I get home from my long day today, made a little longer thanks to Metro deciding an hour and forty-five minute commute for me is just fine for them. I get in the house, and what's the first thing I see?
Yep, Riddler stole the cookie from the counter, dragged it into the living room, and unwrapped part of it so he could have a taste.
Wait, there's the other one right off the couch. Completely unwrapped.
He's graduated from knocking things over to actually being a cookie monster.