Chapter 2: Timpul De Călătorie
"Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid."
Gotham City 2062
It was a constant, endless struggle for the Riddler. A constant challenge, a puzzle that he couldn't solve, and oh, how he longed to solve it. Every criminal did; longed to solve the reasons behind Batman, longed to figure him out, longed to kill him.
It was the Riddler's favorite type of game, and he was determined to play.
"Perimeters are clear." Retorted a boy, around 15 years old, wearing a grey jacket over a blue tee with a pair of jeans on. His black hair was shaggy, but only hung to mid-neck. He had piercing blue eyes, their icy quality giving cockiness to his stance.
Riddler smiled, his finger drumming across his desk. "How can you be so sure? I hear the Batman appears out of nowhere."
Davin shrugs. "He shouldn't be a problem."
The Riddler waves him away, chuckling inwardly. If possible, Bane's Venom had made the Davin even more cocky. "So sure of himself," He murmurs.
Terry lands, dropping next to an old historical building, the paint long ago faded. Didn't seem like much of a place for a power surge, but who knew? Maybe he'd get another chance to slam Powers.
He touches this invisibility button, fading into the background. His feet made no sound on the pavement, as he made his way to the door. Stepping inside he's surprised by the man glancing around the old shack.
The Batman. The original one; or at least someone dressed like him.
Still invisible he moves toward the other Batman, cautiously, ready. When he's an arms length away, the original Batman whirls out, his fingers clenching Terry's suit.
"Show yourself." He orders, all business. Terry, figuring he didn't have much of a choice, appeared.
Bruce studies the costume. It's a good imitation of Batman, although more futuristic. A red bat on the chest, no cape, and any seams on the clothes were virtually invisible.
"Who are you?" He demands, his grip tightening.
"Batman," He replies cockily, and Bruce glares. His voice gave away he was a kid, at best twenty years old.
"No," Bruce mutters, his voice controlled. "You aren't."
"Mind letting go of me?" The kid asks.
"Yes."
"Well glad to see you're a chatty batty as usual. The one word awnsers don't get us anywhere. How about you let me go, and I'll explain the parts I understand."
Bruce studies the teenager, glaring at him. "How about you start talking?"
He shrugs, dropping it. "So, I think you're about 50 years into your future. I'm the Batman now, although you help from the batcave-"
"Stop."
"Why? I thought you wanted me to talk. I'm talking."
"You don't want to know more about your future than absolutely necessary."
"Well, we're past one word sentences."
Bruce sighs inwardly. "I'm looking for the Riddler."
"So am I."
Gotham 2012
Alfred sighs, walking down the stairs into the batcave. Sometimes he felt that Bruce's obsession was unhealthy. Not the crime-fighting. The staying up until six 'o clock in the morning. Now there had to be something unhealthy about that.
"Master Bruce-" No one was there. And there was a note on the chair. Walking over Alfred picks it up, reading it.
The Riddles are starting.
"Oh dear," He murmurs, going to call Dick and Barbra.
Me: Hey Babs!
Babs: Hi
Nightwing: I wasn't in this chapter.
Babs: Neither was I!
Me: Sorry guys, but I couldn't find a way to fit you in here. You'll be in the next chapter.
Nightwing: *Pokes her* Can I do it?
Babs: I haven't yet!
Nightwing: I asked first.
Babs: Yeah, sure, just let the birdie 'cause you have a crush on him.
Me: Stop whining. We can all do it!
Babs: Shiny owns nothing,
Nightwing: Except for her laptop,
Me: And the clothes on my back.
Nightwing: Read and Review!
Me: Reveiws feed me. And if you do not review, I shall starve, which will cause me to die, which means you will not get another chapter.
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