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As they tumbled onto the bed, Batman's hands roamed over Selina's - no, Riddler's - body, each touch sending a jolt of panic through his mind. He had to keep up the ruse, had to remember who he truly was. But the feel of her - no, his - skin beneath his fingertips, the softness of her - his - lips, it was intoxicating. The beeping grew louder, a pulsing reminder of the danger at hand. But the thrill, the excitement of being so close to the ultimate prize, was too great to ignore.
Batman's eyes searched hers, looking for the truth hidden beneath the mask of passion. But all he saw was desire, the same desire that mirrored his own. The Riddler's plan was unraveling, the threads of his identity tangling with Selina's. He had never expected to feel this way, never thought that the line between them could be so blurred.
He tried to push the doubts aside, focusing on the task at hand. The puzzles scattered around the room were mere distractions, the real challenge was right here, in this intimate dance of deception. The Enigma Device was within his grasp, and he had to use it to regain control of the situation.
