His cape swished quietly as he strode down the long hallway of the Watchtower. The entire league was gathered.
"Gordon." The man jumped at the sudden appearance of The Dark Knight.
"Oh, Batman it's just you." Batman looked up at the Bat Signal shining on the thick clouds that always seemed to cover Gotham. "I was hoping you would show yourself."
"What do you want, Gordon?" He wasn't usually this short with the man, but he was anxious to get back to the mountain. He was thankful that Gotham had been quiet since Nightwing's accident; the time had been well spent with his son.
Gordon took a step towards him. He stretched out his hand holding an envelope out to him. "This was delivered to my office this morning." He took the envelope. It was addressed to Batman.
"Nigma." Batman was written in bold letters cut from a magazine.
"You've caught this wacko a time or two. I thought it wouldn't be too much trouble for you to figure out what he's up to." Gordon said putting his hands in his pockets.
"I'll look into it." He growled before jumping from the roof. He whipped out his cape and glided easily to the car.
He didn't know how he was going to tell them.
He stopped at the mansion to look in on Alfred. The man had been enjoying his break. He was asleep with a novel on his lap. Bruce smiled before taking the lift back down to the Batcave. He took the envelope from his belt and opened it hesitantly.
Inside was a sheet of paper covered in letters torn from books varying in font size and style; it was an oddly formal look for The Riddler's calling card. He read the riddle carefully.
The Knight is Darkest before the dawn
The hardest time to see the Son
'To see the son?' What does that mean?
Author's Note: If anyone can come up with a better summary for this story or Why do we fall? please let me know. Mine do not do the story any sort of justice.