-A/N—

Gah! I don't even remember where I was in the story, something with Bruce Wayne uh….So sorry it's taken me so long to update! It's been so very busy the past few weeks. *wobbles around* _ Now, let's uh…Get to the story, shall we? Oh, and maybe if you guys are good little readers and comment I might post a picture of a Riddler cosplay I saw at an anime convention~!

-Story Start-

Heels clanked on the marble floor. The person's legs walked quickly. Some may say it was out of confidence, others may say it was out of anxiety. The later was correct. It wasn't but half an hour ago when she received a phone call. One could say that situation was dire – of course it was. This could be considering the life or death of one of her closest friends and the protector of Gotham City.

"Tim," She called out when one of her friends was sitting at a table, "What happened with Bruce?"

"He's been arrested under suspicion of murder," the younger male replied grimly. "He'll be released on bail, but it's important that we prove him innocent as soon as possible."

"Right," Shar nodded her head and she dug through her purse, "With the help of Edward we were able to conclude that it wasn't Bruce. We also concluded that one of the persons in charge of the murder had access to some sort of rocket fuel."

"Maybe it was the same guy who robbed the bank, Firefly was it?"

"I don't think so," Shar sat down with her parents awkwardly sitting as well, "When Edward and I went to the bank all we noticed were scorch marks. There weren't any signs that he used rocket fuel. With the scorch marks there it can be assumed that he's a pyromaniac. With the murder scene there weren't any scorch marks in the area."

"I see," Tim sighed and he reached under the table and took out a box, "Happy birthday."

"Thanks, Tim," Shar smiled and took it.

She looked to see if it was alright to open it and he nodded his head. Tenderly, she undid the ribbon tying the box shut. She glanced at the table as she placed it down and gingerly opened the lid. A slight smile grew onto her face.

In her hands resided a radio that could easily attach to her belt. It was obviously a form of communication that would be used between her and the bat family. A small smile grew on her face. Did they finally trust her? Hopefully, it's been a long time since she's taken up moonlighting as a vigilante and helping out the Bat.

"Thank you so much!" Shar placed the radio into her hand clutch. "So I'm part of your team?"

Tim nodded, "Yeah, welcome aboard."

"What team is it?" Shar's mother took a sip of champagne that was already provided.

"Uh…" Shar blanked.

"Wayne's team," Tim shrugged. "We just use radio communications, because Bruce's phone will never stop ringing. Only a few of us have it."

Edward watched the two talk. In all actuality he was slightly jealous. Not the fact that Shar was part of a team, no. He was growing jealous at the fact that he had a special communication with a billionaire playboy. He'd have to keep a close eye. Shar's his girl and no one else's. Looking over he started to panic, but they've never made it official. A scoff silently crosses his mind, she would know.

Shar took a sip of water, she didn't know if she would have to be Emerald X tonight or not, so she didn't drink champagne. Tim shifted awkwardly in his chair. Something else was up, and this didn't escape her view.

"Tim?" Shar questioned, "What's up?"

Tim looked at her, "Can we speak in private?"

Shar nodded slowly and stood up, "Excuse us."

Edward gave a glare at Tim, but went unnoticed.

The two walked to a corner of the restaurant. Tim motioned his hand and another man walked into view. This one was unfamiliar. His hair was dark and longer – especially compared to Tim's buzz cut. He was probably a vigilante, assuming form the mask and the fact that Tim called him over.

"Shar, this is Nightwing, a former member of the Bat family," Nightwing stuck a hand out to shake.

Shar took it and smiled politely, "Nice to meet you, Nightwing."

"The pleasure is all mine," He glanced at Tim. "I'm assuming you haven't told her about the reason why I'm here." Tim shook his head. "With the data that you sent to Oracle we've narrowed down the suspects based on shopping records. In fact, we believe that whoever murdered the socialite will be here tonight."

"Why tonight?" Shar quirked an eyebrow.

"The person's after whoever gathered evidence on them," Nightwing gave a slight smirk. "In other words you and…" He paused and glanced over at the table. "Nygma. She'll probably go after you, seeing as you're smaller in build." Nightwing took out a small device and handed it to Shar. "Put this on your person. It's a tracker in case she abducts you. Batman will be here shortly as well."

"Alright," Shar pinned it onto her dress. "Couldn't have given me warning before hand?" She smiled slightly at Tim. "I could have at least hidden some weapons on me."

"You don't have any on you right now?"

Shar pursed her lips together, "Yeah, I do."

Tim chuckled lightly, "Alright, let's get back to dinner. Nightwing will be watching us, just to make sure nothing gets to out of hand. If anything we'll capture the murderer before he or she can even get to you, Shar."

"Sounds great," Shar smiled at Nightwing, "Good luck."

The two made their way back to the table. Edward was fuming silently to himself. Though, he would never admit it. He'd have to make sure that Shar knew that she was his and his only. The question was what? Oh, but he was the famed Riddler. He would figure something out.

About twenty minutes later the party was enjoying their main course. Shar, however, was trying to chew here food quickly and swallow it. It'd be a disaster should the abductor take her while she was in the middle of a bite and she would choke on it. Yes, that would probably be the most anti climatic way for a vigilante to go.

Shar finished her food and placed the napkin – that was on her lap – onto the table. She glanced around the area for anyone suspicious. No one was in sight. Her eyes then traced the grand windows. The murderer could very well burst through the windows with a jet pack. Hopefully the sound of the jetpack would give her some time to prepare.

No, it could be a silent jet pack. She'd have to prepare now. Just as Shar was opening her clutch back the sound of glass erupted through the dining hall. Several people screamed out of shock. Shar jumped out of her chair to see what was going on.

"So sorry, folks!" A voice apologized in front of her. It was a busboy who simply dropped some dirty plates.

Shar twitched as she slowly sat back down in her chair. She nearly had a heart attack. One of her hands was placed over her mouth as she tried to calm herself down. She glanced over at Tim who also seemed to have panicked a bit from the previous event.

"Really," Someone stated from behind Shar, "You would think that making a scene like that would cause trouble."

A hand shot out and grabbed Shar by the neck. Shar gasped and squirmed under the person's strength. She could tell it was a female, but she was exceptionally strong.

"That's my girl!" Edward roared as he took his cane and hit the abductor with a strength that could only be found in a super villain or vigilante.

The attempted abductor and murderer dropped Shar as she stumbled back. Her eyes met Edward's as they both glared at one another.

"Hitting a girl will earn you bad luck!"

If it were possible steam would be coming out of Edward's ears, "I've already had enough bad luck!"

The girl was suddenly lifted into the air by Nightwing. She kicked her legs furiously in an attempt to escape, but it was futile. She reached in her pocket for a remote and clicked a red button. Suddenly, the jet pack on her back roared and she was shot away from Nightwing. She collided with Edward, sending him to the nearest wall.

Shar yelped as she watched Edward's head collide with it. He was knocked out cold. Running over she noticed blood trickled down from his hair line. Her hand shot to his neck to check for a pulse. Much to her relief there was a pulse.

"You have go to stop hitting your head like this, Eddie," She sighed and pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. "It's going to damage your intelligence."

Meanwhile, the murderer shot out of the windows. A dark look was not so gracefully shadowed on her face. Her planned failed. She wasn't expecting the boyfriend of that girl to get in the way. Wasn't he a villain?! She shook her head and focused on her escape.

She screamed as a weight was suddenly placed on her jet packs. She glanced up and was face to face with a cowl that resembled a bat. The caped crusader thrust his claws into one of the jet packs so it died down quickly. The two were now in an awkward descending state. This soon turned into a free fall once the bat destroyed the last jet pack.

The girl screamed as they were nearing the ground. Batman wrapped and arm around the woman's waist and shot a bat claw towards a building. They stopped just before they hit the ground. Batman let go and placed the woman on the ground. She struggled against his firm grasp, but she couldn't escape.

"Why did you kill her?" Batman question the girl.

"I'm not telling you why I did it!"

Batman smirked, "All I needed was a confession, not why you did it. You're just as bad as Quinn."

"What?!" The girl fumed and puffed her cheeks in frustration. She glanced at the masked man and she nearly swooned. "What's it to you that I killed the girl, huh? Why not let that rich playboy take the fall."

"Because he's innocent!" He narrowed his eyes at the girl who ceased trying to escape. He glanced over at the police cars that were now on their way. "Have fun in Blackgate or Arkham."

"What!?" She started to struggle some more. "No way am I goin' there! Ya here me?!"

Batman rolled his eyes and handed her over to the nearest cop. His skin crawled on the back of the neck and he turned around quickly. A man was standing on top of a building just watching them.

The man smirked, "Gotham will burn, Batman…Just you wait."