The Prolouge
"Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman!" That loud booming voice over a PA system was what awoke Bruce Wayne, and allowed him to discover he was currently sitting in a chair, with chains holding him down. He was currently in his Batman costume, and his mask was still in tact. He didn't reconginize the voice, it was new, high pitched and a girl. It sounded something similar to Harley Quinn, but wasn't her. He made no attempt to struggle in his bonds, clearly this girl knew what she was doing, and for now he saw no escape. Bruce was even more interested in finding out who this girl was because she seemed to have bested him, although no one bested him for long.
He waited for the girl to say something else, to maybe give a name or tell him her plan, something of that typical villain nature. Instead all he heard was a laugh, and again it wasn't typical. Not that crazy, evil laugh, more of a not so innocent but not so evil laugh. Had he not had his cowl on there would have been a look of confusion on his face, and to confuse the greatest detective was definetely an achievement. A door opened, the room he was in was still pitch black so he couldn't see who entered, his gut told him it was the woman and some of her paid help. All he saw was a silloute, tall, muscular, ruffled skirt, and she had curly hair. He attempted to get a better look but was quickly grabbed by four of her man and was thrown out another door. He was on a highway. It seemed like the place he was just in was a trailer, and it was now speeding away. Seeing as he had no chance of getting it back he called Alfred, his butler, to let him no where he was and that he needed a way back.
When Alfred finally arrived, Bruce got into the back seat of the limo and changed out of his bat suit into a more classic brown suit. Alfred tossed a piece of paper to him, and it landed right on his lap. It was a typed note, and it said, "I am just two and two. I am warm, I am cold. I am lawful, unlawful. A duty, a fault. I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought; an extraordinary boon, and a matter of course, and yielding with pleasure when taken by force. Who am I?" This was clearly the work of the riddler, but it wasn't signed which was weird, and typically the riddler's notes would lead him to a place so they could meet, this showed no signs of a meeting place.
Author's notes: For now this is just a side project, so it won't be updated as often, sorry! But here's a prolouge! I hope you like it, review please, thank you!