A/N: So uh…My Anatomy class gets to go to a cadaver class (dissecting a dead human)…I'm really wanting to go, but I can't help but imagine what it was like in Arkham Asylum when Batman opened the body bags. XD Just need to inhale some fear toxin, haha. Also, should any of you see that I'm online (Wattpad people only) feel free to message me with ideas for Madness. Or if you simply want to just talk, go ahead. =)

-Story Start-

Shar's mouth was held agape as she looked at the outfit before her. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind. Did he really design that for…? No…'course not. He knew that it couldn't work. Then why did he?

"Any ideas?" Edward questioned.

Shar cleared her throat before speaking, "Uh, yeah…" She glanced back and forth. "Look, there are some things you should know. Let's go, you have enough clothes for now."

"Fine," Edward mumbled. He wanted the answers now, but it seemed right now wasn't good enough.

-Time Skip-

Shar pulled Edward into her apartment as she began to pace back and forth, "Alright, Uh…"

She held a finger up to signify one minute before she ran into her bedroom. A yelp was sounded after a crash. Edward lifted an eyebrow as he walked to the bedroom Shar went into. On the floor Shar was laying there with a rather large box laid on top of her. Edward stood above her while looking down; a slight smirk had grown onto his face.

"Little help?" Shar gasped as Edward lifted the box off of her. It was heavier than she expected. "Thanks."

"What's in it?"

Shar grabbed the box from him and walked out of her room with Edward tailing her, "The one you designed the outfit for."

"What!?" Edward nearly shouted. Did she cut someone up and stuff them in a box!?

"Relax," Shar rolled her eyes and she placed it down.

Her hands rummaged through the box before pulling out a red scarf that appeared to be cape like. Then, an outfit made out of leather with some armor to prevent bullets or knives from getting through, for the most part. Then, night vision goggles that worked as a mask. A wooden sword was next, one that seemed brutally damaged. Shar then pulled out a question mark trophy. Her eyes rested on it for a few seconds, her mind remembering.

"I…Uh…" She shook her head and gently placed it down. "This is all part of a disguise that I used…My hair was crimson at the time…I was a vigilante and would sneak out at night. I was called Crimson X."

"X?" Edward narrowed his eyes and glanced at the garment bag he placed on the counter. "Then that was designed for…"

"Me." They looked at each other for a second before Shar turned around, "I wonder why it's green, though."

"Obvious," Edward answered in a smug tone, "My color is green, and you would be working for me. Therefore, you would have to change colors. Emerald X."

"Emerald X?" Shar repeated quietly. She wouldn't have to be Crimson X again…No, she could be Emerald X.

"What?" Edward questioned.

"Nothing," Shar turned around. "Listen! How would you like to use your skills for something that could help people? Like…Solve murders, find clues that the cops can." Shar took a few steps to him and looked up with a sly smile. "You could obviously find these clues and solve these mysteries faster than anyone else could."

Edward looked at her for a moment before smirking, "Sounds great."

"Awesome!" Shar beamed. "Now, you can be known at the Riddler for this and you can wear you suit that you had custom made. Just be careful…" Shar bit the tip of her thumb. "If the wrong person sees you in it they could try to hurt you." She picked up the garment back in her hand, "But I'll be there should anything goes wrong as Cri—Emerald X!" Shar clapped her hands, "I just need to go to the store, buy a brunette wig and dye my hair green!"

"Why not have just a green wig?"

"Because it could fall off during combat and people could figure out who I was. And the chances of it falling off on a daily basis are slimmer."

Edward nodded, "Any crimes we should look at?"

"This is Gotham, Edward," Shar tapped her finger against her chin, "There are always crimes to find." She jumped around, "Now! I'm going to go buy some hair dye. Will you be alright here or do you want to come?"

"I'll be fine here," Edward sat down at the desk with the puzzle book he bought and began working on it. "I'll be finished with this by the time you get back."

"'Kay," Shar nodded as she grabbed her purse and bounded out the door. Happiness has finally found her again.

-Time Skip-

Shar flung the door to the bathroom open as she had a towel in hand. Her hair was slightly damp, but the rest of her was dry. Her body was currently being draped with some baggy clothes. She didn't want to ruin any of her good clothes with the hair dye, now did she? Her eyes flickered to the window she used to sneak through every night for months. A slight smile grew on her face, she would be back to that routine. This time, she had someone with her like Batman did with Robin.

"Hey, Edward," Shar hummed as he sat on the laptop playing some board games. "How does the hair look?"

"Fine," He mumbled not turning around.

Shar narrowed her eyes, "Hey!" She pouted as she threw her towel at him. "You didn't even look!"

Edward tensed up once the slightly damp towel hit him. He clenched his teeth together tightly. Women… He turned around seeing her green hair that matched his suit. Interesting.

"Looks. Fine," He growled.

Shar grinned, "Thanks! Now, tonight we'll start with something easy, just so you can get the hang of it. You'll probably think it's too easy and want to move onto something harder. So we'll probably work with surveillance tapes or something. A bank robbery or an escape at Black Gate."

Edward watched her with a bored expression. He could begin with the hardest case and be a pro at it! Still, he could see where she was coming from. In Gotham, even the easiest case could turn into something much more difficult.

"Right!" Shar picked up her garment bag as her hair was mostly dry. "So, you change into your outfit. I picked up a present for you while I bought some hair dye."

"Present?"

"Yep, you can get it once you've changed!" Shar chimed as she walked to her bedroom and closed the door.

She unzipped the bag while looking at it. It was hard to admit, but Edward did actually know what he was doing when he designed her outfit. Question was…How did he get her measurements? Or did he just guess? She shivered; she didn't want to even think about it.

Undressing, she threw her clothes to the side and began to work getting the outfit on. The pants were made out of thick leather, probably to stop any wounds. Down the seams were green x's and had pockets that were already filled with various weapons. Shar moved her leg back and forth. It was pretty flexible for leather, good. Next was the shirt. A giant X was placed so it would go over her breasts. Slightly disturbing. Shar shook her head and put it on; a long sleeve with arm guards. He must have taken in consideration of the sword. She glanced over at the garment bag. Peeking through was a green mask. Shar picked it up out of curiosity that formed a giant X. It seemed as if there would be enough room for her goggles. It must have just been designed…How did he have enough time for this? Surely he wouldn't have had any time after she bought the goggles. Unless he watched her…Okay, shiver once more.

"Maybe it's a good thing he doesn't remember anything," Shar smacked her forehead as she walked out, tying her hair into two pigtails. "You ready, Ed?"

Edward walked out of the room placing his bowler hat on. Shar felt her heart jump and heat rise to her cheeks. Now this was the Edward she knew. A slight smile formed on her face as she gave an approving nod. She walked over to behind the kitchen counter and held something behind her back.

"Close your eyes," She commanded.

Edward narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to play this childish game. Though, by the look Shar was giving she wouldn't show what she was hiding until he closed them. His hands reached out without her telling him. Something was placed in it. It was an appropriate weight and was smooth in texture, slightly cool. Opening his eyes he noticed a cane in his hands. It was in the form of a question mark.

"You used to always carry a question mark cane with you," Shar smiled slightly. "It took me awhile to find it, but I'm pretty sure this is the one you used to have."

Edward examined it, "Thank you."

"No problem!" Shar grinned, "So should we go?"

"Fine," He walked towards the door.

Shar picked up her goggles and put them on. She turned it on and noticed Edward's skeleton. Good, it still worked. She glanced over to the canine like skeleton looking up at her. Tail wagging ever so slightly.

"Be a good boy, Riolu," Shar patted the dog's head and walked out of her apartment.

"It'll be dark soon, which is when we'll work," Shar smirked. "It's also when most of the crimes happen. If we're lucky we'll run into Batman or Robin; the other vigilantes in Gotham City. They're some of my allies."

"I see," Edward followed her, making sure no one saw them.

Shar opened a window in the hallway, "Ready to climb down?"

He nodded silently. Shar nodded back before flinging herself out. She reached behind her and pulled out a short iron rod. With a click of the button it spread out into a longer one. She slammed it in between two hooks of the fire escape. She grunted as she came to a halt. She glanced up at Edward.

"Jump," She commanded.

Edward looked down and examined the fall. If he did it wrong he could very well die. He took a deep breath before climbing out onto the ledge of the window. He carefully began to climb down and grabbed onto the fire escape ladder. He slowly began to climb down.

Shar watched him. If he fell she'd have to act fast and grab him, the reason why she stopped herself from falling. Edward seemed to be doing alright as well. Then, his hand slipped. He yelped slightly as he began to fall. Quickly acting, his cane reached out and stopped him from falling.

Shar's heart almost burst through her heart. Her eyes were wide. She could see his skeleton dangling and his pulse was also accelerated. Edward sighed in relief, but looked up. Now how was he going to get down?

As if reading his mind Shar called out, "Hand on, Edward."

She swung her body back and forth. She let go and reached through her pouch before shooting a gun like thing. It latched into the wall and sent her zipping through the air next to Edward. Thank goodness Alfred let her keep some of the Bat accessories. Shar gripped onto fire escape and looked at Edward.

"Take a hold of this and press the down button it'll release the line and send you to the ground, 'kay?"

Edward nodded and took a hold of the handle. He pressed the button and was sent to the ground, though his cane was left behind; he couldn't get it unhooked. Once his feet were planted on the ground he leaned against the wall as he tried to regain his breath. Did he do these things before?

Shar gripped onto the cane and unhooked it. Her tongue was out as she concentrated at doing so. She glanced down, how exactly was she going to get down? It wasn't a good drop, it could severely injure her. Her eyes glanced to the side. There was another fire escape, but could she make it? Jesus, she should have just gone down the fire escape by her bedroom window, she didn't have any problem with it before.

Shar now glanced up; the ladder could go down more if she could just make it. Shar reached the cane up and smacked on the lock keeping it up. With a jolt it shot down. Shar yelped as it nearly made her fall off. She glanced down; the fall wasn't that bad, especially if she landed on her feet. She took a deep breath and let go. With a thud she landed.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Shar jumped from foot to foot as the force hurt them.

"That's what you get," Edward mused smugly.

"Oh come on!" Shar protested, "If I didn't help you, you'd still be there!"

Edward rolled his eyes, "Where are we going?"

Shar blinked a few times, where were they going? She hasn't heard about any escapes lately or robberies. Most of the insane criminals were in Arkham. There haven't been any escapes since the major one when Scarecrow nearly drove the city insane. As far as the jail she hasn't heard anything.

"How about parole?" Shar shrugged. "Stop muggers and what not." She looked at him.

"I thought I was supposed to investigate," He growled.

"You will be," Shar smiled. "You'll be investigating body language to see if someone is going to commit a crime this could be helpful when we're trying to find a killer and what not."

Edward rolled his eyes as he took his cane from Shar and swung it around a few times. He glanced out the alley way. There weren't that many people out, odd for a big city.

"Riddler," Shar whispered. "Don't call me by my name if you need it. Just call me Emerald or X." She glanced around with her goggles for anyone in danger.

Her eyes looked at nearby alley ways. There wasn't anything strange. Just a cat digging through a fallen over trash can. As far as she could see there wasn't anything strange in the building either. Someone pacing and a couple…Err…Next place. Wait, what's that? A person was walking up at the building and looking down. Their pulse was accelerated. Not good.

"Shit!" Shar yelped as she snapped the grappling hook out of Edward's hand.

With a click she shot it at the building. The person stepped off the ledge. Shar reached out quickly and grabbed the person by the collar. Her eyes widened as she didn't realize just how heavy they were. Don't snap out of place arm, don't! Once she got to the top she used what little strength she had to swing the person onto the top of the building and climbed up herself.

"What the Hell," Shar panted, "Were you thinking?"

The person looked at them, though Shar couldn't see an expression. Quickly, Shar lifted her goggles up to see what they were doing. Her eyes widened as she realized just who it was. Crap, crap, crap!

"Ha-Harvey Dent?" She nearly yelped. "Y-you escaped? When? Why are you trying to kill yourself?" She knelt down at the half blown to Hell man.

"Doing what faith decided," He growled and dug into his jacket. He pulled out a gun and a coin. "Let's see what faith has decided for you."

Shar rolled her eyes and slapped his hand, knocking the gun out, "I have something else in mind, Dent." She walked to the edge of the building while keeping an eye on him, "Riddler! Call the cops and let 'em know that Dent's here."

"The cops!?" He growled.

"Yes, the cops," Shar sighed. "Sorry, Dent." She walked over and sat down next to him. "It's my job to make sure you stay safe. I'll make sure you're placed in good hands, okay? Just bear with me and you'll get better, I promise."

"What's Riddler doing? Didn't he die?"

"No, he's alive and he doesn't have his OCD anymore," Shar grinned. "Are rumors going around at the asylum that he's dead?" No answer, 'course. Harvey Dent wasn't really one to talk. He was rather an irritated one. "So, Mister Dent," Shar looked at him. "You're coin's really beautiful. Your father gave it to you, right?"
He mumbled under his breath as he glanced at the gun. He could still make it. He glanced back at Shar who was currently looking up at the sky, as if there were stars visible. Tch, 'course not. This city light blocked them all out. Dent turned his direction back towards his coin. Heads she lives, tails she dies. With a flip he slapped it onto his hand and glanced at it. His eyes looked back at her and he sneered. Faith has decided what was going to happen to her.