This is my first ever Fanfic. I have some time during winter break and I thought this up. I have the story line mapped out so don't worry about me canceling since it went in the wrong direction or something. I want to apologize for all the grammar errors(Im going through and fixing them.) I'm doing this on my iPad and it doesn't really work well with the site, so please bare with me. Thank you so much for reading. If you have questions please leave a review, and I'll explain it. Thank you so much guys!

Chapter One: His only weakness

How dare he?! mentally screamed Riddler He took my only fri- No! He wasn't my friend. I only kept him around for decent conversation. Still! He killed the Scarecrow! Croc has killed the wrong doctor...

The Riddler leaped into his desk chair and swung to face the many monitors. He quickly researched Croc. Nothing to use there. Frantically, he searched Waylon Jones. Nothing! Now panicking, he searched for rapes and attacks. He scrolled through pages and databases. Until yes he found a girl who reported a rape by a big man who was covered from head to toe, and it was too dark, so she couldn't identify him.

This is definitely the work of that imbecile, but why did he not eat her? Croc always eats his victims. Shit!... Maybe this bitch was special... Yes! That must be it!

Riddler had to bypass some security measures because this was a private and almost anonymous report with how little information she listed. He found her but...

Dead! I literally reached a dead end! Joker would find that funny but I certainly don't! Maybe she had a sister I could pass off as her? Wait... No way... She had a daughter... The math says so but no way to know for sure if it's his. It must be or I can just convince him she is. Now let's take a peek at her files...

Dahlia sat in the dark, blasting music to block out her foster parents. Her "mom" was sleeping with some CEO, so she could blackmail him into selling his company to her husband. Her father was "working" late, which is code for getting a hooker, or making deals with other "businessmen". She couldn't care what they did, but as soon as they hurt good people she thought of turning them in.

Yeah, and who would they believe? An angsty teen who hears voices or a senator and his wife who foster children and donate to charities? You can't tell them or we'll be put in the madhouse or put on the street. We live in a nice home with plenty of money to spend. You get good food, so don't blow it.

"I know, but sometimes I think my life isn't worth the hundreds of lives they ruin. How can I sit by and watch?" whispered dahlia to her voice.

How?! What about me?! Stop being selfish! And stop pretending they are innocent! Half these people do worse than those fuckers you call parents! If you want to help, kill them, but only if you won't get caught. You forget that I need you. If you don't take care of me, you will turn into that zombie you were before. Mindlessly following societies rules. I saved you. Remember that.

"I can never forget it. That is why I try to follow the advice you give me. I'll always be there for you," tiredly mumbled dahlia. And with that, she fell asleep listening to the soft sound of Chopin.

"How interesting this girl is. Graduated early. Never participated in a sport. Took extensive self-defense classes. Apparently, while she was fostered by a military family, she was sent to a military academy. High scores in marksmanship, survival, and those stupid courses you run through," mused the Edward," What do you think?"

The henchmen had been waiting to give his report of Jokers plans, but Riddler was obsessed with some bitch on his computer. Before he could think of an answer that wouldn't get him shot, Riddler cut him off by talking again.

"Oh wait, I forgot you henchmen can't think at all. Whatever. It wasn't like you had anything intelligent to say. Anyway, what are you here for?" said Riddler rather condescendingly.

"I got news of the Joker. 'parently, Fucker is sick or sometin'. Gots to do with that green shit." announced the henchmen like it was the best report Edward would ever hear. Instead of thanking him for information, Riddler put his head in his hands and let out an exaggerated sigh. Next thing he knew a gun was pointing at his face. Riddler was going to shoot the retarded monkey.

"You brought me rumours! I mean, I already knew, but you heard it from another henchmen, didn't you? You're lucky you're the last informant from Joker I have, but when I get another I'm gonna shoot that stupid painted face of yours! Now get out!" screamed Edward like a maniac. The man stumbled out of his chair and sprinted to the door tripping over nothing. He left right when Edward rethought killing him. He lowered his gun and returned to his desk. He had a plan ready, but he still needed the bait. He was too excited for this plan to wait, so first thing tomorrow he would go out for a kidnapping. Of course, sneaking out of Arkham City isn't possible unless you're the smartest man on earth.