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Chapter 1: RIDDLES

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the quiet, midnight streets of downtown Gotham City; quickly followed by the blare of an alarm. A tall, thin man in green suit jumped out of the jewellery store's now-broken window with a briefcase in his hand and an evil grin on his face. He looked both ways and listened to the police sirens wailing in the distance before ducking around the corner of the building and disappearing into the night.

The police cars screeched to a stop in front of the jewellery store and the cops jumped out; guns at the ready. One very fat cop surveyed the scene before ordering his men to go in and check it out.

On top of the building, the man in the green suit looked down at them with a wicked grin on his face. He waited for a minute or two as the cops scoped out the shop then frowned crankily. They'll turn up, they have to turn up. After a minute more he stood up and waved at the police-men, laughing manically. They looked up and pointed their guns. He laughed harder and produced a gold cane with a question mark on top and waved that at the police men; a few backed away.

The Riddler laughed harder and jumped down from the building. The cops all backed away further. "Freeze or we'll shoot!" a wavering voice shouted, Riddler laughed again and dashed away down the street. The cops jumped into their cars and gave chase.

The Riddler led them through the streets, weaving around town for miles but going in crooked circles. The lights to many houses blinked on, the occupants awakened by the sirens and shouting and wondering what the commotion was.

After a while, Riddler stopped playing around and dashed off in a different direction. After a few minutes he disappeared into an abandoned house; three storeys high and falling apart. The police surrounded the building and sent a few people in to find him.

Riddler was in the upper storey's hall way, peering down the stairs and laughing at their stupidity. He turned and startled when he found himself staring into the mask of an imposing, dark figure. His shocked expression was quickly replaced by a sly grin.

"Batman, I was wondering when you'd decide to show!"

Batman scowled at him from behind his mask. Riddler turned around and almost smacked into Robin. Riddler frowned and swung his fist at the teen's head. Robin dropped to the ground and swept his leg behind Riddler's knees, Riddler leapt straight over the raven-haired sidekick and dashed down the hallway. Both the heroes raced after him.

Their chase weaved around the whole building, with a few small duels in the kitchen and empty bedrooms until Riddler led Robin into one room on the third floor that was different from the rest; much different.

Instead of dust-covered plasterboard floor, with tattered and torn curtains, peeling wallpaper and mottled and holed ceiling it had a cream carpet with a fluffy pale pink rug on the centre of the floor. The curtains were pale pink and silky, fluttering in the gentle breeze coming in from the open window. In the corner next to the window was a four-poster bed with frilly white sheets piled high with fluffy pink pillows. A pink lace drape was pulled back from where it had hung over the bed and secured to the wall. On the centre of the floor was an old, tattered, brown and fuzzy, button-eyed teddy bear.

Robin's shock was obvious and he surveyed the room slowly. Riddler took advantage of the teen's distraction and attacked him. Robin's eyes widened behind his mask and he barely dodged the punch thrown at him. Riddler pressed onwards with his attacks, forcing Robin back towards the wall. The teen hero recovered quickly and fought back, but his older opponent had the upper hand.

Robin began to find himself with less and less chances to attack and was constantly on defence. But when Batman leapt into the room, he took Riddler down in a matter of seconds, disarming him of his cane and snapping an inhibiter collar around the villain's neck. Three police-men arrived and escorted Riddler to a cop car.

As the villain was being cuffed and dragged to his feet, Robin knelt down and picked the teddy-bear up off the floor. Looking at it quizzically, he heard Riddler whisper "You think you've won, he-he-he, think again." Robin's head jerked up and he glared at the villain. Riddler was being led out of the room, but he leaned over to Robin and hissed "This is just the beginning, Boy Wonder, just the beginning."

Robin wasn't disturbed by Riddler's threat, but he didn't dismiss it either. Batman either hadn't heard, or he simply didn't show it. Robin looked back down at the teddy-bear; he felt there was something important about it, and he was still confused about the room; he didn't have a chance to investigate.

Batman turned without a word and stalked out of the room. Robin looked at his mentor then at the teddy in his hand, then back to Batman before standing up straight and following the Dark Knight out of the house; teddy-bear still in hand.

Riddler was taken by the police to Belle Reve Penitentiary and the jewels he had stolen were returned to the storeowner. Batman and Robin headed back to the Batcave. Robin stashed the teddy-bear under the seat of his motorbike and followed the Batmobile, half-hoping Batman hadn't notice the toy bear.

Partway to the Batcave Robin pulled over, realising he could be playing right into Riddler's hands by taking the teddy-bear. He pulled the teddy out from under his seat and a hand-held metal-detector out of his utility belt. He ran the device over the toy until satisfied it wasn't bugged. Then, he roared after Batman on his motorbike.

Batman didn't ask any questions when Robin arrived at the Batcave some twenty minutes later; in fact, Batman didn't say anything at all, he just changed into civilian clothes and took the elevator into Wayne Manor. Robin followed suit.

An hour or so later, Dick was sitting at the desk in his room, examining the teddy bear. It was an old toy and had clearly been loved and played with . . . a lot. He could see it had been cared for, despite the fact that he had found it discarded on the floor, which raised the question: Who did it belong to? And where was he or she?

The building had been abandoned for years, Robin knew that for a fact, and the whole place was a tumbledown wreak; except for that one room. It had been arranged and kept in order, and Dick wondered why.

After pondering his questions for a while, Dick logged onto his computer. Using basic sites he surfed the internet trying to find any information on the house; he found nothing, aside from a site saying it had been on and off the sales market for several years. With a growl, he went to work. He hacked the Gotham City's Police Department's computer system and looked for answers there; he found what he was looking for; a list of previous residents and a report on a missing child.

The house had been owned by several different families, all hadn't stayed long. The most recent residents had moved out three years previous after their six-year-old daughter had mysteriously disappeared from her room on the third floor; the same room Robin had found the teddy-bear in.

The family's name was Reagan, and the little girl was an only child named Jillian. The family had moved away after her disappearance, but were unable to sell the house.

Why didn't they just knock it down? Robin wondered, he exited the police site, covering his tracks so no-one would ever know he'd been there. He found a newspaper article claiming that no-one would buy the house, and the family didn't want to demolish the place. So they left it to rot? There's gotta be another reason. Dick thought, but he couldn't find anything else, just the same information written in different ways and forms.

With a sigh Dick logged off his computer, changed into pyjamas and tumbled into his bed. I'll sleep on it. He thought, and closed his eyes.

. . . Or not. He countered several hours later as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling; not feeling even a little sleepy. He sat up and glared at the teddy-bear, sitting on the shelf he had shoved it onto, staring at him with its blank, button eyes. He threw a pillow at it. Stupid Teddy! Dick growled and rolled onto the floor. He changed into a jumpsuit and went off to train; to try to take his mind off the stuffed toy and maybe even tire himself out enough to sleep.

He jumped around in the training room for a while, fighting an imaginary opponent. He dodged and faked and leaped away from invisible blows, but soon was repeating the same routing over and over again. He tried using things in the room as obstacles, weapons and shields but quickly got tired of that as well.

Tired. He wiped the sweat off his face wearily and stumbled upstairs. School tomorrow. He thought absently; Hope I sleep well . . . enough.

It was wishful thinking . . .