This is the sequal to my first book, and my personal favorite. it is abut ten times better i think from the first book. :D i hope you enh=joy! please review!
L.L.A.P
~Laces
Who in the world is Jhonny McDonald?
Chpt. 1
I am new but I am filled with things from the past. Riddler you're losing your touch, a five year old could of figured that out. You will be hitting the new Gotham Museum. And they have a display of diamonds, which you seem to be stealing lately. I thought to myself on top of a building over looking the museum. I have been trailing Riddler with his clues, while writing a story for the Gotham Gazette newspaper. I was about to jump off the roof when my cell phone started vibrating. I took it out of my pocket and checked the number. It was dad.
I shouldn't answer it. I told myself but I did anyway.
"Hello?" I questioned, even though I knew why he was calling.
"Artimis, where are you?" he demanded.
"Just around the city." I replied.
"You're not following the Riddler, are you?" he asked seeming concerned.
"Artimis isn't… Theresa is." I answered.
"Artimis he is Dangerous."
"Come on. Riddler is just some bald guy with a stick. Bain, Penguin, Joker, Harley Quinn, even Rupert Thorne is more dangerous than him."
"Don't under estimate him. Tell me where you are and I'll help." I rolled my eyes and grabbed a piece of paper. I put it to the speaker.
"schkpshccsh dad? Spshhhhhckkshhh hello? Spckkksheeeshhhhh are you there?" I then hung up.
I am so grounded. I jumped off the building and flew to the back entrance of the museum. Using my strength I easily opened the locked door. Once inside I ran to the diamond section and saw Riddler examining the treasures. I came out of the shadows where Riddler could easily see me.
"Drop the diamonds Riddler!" I yelled.
I can take him. I thought to myself.
"Ahh Theresa E. Jenkins isn't it? I herd a lot about you." Riddler smiled.
"I have a friend who should be pin pointing my location right now who will arrest you." I said. (I was using it more as a bluff, but for all I knew dad could've planted a tracking chip into my head when I was born.)
"Yes, I herd about your team ups with Batman." he said now, seeming board examining a diamond. "But I also heard that you take down criminals alone too. I dout you'll find me as easy." he grinned.
"Are you challenging me to a fight?" I laughed.
This guy is going down! He pointed his stick at me and bullets started shooting out of it. I easily dodged the bullets and advanced on him. He took a few jabs and I ducked every punch. I hit him a few times and he fell. I went to punch him hard when he moved out the way and threw me off balance. He hit me on my back with his stick and I collapsed. The tables quickly turned. He had his metal stick right over my head.
"What is Black, Blue, and Red all over?" he questioned.
"Your face once I'm done with you!" I heard a voice come from behind me and I saw Riddler look up in disbelief.
Batman? No it can't be Batman that voice sounded too young. Robin? But he's with the teen titans. I had no clue who it was. I rolled out of the way and got up, ready to pursue my fight with Riddler, when a boy with curly black hair and sky blue eyes was already fighting him. He was wearing a black shirt, a green backpack, and jeans, with his mouth covered by a black bandana. He seemed to be about my age. The fight was over as quick as it began. Riddler was out cold. I walked over to the boy.
"I could have handled him myself." I told him.
"Sure, because when I got here you had things so under control." he said sarcastically. I felt weak, stupid and unprofessional. This guy just showed me up! I took out my note pad.
"You just took down the Riddler what's your name?" I questioned. He looked at me then at my notebook.
"You're that journalist, Theresa E. Jenkins aren't you." I was proud my name as a journalist was spreading.
"Yes I am. So what's your name?" I questioned again.
"My name is Jhonny McDonald. Spelled J-H-O-N-N-Y M-C-D-O-N-A-L-D." he smiled.
Theresa E. Jenkins sounds way better. I thought to myself.
"Now what's your name?" he questioned.
"You know, Theresa E. Jenkins." I answered.
"Listen." he said lowering his voice. "I know that there is no one living in Gotham with the name of Theresa E. Jenkins. I'm on to you and I'm going to find out who you really are."
"Like wise." I replied in an equal tone. He ran out of the museum and I called the police to pick up Riddler. When walking to the building where I would usually drop off my story I couldn't stop thinking.
What just happened? I was almost killed by a bald guy with a stick. And then a boy named Jhonny McDonald saves me, then, in a way, he threatens me! One of my weirdest nights ever!