Hey guys! So I cannot even begin to tell you how sorry I am! Not only did I have a GINORMOUS case of writer's block but, I also put up the same chapter as before. *facepalm* I also have been preparing for the up and coming finals happening within the next week or so. But...I'm BACK! Enjoy! Oh and I'm gonna pull a really bitchy move and tell you the next chapter is written and if you want to read it, I will have to see 10 new reviews within the next 72 hours.

Sara's POV

I awoke to darkness. My hands and feet were no longer bound. That was odd. The usual scenery of cinderblock walls closed in, cinching my shoulders. Knees propped themselves a foot off the ground, my hands clenched –I had a mild case of claustrophobia. It's best to stay calm, I thought. Stretching out my feet, they immediately clashed against a stiff plank.

Over top of my body, a crumbling substance fell. Dust maybe? Picking up a morsel, I rubbed it between the pads of my fingers. It was grainy. Tasting it would be next. Bleh, it was dirt. My face cringed and I spat out earth's soil. What was dirt doing above me?

I looked around. Too dark was my prison. My hands were nearly an inch away and masked in the shadows. I groped, feeling around the edges. A splinter bit the skin. Ah, I was being contained in wood. This was going to be easy to escape from. Hands braced the concaved lid, triceps strained to it. My state had not changed. Back to square one.

My arms were permitted very little movement. However, my legs were another story. The air was beginning to get heavy with carbon dioxide; it was time to get out. One, two, three kicks bent the wood. On the fourth I achieved freedom –or so I thought.

Soil cascaded in like a black river. Devouring my legs, it dispersed down. But the mud flow ceased just short of my head. It would not prevail in suffocating me.

The worst had come, but aftershocks in the form of insects descended. Centipedes, worms, horned beetles, millipedes, and ants filled the crevices in my pants and shoes. Ones that crossed into the war zone were down quickly with my swift hand.

Screaming or pounding on the wood would not help my current predicament -I had been buried. Even worse; I had been buried among other corpses in a cemetery. And I would not be able to get away.

Bruce's POV

"Alfred, give me all the major cemeteries in Gotham," I spoke as I flung myself behind the wheel.

Silence followed after a moment. "The cemetery behind Arkham and Gotham City Cemetery are the only two," he replied.

"Send Jim the coordinates to both locations. Tell him to bring other officers and shovels."

"Of course Master Bruce," Alfred ended the conversation.

He had learned long ago not to question my actions. Alfred always wanted me to do what I felt was best. Occasionally, he would lead me in the proper direction, but most of the time he only asked if it was crucial –what mess he would have to clean up or damage control. Tonight involved only two people, The Riddler and Sara.

The odometer screamed I was going to fast. 100 miles per hour over the speed limit wasn't too bad. For an emergency such as this, it was too slow. Arkham eventually came into focus. Squealing brakes made my presence known.

Exiting the car, I ran for the entrance –it was 12:10, we were losing time. Sprinting around head stones, I looked for new plots of dirt. Every row and column had two newly dug graves. He had made it impossible to find her. I need back-up, my frantic mind thought. I can't do this alone.

If you never ask, you don't get, I guess. Not even a minute later, officers flooded the area.

"Go to the newly dug graves. Read out the engravings on the headstones," I commanded.

Standard names like John or Mary were heard often. Others had nothing. Sentences beneath the names were generic. Psychopath seemed both prominent and fitting.

"Sir, I've got a grave of interest," someone called out pointing to a name I had not seen in awhile. 'The Joker' was engraved on a tablet had been cultivated.

"Dig it up."

Officers piled around pillaging dirt in a circular formation. Many watched.

To pass the agonizing minutes, I paced. Hopefully Gordon was having better luck than we were. Back and forth movements didn't pause my thoughts though. To purge my mind, I read headstones. One had a scripture, another spoke a statement: 'Silence is golden'.

Wait a minute. Silence. That was the answer to one of the riddles.

I sank to my knees scraping the bare dirt with my fingers. Handfuls flew in ever direction as I proceeded deeper into the man-made hole, in search of the long lost treasure. Eventually shovels surrounded me in attempt to help.

Clank! signified the meeting of wood and metal. I dusted off the edges and lifted the lid.

Sara's porcelain face came into view. Rejoiced filled every fiber of my being as I lifted her out. But something wasn't right.

Sara didn't move. She was lifeless

Alrighty that's it! So hop to and review, review, review! A speacial thanks to those of you who told me about the previous mishap...it's appreciated!

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~Cece