Disclaimer: Do not own Batman

"Get a move on Grayson!" Tall boy named Rick hissed as he shoved Dick hard in the back. He laughed as he saw the spiky hair kid wince. "What's with you slip on your hair gel?!"

"Back off Rick!" Dick mumbled. He was really not in the mood for this.

"Why should I?" Rick spat back.

"GENTLMEN!" Ms. Parker yelled at the two. "Get on the bus…Mr. Grayson may I remind you…" She added before he cut her off.

"Yeah I remember." Dick muttered as he climbed the steps and sat in an empty seat. Before he knew it Barbara hoped in next to him.

"Hey. How's the bruise?" She whispered.

"Fine." He simply said mumbled. How did she do it? They picked on her too but she never seemed to be bothered with it. It took Dick every ounce to control himself, even when he knew that he could make all the guys in the room unconscious.

"Dick…I think Bruce and Alfred found a new hobby." Barbara softly said as she realized how tense he got.

"What?" curious Dick asked.

"Talking about us." Barbara giggled, trying to calm him down. Finally his blank expression broke into a laugh.

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The Riddler sighed. He was bored. There was nothing to around his little clock tower. He looked out the window, down at Gotham City. Batman and crew had caught his boys last night in his warehouse.

He was so bored! SO SO SO SO SO BORED. Plopping onto the lime green couch he shut his eyes. God, he hated Fatman and that Bird boy and Bat brat. They were so annoying. Sitting up he looked around again.

He noticed a small school bus infront of the Gotham City Bank. Getting his binoculars he looked in on the group. Searching around he got an idea…and that idea got even better when he spotted two children. One, a girl with her red hair up in a ponytail, he recognized as the Commissioner's brat of a daughter. The other was a boy, with jet black spiked hair, talking to her. He remembers the boy as the runt Bruce Wayne took in. Riddler searched around as he noticed that the rest of the children appeared to be some of the more upper class. That and the fact they seem to being avoiding the two.

Smiling Riddler moved over to the lime green phone and dialed a quick number. Normally he would do something on his own but he would need someone to do his dirty work for him.

"Hey…No wait! Don't hang up… I have a game you might be interested in… Gotham City Bank!" The Riddler hummed, grinning ear to ear.

A/N: I'M SORRY THE RIDDLER WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE VILLIAN! ARGH …POOR ROBIN. IT'S HARD BEING DIFFERENT. WHAT DID YOU THINK? WHO SHOULD BE THE OTHER, RIDDLER'S TALKING TO ON THE PHONE? LET ME KNOW