Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, the Boondock Saints, or any of DC or Troy Duffy's other property. Just the story is mine.

March 16, 2010. 6:22 p.m. Just outside of Gotham

A man whom no one recognized was speaking to the group. "Assembled mob bosses, esteemed super villains, I'm sure you're all well aware by now of the problems we face." This mystery man had contacted them all via letter, telling them to meet him in a location he only alluded to with cryptic riddles, identifying himself with nothing more than a question mark. He wore a green suit, with a bowler hat, and a purple tie bearing the same question mark he used in the letters.

Before anyone could interrupt, he began again. "Now, I'm sure all of you are thinking, 'who is this man?' Well, to answer your questions, I call myself "The Riddler"."

One of the people he had assembled, a huge man with the Russian Mafia, frowned while saying, "That tells us nothing. How did you know where to find us? What do you want?"

"All I want is a challenge," said The Riddler, an excited look on his face. "I've been planning this for quite a while, really: to turn away from my mundane, monotonous life, and become something more. To carve out a niche as a super villain. But now, I have a feeling that The Saints would ruin that. Sure, it adds another element of challenge, but I don't want guaranteed death for a failure. The Batman is who I really want to pit myself against, which is why I've brought you all here."

"What? You want us to lure Batman to you so you can fight him?" Asked one of the super villains. A woman, who took the word "catburglar" far too literally.

"No, no, my dear Catwoman. I want you all to kill The Saints."

"This is an outrage!" Said another of the villains. Mr. Freeze, a psychopath who used liquid nitrogen for his murders. "You want us to risk our lives to kill The Saints while you just sit back and play your head games with The Batman?"

A rousing chorus of "Fuck that," followed. However, a small voice from the back of the room squeaked out a simple, "I'll do it."

Everyone but The Riddler seemed shocked. "Who is this bitch?" asked one of the mob thugs. Another murmured "She really thinks she can take on The Saints?"

The Riddler sat down between the two thugs and said, "Anger can be a powerful motivator, my friends. And after what The Saints did to Dr. Quinzel's beloved "Mr. J." earlier this morning, I have no doubt that she's ready to end them."

Several people shouted. Most of them said something along the lines of "What?" or "Who?"

After the ruckus died down, one of the mob bosses said, "I don't know this "Mr. J" you're talking about, but I do know that The Saints haven't offed anyone since The Penguin. Don't you think it would've been in the news?"

The Riddler smiled. "Normally, yes. Unless news coverage would reveal one of Gotham P.D.'s most well kept and darkest secrets…" He paused, letting the tension build. As he watched them lean closer, practically begging him to finish, he thought to himself, "Oh yes. I have the villain monologue down to an art. Let's not keep them waiting too much longer…"

"This morning, at approximately 2 a.m., The Saints broke into Arkham Asylum. While there, they assaulted two doctors and four guards, and they killed several more guards, and two inmates. However, it's the inmate they set free that's the secret. That's where the cover-up comes into play."

"But who?" demanded Mr. Freeze.

"Of the three, one had a fitting name, the other ironic. And the third is a man we all thought dead."

One of the mob bosses pinched the bridge of his nose. "We all understand that you're trying to be cute with this whole "riddles" gimmick, but cut to the fucking chase! Who'd they kill, and who's on the loose?"

Dr. Quinzel spoke up, "They killed Scarecrow," she paused, looking like she was trying not to break into tears, "and Mr. J. The Joker…" An audible gasp went throughout the crowd. "And the one they set free is… is…" She lost her composure, too deeply hurt by The Joker's death.

The Riddler sighed, and picked up where she had left off. "The man they set free is Harvey Dent."

A worried silence fell upon the room.