Sorry about not posting in ages I am struggling with inspiration for the story and trying to base it around the Arkham City video game but from the Riddler's point of view. Thank you for reading up to this point.
"Batman's in Arkham City" Storm exclaimed to The Riddler who was hunched over the computer again. "Edward! Are you even listening?"
He muttered something she couldn't make out.
"Edward Nigma listen to me!" Storm yelled so loud it startled The Riddler.
"What?" He growled with displeasure.
"The Bat is in Arkham City! I have said that three times" She hissed in anger. The Riddler nodded with smile on his face then he went back to the computer. Storm was confused why did The Riddler smile? Batman was the reason he was in Arkham City, it must be something to do with his Riddle trophies.
"Alright Edward what are you planning? I have kept my mouth shut and gone out into Arkham City to place those question marks without asking why. But why are you happy that the Bat is in Arkham City?" She continued pulling The Riddler away from the computer. He looked at her through his pink tinted rectangle glasses almost with anger. Storm almost slapped him but held on to her non-violent self just long enough to get over the urge. The Riddler turned around walking past the computer and over to the screens that hung on the wall; he flicked the switch on each of the screens and what came onto the screens was shocking. The Riddler called them challenges, Storm called them torture chambers.
-?-
"What are they for? Edward!" Storm yelled at The Riddler clenching her hands in anger. She looked down at her hands in horror opening her grasp immediately. Calm down Storm thought not wanting to attack the only person she trusts. "Sorry Edward, I just wanted to know what they are for."
"Storm. They are tests for the Bat. I need you to do me another favour. I need you to do a stake out by the church. When the batman enters the church radio me and I will give you your next instructions."
Storm nodded it was the least she could do after yelling at him. The Riddler handed her what looked to be an old police radio.
"It has an encryption card in so only will be listening in" he said turning to look at the computer again. Storm sighed. She was doing all the running around but it was worth it to stay safe in Arkham City.
-?-
The night air was as cold as ice. Thugs huddled around bin fires or patrolling small areas. Storm hid in the shadows as she made her way to the rooftops opposite the church. Five minutes had passed by the cold air was biting Storm's face and hands but her wait was over the Batman walked into the church through the main door. She fumbled for the radio on the cold concreate rooftop.
"Edward he has entered the church. What do you want me to do? Over." Storm whispered into the microphone rapidly.
"Stay where you are I am on my way to meet you there. Whatever you do don't move or else. Riddler out." Riddler said over the radio. Storm had the urge to throw the radio into the street but stopped herself. What would The Riddler say is she had destroyed their only mean of communication? The night air numbed Storm's fingers, wishing she had gloves she tucked her hands into her sleeves.
-?-
A huge explosion lit up the night sky; the origin point seemed to be the church steeple. A dark figure glided through the air away from the fire. Batman. Storm stood up watching the scene awestruck. She resorted back to her hunched position when she heard the voices of Two-face's thugs calling to each other and running to the scene.
-?-
"Glorious is it not?" The Riddler whispered into Storm's ear. She jumped at the feeling of his warm breath against her ice cold skin. A smile adorned her face that was lit up by the blazing church.
"Edward. Don't do that and any way I thought you preferred non-violent crimes. Was this you?" Storm giggled.
"No this is too crude for me I prefer testing the victim's mind before killing them by asking them a riddle. I have one for you. Riddle me this…
I have billions of eyes, yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears, yet only four lobes. I have no muscle, yet I rule two hemispheres. What am I?"
"The human brain. I am learning Edward." Storm said with a genuine smile. "So what is the plan?"
-?-
"We are going to capture the doctors and trap them in our puzzles for the Batman to rescue." He replied a glint of pleasure flicked into his eyes. "We just have to wait for the thugs to leave."
"Speak for yourself." Storm laughed hooking her Riddler staff onto an old telephone line that was connected to a lower building before jumping off the roof. Her hair flew behind her as she slid down the line.
-?-
Storm's feet hit the wall of the building followed by a painful jerk through her body. She let the staff go with right hand. Reaching up she grabbed the wire rapping her fingers around it tightly. Her arm objected to the immense strain she was putting on the stiches and the torn flesh. Preventing herself from crying out Storm transferred her weight from the Riddler staff to her right arm. She unhooked the staff from the wire and let go with her right hand. Free falling was the closest she would get to freedom and Storm enjoyed every millisecond of it.
-?-
Storm hit the floor with a loud thud; the Impact knocked the wind out of her. Gasping for breath she stood up using her staff for support.
"I was so stupid for just acting on instinct." Storm muttered to herself regaining the ability to breathe. Her heels echoed through the street announcing her arrival destroying any chance of a surprise attack, not that she was intending to surprise the thugs anyway.
"Hello Gentlemen, I wonder if you could help me with my mystery…
Who is violent yet calm, vicious yet kind and sends you running to your mothers crying like babies?" Storm wondered hitting the butt of the staff on the floor. The thugs were startled by her sudden appearance.
"Oh come one wake up. If I was the Bat would you still be standing there? So I will repeat myself. I wonder if you can help me with my mystery…
Who is violent yet calm, vicious yet kind and sends you running to your mothers crying like babies?" Storm repeated impatiently. The thugs looked at each other, their hideous masks hid their emotions on their faces but Storm could tell they were confused. Her patience had worn thin.
"I guess your inferior brains aren't developed enough to figure out the answer is… Me."
Like I said at the beginning sorry for not updating I had so many mock exams and ISAs last month. Please forgive me. I won't be able to update every week but will try to update every month.