Chapter 1
It is a cold and dark night. There's a hint of evil in the air, as many plans were being made on this night. Some big, some small. All ending in death. Near the harbor, a large warehouse on an all too abandoned dock is emitting faint light from it's windows. Through the darkness, a maniacal laughter can be heard. One that can only belong to a genius. One that can only belong to an enigma. Inside the warehouse are many gadgets and gizmos, some of which have names, while some are too complicated to even categorize. Henchmen are everywhere, carrying nothing but muscle and a need for money. Resources were thin inside of the warehouse, which was understandable considering its main occupant had only broken out of prison three days ago. He was already setting up his next trap for the Batman. He barked out orders to his men, telling them how the plan will go, what goes where, and other various commands. The henchman, lacking the intelligence of their employer, simply grunted, nodded, and put everything where they thought it looked best. This only angered their employer, who finally snapped at them.
"You imbeciles! Do you know nothing? Did you attend elementary school? How many times do I have to tell you? I feel as if every word I speak to you is a waste of my breath!" The voice came from a top a throne, and off the throne jumped a man in a green suit. Off the throne, jumped the Riddler.
"We have no idea when the Batman will show up, and I am not going to let him win again!"
As the Riddler continued to berate his lackeys, one of the guardsmen outside the warehouse smirked. He was content with having the easy job of turning his head every few second, which was something he was very good at. He knew who they were waiting for, and he was fine with it. He knew that Batman would rather find a way inside before taking him out. He would have enough time to run. Even so, the guard felt uneasy. He felt as if he was being watched. As if someone, or something, was out there, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He as right. He heard a noise. It was faint but distinct. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before. Almost as if the air around something had dissolved. Before he knew what was happening, a knife attached to a chain appeared out of the darkness as fast as lightning, and pierced him in the heart.
Inside, the thugs were still arguing with the Riddler. They insisted that they should be paid in advance.
"If the Batman shows up any minute, I want to have some money in the bank first."
Th Riddler was getting tired of listening to people lower than him. And then, he heard it. It was a sound, but it was silent, coming from the shadows. He quieted his henchman, and they heard it as well, every few seconds. Then, the Riddler saw a figure in the shadows. The Riddler became calm in his arrogance.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Have you lost weight since we last saw each other Batman? You look smaller than i remember."
The figure, remaining silent, took a step out of the shadows. Then another step. For the first time in his life, Edward E. Nigma was confused, because it was not the Batman. It was something else entirely.