Surrounded.
What a horrible word.
Riddle me this: what is helpless, trapped, and has no hope?
Oh joy. Its me.
Night had fallen over Gotham city, smothering the sky in a velvety shroud.
Most of the good, Law Abiding citizens had retired to their beds long ago.
Yes, note I say Law Abiding citizens.
For the criminal world, however, it was the time to be about, awake and alert, lurking round street corners for the tired stragglers, waiting for a chance to snatch a wallet or a purse.
For those of a more celebrity calibre, such as Penguin, or the Joker, you may be in an empty warehouse, going about your nightly business.
Torturing, smuggling, murdering…the usual.
The night held rich pickings for people such as these.
But for one particular criminal, he found himself thinking that perhaps he would have been better off at home…
Just keep breathing. he told himself
Breathe and you'll be fine.
Leaping the gap between two buildings, the Riddler mentally kicked himself.
Armed police.
How the FUCK did he not notice that the museum was surrounded by ARMED FUCKING POLICE.
He glanced venomously at the streets below, hearing the volume of the sirens increase as several armoured pursuit vans swung into the street.
Shitshitshit shit shit SHIT SHIT!
He stood for a second, panicking at the sight, before taking off over the roof tops again, snatching his bottle green hat off his head as he leapt over another gap to ensure he didn't drop it.
Mustn't leave a trail for dogs to follow later…