A/N: Okay since last chapter was pretty short and I don't have as much free time on my hands as I use to. here's the next chapter free of charge.
Chapter 11: He Did What?
Riddler sat at his desk in the dark, he had set up a collison to happen in Gotham financial district. He was going to have one of his little minons hijack a city bus and another hijack a semi. They would meet in the middle and colliade. It might actually kill a few people, unless the Batman was going to ignore his partner's situation and got after the bus instead of following the riddle farther and finding his little protege.
He snickered. He rummaged through his employee files and randomly selected the two he'd need for the job.
"BRISTANY!" He called. the dark haired girl came back into the office.
"Bethany, Sir." The girl sassed. Riddler ignored her.
"I want these files given to these two men. I don't care who gets which, make sure it happens." Riddler ordered.
Bethany nodded and took the files from her boss. She looked at them the moment she was out of the office and froze. Who ever did this task could easily end up hospitalized or worse. She quickly looked at whom Riddler had picked for the job and nodded to herself. Welp, too bad for them. She shrugged.
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Wally had gotten up earily that morning and he made his way to the roof. Finally alone. He had kept trying at different times of the night and there had always been at least one other person there, and he worried he'd blow his cover and they ended up needing him back within the ranks. He quickly made his way out of crime alley and straight to the Batcave. He zoomed right by every sencor, setting off a few alarms in the process. He didn't care, he knew Bats wouldn't mind. they both knew what his arrival ment.
Just as he assumed, Batman was standing ready to go.
"I know where Robin is!" Wally blurted out.
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Robin agusted the blue pillow Leslie had brought from home that night. He was greatful, if barely, thanking her dryly as he went back to Sandra's corner and propped the pillow against the bars and sat in his now usual spot. Somehow he had grown to favor Sandra out of everyone in the group, but he still talked to everyone. Well, close to everyone.
"Hey, what are you're names? You two never talk. It's getting irritating." Robin growled at that only two guys he didn't know the names of.
"I mean, I know Jacob, Leslie, Kylie, Zeb, Oren, and Sandra. So who the hell are you?" He listed the other guards in counter clockwise order around the cage.
"Hey, Brat, don't be mean to Nortave. They haven't done anything to you." Sandra whacked Robin on the head with her staff.
"Sorry." Robin muttered. "Who's Nortave?" He asked, scruntching his nose to the name.
"That's Norten, and that's David. They happen to be an item, so we did the whole 'Bradgalina' thing and mixed their names." Sandra shrugged.
"Oh. Why don't you guys ever talk? Are you like, oh so loyal to Riddler?" Robin asked.
"It's nothing like that." Norten said queitly, his voice was so soft Robin had to strain his ears to hear, given he had a headache of a life time and his ears were already ringing that did nothing for his mood.
"Whatever." He muttered.
"Brat. You need a nap." Lesile called from the other end of the cage.
"Really? I would have never guess! Let me just take this comfy pillow and pass out for a bit. Oh wait, if I do I get jabbed, kicked, drowned, or shaken til my brain's raddling." Robin listed on his fingers the past wake up calls.
"I'm actually debating letting him a fifteen minute sleep if it'd just shut him up." Jacob growled.
"He's just cranky. Just wait it out and sobby Robby should come back full circle any minute now." Oren grinned.
"Do you really have to call me that?" Robin grumbled.
"Stop being a little dick and I will."
"What?!" Robin looked at Oren like he slapped him.
"Well, that's what you're being. So stop being a prick and I won't call you Sobby Robby. Deal?" Oren asked.
"Um, y-yeah. Sure." Robin glared at him until he was certain that it was just a conincidence as he leaned back against the pillow again. He really wasn't meaning to be rude, but damn he was just in a really bad mood. And he was just too tired to do anything about it.
A/N: Here's prissy Robin. my friend pointed out after I had finished the whole story that Robin shouldn't really even be able to make full words let alone full sentences. But hell. I'll do better next time.
Later!
~K R&R