The Riddler had watched as the clock had tolled 11, and one of the last two strands of rope had been cut. Now, he watched as the clock continued on its axis, slowly ticking toward the mayor's doom. He looked out the window and smiled kindly at the dangling mayor. "Well, we won't be hanging out much longer," he said with a cackle. He pondered leaving another clue, and glanced at the phone. Grinning, he called Gordon.
"Two, ten, Big Ben,
Not much longer till the mayor meets his end!"
After that, he hung up the phone, and began to twiddle his thumbs.