The streets of Gotham; dark, dim, wet, and unbearably cold. My overly gelled Mohawk moves furiously in the wind. I try to keep it still, but it continues to wave around. I wander aimlessly through Gotham, which is probably not the best idea but I can deal with the freaks seeing as I am one. My pockets are filled with a pocket knife, a few fire crackers, some pepper spray and my run-of-the-mill cell phone.

As the city lights begin to get brighter and the sky gets darker and I see a silhouette walking through the alley way. I make my way to the edge of the wall hoping to quickly get past the intruder of my peace. Little did I know the streets were crawling with Gotham's greatest enigma, Edward Nigma (The Riddler). As the strange man walked by I lifted my hand to scratch the side of my partial shaved head, hiding my face.

In Gotham I had a bit of a reputation, I was mostly known for my talent to fight back as well as my record for most gas station robbed ever. I have a lot of spare time on my hands…

As the man passes he looks over and I catch a smile a gold tooth gleams in the streetlight glow and I get a chill down my spine. I pull my leather jacket up closer to my collar and adjust my green suit skirt. I'm about to exit the alley when I hear extra footsteps behind me. I turn around and see the tall man right in front of me. His bowler hat and cane gives away exactly who it is. The Riddler smiles widely at me and twirls his bowler hat off of his head. "Hello little lady." I can't help but cringe when he winks at me.

My hand balls into a fist and I reach my arm back and catapult it to his face, turning his atrocious smile into a shocked frown.

"You BITCH!" The Riddler recoils and stumbles forward to grab my shoulders. I try to wrestle away but sadly fail. He has such extraordinary strength for a man of his scrawny build. He twisted my arms behind my back and tied them together with a piece of cloth and put another one up to my mouth.

My vision blurred, my body fell numb, and I fell over onto the concrete with a hard thud.

I awoke in a cold sweat, I had a bag over my head and on a cold metal table. I heard the buzz of industrial lights turn on and the bag was removed as I felt the hard hairspray make my scalp feel on fire. The brightness of the industrial lights finally hit me like a semi-truck. Once my eyes adjusted to the light The Riddler stood over me and I realized the only thing I was wearing was two leather bands over my privates. What a sick, son of a bitch! After I have time to let everything process in my mind I begin to squirm in the restraints on my arms and legs.Someone, please help me...

To Be Continued.