So I love Batman, first off. Obviously. I had to write a fanfiction for school and this is the first chapter. I'm not sure if this is any good, it takes place immediately after Arkham City. I did a lot of background information because my class in school isn't that educated in Batmanology. Should I continue this?
Two-Face flips his coin again, catches it, and examines it in the dim light. He turns it over and rubs the etched side. His father had given him this coin so long ago, and then Falcone had ruined half of his face with acid, merging his psyche with the idea of duality. He just assumed the coin was in the plan from the start, though he didn't know this was to be the plan.
"We've been in hiding because of that Cat." Two-Face spits, grasping his coin tight in his fist. He closes his right eye, trying to block out the memories. His left eye stays wide open, mimicking that side of his mouth. The acid burns have contorted his face beyond repair, he knew this. He accepted this. "She's humiliated me twice in this place, and gotten away with it. Her and her Bat have destroyed any hope of me completing this plan."
His wants were simple enough, he had thought. All he had to do was control half the population of Arkham City and have them take out the other half. He would rule this experimental prison. When the city of Gotham had built this broken idea from the earth, they thought it was the perfect solution. Keep the bad guys away from the innocent civilians. Simple, right? Not simple enough. A new type of government was forged in the absence of authority.
"Joker was a huge obstacle before, I admit. He was a tough one. He was the reason we couldn't take hold of this city. At first." Two-Face flips his coin and lets it fall on his wooden desk in the cellar of the abandoned steel mill next to his twin .45 ACPs. "Joker's dead now."
"And you're implying that Batman is the only thing standing between you and total domination?" The voice was of someone Two-Face had invited, but not welcomed. The tone was like a viper to him, mocking him.
"What else would be in my way?" He hisses back to the condescending tone, narrowly avoiding the use of degrading language. He had to have this person on his side, he couldn't do this alone.
"General intelligence, I would presume." Comes the answer. Two-Face snatches up his coin and turns sharply on his heel.
"You are our guest. Please behave as one." He snaps at the thin man sitting casually in a chair at the center of the room. He leans forward.
"My dear bipolar friend, why should I even consider helping you? I could take the Bat out by myself. I've been a challenge to him since the beginning, I'm in control." Riddler says to the flustered man before him. He leans back and secretly braces himself for Two-Face's next outburst of questionable intellect, but it doesn't happen. The man in the split colored suit just stands there, raw smile stretched over the undamaged side of his face.
"Because we have something you want." He speaks with such confidence, that it irks Riddler. He cocks his head to the side and stares through the illuminated dust at Two-Face.
"Go on, though I seriously doubt it." He adds the last part to conserve his superiority, a point that Two-Face ignores completely.
"Batman's identity." He stands perfectly still as he delivers the news, not wanting to distract Riddler's expert attention away from the task at hand.
"You're bluffing." The red haired man settles back in his chair, accepting his logic as fact. Two-Face laughs fully, not one to tone anything down, but to amplify times two.
"Oh, but I'm not. I went dark after Catwoman…" He adjusts his collar. "ambushed me."
"Obviously." Riddler rolls his eyes.
"And I took a quick trip to the tower. I'm sure you remember that, my green friend? Remember the tower that blew up? I'm sure you do, because soon after we found out about Strange and Ra's Al Ghul." Dr. Hugo Strange was a deranged man that thought up the idea of Arkham City, all to achieve his goal of killing Batman and Joker. After the tower blew up and destroyed him, it was discovered that one of Batman's enemies, Ra's Al Ghul, was actually using Strange as a puppet all along, in his plan to destroy most of the human population on the planet. Two-Face almost found the news of Ra's Al Ghul's plan exciting, until he realized that Ra's would kill him too. After the news went public, Ra's disappeared.
"You're mocking me. Of course I know about all of this. I was there, if you don't remember? Next you'll tell me about the new security. Thank you for the modern history lesson Mr. Dent." Riddler isn't one to usually raise his voice, but his pathological need to prove himself more intelligent than anyone else is his fault at times.
"Call us by our preferred name." Two-Face snaps.
"Fine, Two-Face." Riddler crosses his arms. "Get to the point."
"We went to the tower and found some of Strange's notes. He had notes of the interviews he had conducted with us, and then some with you. And finally, Batman." He rubs the clean face of his coin.
"How is that interesting? I knew this already."
"But he didn't call Batman, Batman. He used his real name. He knew Batman's real name, his identity. And now I do." The smile that spreads on Two-Face's face is one of pure joy. Pure, sick joy. "So what is that oversized brain of yours thinking?"
"Oddly enough, I believe you." Riddler strokes his chin, eyes flicking across the floor in thought. "In reality, you have no reason to lie to me, and we both know I'll always be one step ahead of you." He looks up at the duo of a man. "What do you want?"
"Tsk tsk, I can't let you get too far ahead of me, can I?" Two-Face smirks in spite of Riddler's obvious annoyance. "All we need you to focus on right now is Harley."
"Harley Quinn? Why would we need her?" Riddler asks. Two-Face thinks for a moment before flipping his coin. Clean side.
"We need her, and you're the one who can get her. Use your brain for Christ's sake." Two-Face says calmly. Riddler had had his run in's with Strange, each of which he had planned. He was the only one in this twisted little penitentiary that could talk to him without being caught or interviewed. They had a common goal; to destroy Batman. But what with Strange gone, the man standing before him might be his only hope. Riddler grips his cane and stands up.
"Fine, Harvey, I'll play your little game, but here's a riddle for you to ponder while I retrieve our obsessive pigtailed friend." Two-Face cringes in disgust at his name before motioning for the Riddler to continue. "At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen."
"Easy one. Stars." Two-Face smiles, enjoying that he may have outsmarted the smartest. Riddler puts on his hat and gives a hint of a grin.
"Remember your answer, Harvey. Because if this doesn't work, you won't ever see them again." He straightens his green suit before exiting the dank room, leaving Two-Face behind to think. He flips his coin. Defaced side.
"We're in motion. They're as good as dead."
So, I have chapter 2 written, but I'm uneasy about uploading it. Leave a review if you'd like. Should the show go on?