Chapter 1: Just my luck
Batman FanFic. Genre: Romance/Mystery and Horror. Characters: Edward Nygma/The Riddler and my OC. Involves other Characters such as Batman and More. Batman belongs to DC Comics and others. I do not own Batman. No copyright infringement intended. This story is based on those characters, but this story is mine and rightfully belongs to me and no one else. I warn you there will be graphic scenes later on! Viewer Discretion is advised. Rated M+. The Joker is based on the Arkham Asylum video game style mixed with my style from my story: Mine, Harley is, of course, her usual Harlequin Jester style mixed with her design from my story: Mine and the Penguin is based on the comics, and Riddler is based on Arkham Origins Riddler/Enigma.
My OC Has long, dark, deep, red hair. (Like Arkham Origin's Riddler's hair or Arkham Origin's Barbara Gordon's hair.) (It is Dyed. Obviously, a color like that is not natural) But she is a natural redhead. She also has bright yellow-jade green eyes. and long thick black eyelashes. She has full lips that are usually painted (Lipstick) black and is pale with rosy cheeks. Doesn't wear much makeup. Only a natural cat eye look, mascara, black lipstick and pick/peachy blush with her eyebrows done. She has no need for foundation because she already has perfect skin. But she does wear mineral powder. She is smart and loves riddles, and always gets them right. She is very outgoing, but sometimes shy but ultimately is aggressive and never knows when to shut the hell up and to back down. Her name is Ariel Green. She is 21 years old, 5ft.10in. 125 pounds. Fit. High agility, good amount of strength, highly intelligent, and very determined.
A Riddle He Can't Solve.
Chapter 1: Just My Luck:
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
The young woman suddenly awoke from her somewhat terrible sleep. She hadn't been able to sleep well since she had moved to Gotham. Gotham was an interesting city, although you didn't want to walk outside at night alone...Maybe not even in the daytime either.
She quickly sat up and looked down at her alarm clock on the wooden nightstand. The digital clock's red blinking light flickered, telling her to get up. Today she had to go shopping. She had just moved here to this cesspool of a city and she had a lot of work to do.
"Okay, Okay. No need to keep pestering me." She sighed and banged on the alarm clocked. Her pale fist finally hitting the damned button.
She shifted her weight from side to side and laid her small bare feet onto the chilly floor and shivered.
What was wrong with this apartment!? Why couldn't they keep the heat up?!
She ignored the cold and sighed, putting on her clothes. She picked out a nice green dress, not too formal, but pretty to look at. And put on a purple belt around her waist to complete the outfit.
Purple and green, her two favorite colors.
Once she was dressed, she put on her usual makeup. She did her eyebrows, Did a natural crisp cat eye, mascara, matte powder, warm blush, and black lipstick with some clear gloss. Then she ran a brush through her long deep red hair.
"This will have to do..." She mumbled to herself as she put her straight hair in a formal but messy bun. Two strands of hair lingered beside her cheekbones, tickling her cheeks.
She didn't have a car so she'd have to walk to the market. Which was fine. It was one way to get some consistent exercise. And she was happy to stay fit.
When she finally got there she noticed the place was awfully busy.
"Crap." She rolled her eyes.
The young woman walked in, her heels tip-tapping on the hard white floor. She grabbed a yellow shopping bag and began to grab the stuff that she needed.
Suddenly there was laughter. It was from coming from the intercom above. Everyone looked up and around, wondering what was going on, including her.
"Good morning ladies and gentleman of Gotham!"
Who the hell was that?
"I have bombs set up all around this building. Try to disable them or call the cops, you die. But if you can guess my riddle, which I assure you, you won't. I will let you all live, and go free."
Her bright, yellow-green eyes grew wide. She wasn't dying her first day in Gotham! Hell! She didn't plan on dying at all.
She quickly looked around, glancing at the frightened shoppers around her. No one dared to speak up or call the cops. She didn't really blame them. But still. Someone had to do something! She fidgeted in her place, ringing her hands together nervously.
"Okay, here's my riddle-" The cocky male voice continued. "Although I know not one of you can beat a mind such as mine. I'll give you a chance anyway."
His ego was getting on her nerves. Who the hell did he think he was!?
He continued in a sing-song voice that echoed throughout the building. The words holding an arrogant air about them.
"Soft and fragile is my skin
I get my growth in mud
I'm dangerous as much as pretty
For if not careful, I draw blood.
What am I?"
She stopped to think then looked around. Every single person was blank. Talking and whispering amongst themselves with fear in their wide eyes. No one came up with the answers. Confusion plastered on their pale, frightened faces.
She didn't get why. The riddle was quite easy.
The woman cupped her small and pale hands around her full mouth, yelling out the answer "It's a rose's thorn!"
No one answered back. But there was some feedback from the intercom as if someone had dropped something.
"It's a rose's thorn!" She tried again.
Still, no one answered.
She got frustrated and screamed again. Her hands still cupped around her black mouth. "Damn it you, idiot! It's a rose's thorn!"
Suddenly she heard the intercom turn back on and the male voice rung out again, no longer as arrogant as earlier. In fact. He sounded quite defeated. "She-She got it right, No one has ever gotten MY riddles right, you must have cheated! You had too!"
The woman looked around, nothing was happening to suggest they were safe and free to go.
She frowned and yelled out again. "Well, I answered it right. Let us all go!"
Out of nowhere, two very burly guards came out of hiding. They ran towards her, the both of them wearing a green one-piece suit with big question marks sown across it.
Wow.
Big men should not wear tights.
"No one outsmarts the boss!" Both of them said at the same time.
She took that as her cue to run...
She ran around the store with a huff. Grabbing things to throw behind her, trying to impede their movements but they were so large and strong that nothing seemed to work. She couldn't lose them.
"C-mere' you stupid brat!" One of the guards/henchmen grabbed her, yanking her back.
She cried out loudly. He had almost broken her arm. Or at least it had felt like it. Either way, it definitively hurt.
"We got er' boss." One of the men yelled out.
"And?" The leader asked over the intercom in annoyance. An edge to his voice.
"Well, do you want us to off er' or what?"
"She got it right, you imbeciles! let her go." He sighed. "L-let them all go."
She tried to get free but they just threw her back and left, running out the back door.
When she got up she looked around, hearing the police sirens wail loudly from outside the store. The GCPD were here. She guessed that meant it was safe to go.
What a night... Her first night in Gotham and she'd already run into one of the crazies.
Just her luck.
