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Chapter 7 Riddler
Two weeks later

I haven't seen her since Joker and I had that fight. Joker hasn't shown up either. I don't understand the connection between the two of them. Why was she so head over heels for him? And not me? I guess that's the one riddle I can't solve. Everyone was at the Iceberg Lounge tonight. Except for them. The two best rogues in Gotham. Where was she? Was she avoiding me? Or was the clown price of crime forbidding her to see me? I bet that's it. She could never stay mad at me. I loved her so much. More than that pathetic clown ever could. She is my intellectual equal, and not to mention extremely beautiful. She solved all of my riddles with ease. Batman couldn't even do that. My thoughts were interrupted when Crane sat down across from me. He wasn't wearing his mask. I just noticed that we had the same glasses with the thick black frames.

Crane: Hello Edward.

Riddler: It's riddler. Weren't you brought into black gate about two weeks ago?

Crane: broke out two nights ago. Those guards didn't know what hit them.

Riddler: what were you locked up for this time? I read the article in the paper about the arrest, but it lacked details. All it said was that Batman caught you in Arkham, and then brought you to the slammer.

Crane: That's actually what I came to tell you Riddler. I'm sorry to bring such sad news, but there's been a horrible tragedy. I don't want to be the one to tell you, but you deserve to know.

Riddler: what happened?

Crane: it all happened that night when you and J got into that fight. It turns out he was more ticked than we realized. He met her back at their hideout. According to the police. She was brutally murdered and raped several times. Poor thing. Not too long afterwards, I showed up to visit and walked in on a blood bath. Batman was there now. He snapped J's neck before my very eyes. He then brought me back to black gate. The police kept everything quiet. I went back yesterday, and looked around. I found something that says its for you.

I refuse to believe this. Joker wouldn't do that, and Harley is too smart for that to have happened. Batman wouldn't ever kill either. Crane handed me a package. It was wrapped in a green bow and had a note attached.
I picked up the note. It said,

"Riddle me this Eddie! What's black, blue, bloody, and broken?
Answer! Your beloved little Harley Quinn!"

The note had red smiley faces all over it. I was a little worried now. I opened the box. There was a tape recorder, and a smaller box. I picked up the tape recorder and pressed play. My ears were overwhelmed by the sound of screaming. They were agonizing screams of pain. It was Harley. I could hear what sounded like a mallet coming down. Oh god no. Please let this be a trick. A horrible practical joke. Then someone started to laugh. I stopped the tape. With trembling hands, I opened the smaller box. It was a stack of photos. All of them were of Harley.

Riddler: oh my god.

Crane: I'm sorry.
The images were so terrible that I threw them back in the box. One of them caught my eye. I picked it up and realized that it was the only photo of her face. Her cheeks were filled with blood. She had a smile like Joker's now. I threw the package over the bar. It broke at least a dozen glasses on the way down. Oswald was screeching at me for being a bloody idiot. But I didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She was gone. I stood up to leave.

Crane: I'm sorry Riddler. She did love you.

Riddler: I know.
I walked out of the Iceberg lounge, and I noticed that Poison Ivy was following me. I don't like to be followed.

Riddler: what do you want Pam?

Poison Ivy: you left your cane. (she handed it to me) why so glum? It looks like your about to cry?

Riddler: Harley's dead Ivy. She's gone.

Poison Ivy: who told you that hon?

Riddler: Crane. Why? Is that not true?