Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-
Emerald shut off her alarm and looked at the clock. It read 12:00 noon. Crap, she said, I have to go to the bank today...
She lazily got up and put a bagel in the toaster, then went to her closet. She grabbed a line green tank top, a black leather miniskirt, and some lime green fishnet leggings. After getting dressed, she brushed her long black hair, and put on her leather jacket and knee-high boots with 3 inch heals. On the way out the door, she grabbed her bagel and her black purse. She double-checked to make sure it had her book of crosswords in it, and it did, so she walked out the door.
Emerald smiled when she saw her black F-150 in front of her apartment building. This truck was one of her few prized possessions, but meant next to nothing when it came to puzzles. She climbed into her truck, and it was almost literal. There ARE disadvantages like that when you're a mere 5'4", but her favorite boots made her 5'7", so climbing wasn't necessary.
She drove to Gotham National and walked inside. She took her number, 169, and then looked at what number they were on: 124. Great...I'm gonna be here FOREVER! She walked to the wall farthest away from the entrance, but stayed where she could still see the doors and the number they were on. Leaning against the wall, she pulled out her crossword book and started to work on it.
10 minutes had passed when she heard the crowd of people gasp. Someone screamed. Wonderful! This is just my day! NOW I'm in the middle of a bank larceny! I'll just ignore it and maybe no one will-a shadow covered her crossword and interrupted her thoughts.
"Your blocking my light." she said. She wasn't at all surprised at how intimidating her voice sounded. The shadow didn't move, but she heard a voice that she heard on the news multiple times.
"Really? Isn't that a shame. There's nothing worse than a shadow covering a puzzle, am I right? Nothing, like, say, your life on the line?" NOW she looked up to see the smirking face of the Riddler standing over her.
"Now, I would think if ANYONE understood my fascination with mind games, it would be YOU, Riddler." she said without the slightest hesitation. Then she said in a voice just low enough for him to hear, "or should I say, Edward Nashton." He glared at her, and she knew she hit a nerve.
"Well, well, little miss hotshot! If you think you're so smart, riddle me this: what starts with T, ends with T, and has T in it?" he said.
Emerald smirked, "Easy. A Teapot. Now YOU riddle me this: what goes up, but never comes down?"
Just as she expected and hoped, The Riddler thought to quickly and underestimated her. He smirked back. "You think you can match wits with The Riddler? The answer is simple: today's gas prices."
Emerald threw her head back laughing, but The Riddler just looked at her confused. "Not even close!" she exclaimed. "The answer is your age!" The Riddler looked shocked, then angry. "Wanna try another one?" she asked rubbing it in.
The Riddler replied "Maybe later", and pulled his cane over his head. Emerald watched it and gasped, but before she could move, he swung it down hitting her in the head. She hit the cold, marble floor, and looked up. The last thing she heard was a woman, probably the same one from earlier, screaming. The last thing she saw was The Riddler smiling in triumph and reaching down for her. Then everything went black.