the ground so it wouldn't weigh him down, The Riddler took out his own cane, the two criminals pointing their weapons at eachother in a firm upright stance.

Riddler: "You'll have to outsmart me first."

FIGHT!
Roman's crosshair flipped up, much to The Riddler's surprise.

Riddler: "Wait, what?"

Melodic Cudgel released an explosive flare towards The Riddler. He quickly leapt to the side to avoid being harmed, and still preferring not to get too close, he pulled out some explosive jigsaw pieces, throwing all of them at Roman. Thinking on his feet, Torchwick fired a flare into the leading piece, detonating all of them and creating a thick smoke cloud while launching the two criminals away from eachother. Roman landed on his feet, using his cane to help cushion his landing. Looking into the smoke cloud cautiously, Roman was greeted with a bullet from The Riddler's oddly-shaped gun. The shot whizzed right past his head, firmly placing him on high alert. The Riddler emerged not a second later, firing his entire clip at Torchwick. With some well-timed flicks and swings of his cane, Roman was able to block every bullet before it hit him.

Riddler: "Oh you have got to be kidding me!"

Roman dusted off his shoulder, then sprinted forward to meet Edward in close-quarters combat. The Riddler took a swing with his cane pre-emptively to try and catch Torchwick on his approach, only for both canes to collide and stick The Riddler right where he didn't want to be. Roman went on the offensive, forcing Edward to think carefully and counter each strike. But for every returned attack, he was countered aswell. It was a constant back and forth, until Roman finally hit The Riddler in his head with Melodic Cudgel, prompting a grunt of pain.

Riddler: "Agh!"

Roman: "Heheheh."

Roman followed immediately with a second strike, knocking Edward to the ground. Desperate for a way out, Riddler pointed his cane up at Roman and electrocuted him with his cane's taser. Torchwick hadn't seen this coming, unintellible gibberish spurting from his mouth as the shocks filled his body, before he collapsed backwards and allowed The Riddler to run off. Twitching from the aftershocks, Roman eventually managed to recover, standing up once more, even if leaning on his cane a little.

Roman: "Well... That hurt."

He was soon graced by the sound of thundering footsteps. Looking up, he saw Riddler approaching in his mech. It had a glowing green forcefield surrounding it, and a powerful laser cannon on top.

The Riddler: "Riddle me this. What's covered with blood and wears a hat?"

Not wanting to stick around to find the answer, Roman turned on his heel and ran. The Riddler followed after him step by step, firing the laser as he went. Torchwick managed to avoid the lasers for a good while, before finding sanctuary in a warehouse. Leaning against a wall, he took a few deep breaths, looking around for something that could help him.

Roman: "Come on, come on... There has to be something I can--"

His eyes soon locked on an Atlesian Paladin. How it got here he had no idea, but he wasn't complaining.

Roman: "Jackpot!"

The Riddler finally made it to the front of the warehouse, using his mech's laser to cut a hole in the front big enough for his mech to fit through and letting it fall open.

Riddler: "Come out come out wherever you-- Oh my god!"

Riddler's mech was launched twenty feet away by a running-start punch from the Atlesian Paladin that Roman was now piloting. The forcefield held up, though. The mech picked itself up to stare down the Paladin, unable to see Roman's cocky grin inside.

Riddler: "Where did you get that??"

Roman: "Picked it up on my way downtown. I seriously reccomend it. If you like, I can give you a live demonstration."

Reverting the Paladin's collapsible fists into guns, Roman opened fire on The Riddler's mech in an attempt to wear down the forcefield. At the same time, he activated the rear-mounted homing rockets, which soared over the Paladin and dives straight for the mech. The Riddler used his mech's laser to blast the rockets out of the air, but the resulting explosion and the gunfire from the Atlesian Paladin ultimately wore away its forcefield.

Riddler: "Damn it!"

The fists of the Atlesian Paladin returning, Roman piloted it forward and grabbed The Riddler's mech, dragging it through the concrete roads and throwing it through the air. The mech landed with a skid, sitting upright upon standstill. The Riddler could see the Atlesian Paladin sprinting towards him. He tried to fire the laser, and thankfully for him, it still worked. It blasted the Paladin's left arm off. Roman slowed down a little, making sure to avoid the laser's second blast. He finally reached the mech and grabbed its laser cannon with the Paladin's remaining arm. The Riddler was desperately rattling his controls, firing the laser into the sky fruitlessly.

Riddler: "No, no! My victory!"

Roman crawled out of the Paladin's cockpit and jumped down onto that of the mech, using Melodic Cudgel to repeatedly hit Edward back and forth across the face, vigorously bruising him and giving him a bloody nose. After dishing out some serious blunt force damage, Roman flipped up the crosshair of his cane and pointed it at The Riddler's face.

Roman: "You know, I think I figured out the answer to your riddle."

With a pull of the trigger, Roman blew The Riddler's head to smithereens, blowing himself off the mech at the same time. He landed on his back, before picking himself up and looking at the final result of their battle. The two destroyed mechs lay there, perfectly covering The Riddler's corpse with a rising cloud of smoke and a pile of rubble.

Roman: "You."

Roman took a cigar and his lighter out, lighting the cigar and sticking it in his mouth with a sense of accomplishment. He put the lighter back in his pocket and started making his way back to the Gotham City Bank to grab the bag of money for himself.

Roman: "Now then, let's go get this thing cleaned.. Again.."

K.O.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Evil Michael: "Hahahahahahah!! Eat my ass, rubix cubes!"

Michael: "Both Roman Torchwick and The Riddler had plenty to bring to the table, but Roman simply outclassed Edward in almost every way."

Evil Michael: "Torchy had way more combat experience, and his aura let him take a beating, whereas Eddie would take one punch and then let his opponent punch him about seven more times before doing something."

Michael: "While The Riddler did have options like the exploding jigsaw pieces and his question-mark gun to keep him far away from Torchwick, he couldn't surpass Roman's ridiculous reaction speed. No basic attack Riddler could have thrown out would have been faster than Roman's quickest known defense."

Evil Michael: "But hark, the DC fanboys cry foul! The Riddler still had Riddlerbots!"

Michael: "Yes, but those would fall under outside help. This is generally a one-v-one series, any and all minions are not taken into consideration unless we're debating a full-on war between characters with their own armies. And if you want to complain that Roman shouldn't have been allowed the Atlesian Paladin, he's used it canonically, so we let him have it to combat The Riddler's own mech. And granted, it was actually a pretty even fight."

Evil Michael: "The Riddler's mech had a forcefield and a laser cannon. Roman's mech had guns and homing rockets. Problem is, the laser is kinda slow and easy to avoid, and the Atlesian Paladin is pretty damn fast. We've seen it run fast enough to overtake cars. ...And launch them. And if the Paladin can punch hard enough to shatter a concrete pillar, there's no reason to say its weaponry couldn't have worn down the forcefield."

Michael: "In the end, Riddler was 'torched'. This battle's winner is Roman Torchwick."