"Aaaalright, vultures..." Riddler waltzed around the room as he talked, "What did I miss?"
"The plan's in motion, Riddler." Scarecrow surprised me when he started, "You should've known that by the surroundings."
"Eun contraire," He pointed at Scarecrow with his cane, slightly cocking his head with a smirk, "I had to break the ice."
"So, green giant," Catwoman seemed bored, "How was your trip to the hayfields?"
"Well, you know, I did what I had to." Riddler slowly reached to where I was, "It's nice to be back and see old faces and-wait."
From the corner of my eye, I could see him flip the cane around, using the curved part to turn my head toward him. As soon as he grew more curious, he grabbed my jaw and examined my face further. Scarecrow was on the fence about his actions (he just kept staring) and the whole room seemed still.
"Miss Fields?" He finally spoke. Riddler had a tone as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He looked up when he heard a high-pitched laugh.
"THAT'S the doctor you were talking about!" I hadn't noticed the creepy man in the corner by the door.
"Yes." He turned to me with a confused look on his face, "Question is, what is she doing here?"
"That's not important." Scarecrow stood, still an inch shorter than Riddler, "She's part of the plan, now."
"I see..." Was his only reply.
So many questions I wanted to ask him; I couldn't even begin to start. What was Riddler doing in the hayfields? What happened to him, really? What was this plan they were mentioning? I knew it was useless for he'd only answer with questions.
"So she's also the girl who was on the news with Scarecrow?" Harvey Dent asked softly, then confused me when his voice switched to a slightly darker, blunt version, "What kind of a terrifying name is Abel?"
"True..." Riddler sat in an empty seat near me.
"Abel..." Scarecrow sat back down and got my attention, "If your going to stick with me, then you must change your name."
"What's the point?" I asked, staring at the floor, "I mean...they already know who I am."
"Ah!" Riddler smiled and stood back up, waltzing over to me, "The idea is not to show off, as you might think, but to prove something. You think I'd go around being called 'Edward' and expect something from someone? I call myself 'Riddler' because when you hear it, it makes you think of something confusing. Therefor, as a villain, people expect to be put in tough, problematic, tactical, and possibly deadly situations. What if Joker went around being called-"
"Thank you, Riddler, I think she gets it." Scarecrow stopped him and he went back to his seat, "The point is, Abel, that it explains to people you persona and/or motives. Do you have any ideas?"
"I...don't..." I shook my head and continued to gaze at my feet.
"I say we throw out ideas and see which one is best." Penguin suggested, pleased at the fact that the others agreed.
At first the room was speechless as people thought, the Catwoman's voice rung, "What about Shadow? She follows Scarecrow around enough."
"Too vague." Scarecrow replied.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not too serious of a villain, scratch-board." She sneered.
"What about Crane?" Penguin asked.
"...Are you serious?" Scarecrow scoffed.
"What? She looks like you."
"I'm not too big on looks."
"Oh! Ooh, I got it!" The odd man in the back corner spoke again, "The Creep-tress!"
"Ok, she's not your sidekick, Creeper." Scarecrow shook his head, "Anything else?"
"What about...'The Accomplice'?" Harvey Dent suggested, "It's short, simple, and we didn't have to flip a coin for it."
"We'll have to put that on hold, Two-Face." I marveled at the name Scarecrow used for Harvey.
"All of your ideas are dumb and poorly planned! Name her as you would name yourselves." Riddler stated, "She should be called 'Seamstress'. It's dark, considering her status, yet sweet at the same time."
"I'm still colling her 'doll'." Scarface growled.
"Tch, if you want her to be a stripper!" Catwoman struck up an argument with him.
"What about Harley Quinn?" Joker yelled over their bickering.
"Oh, save it for your girlfriend!" Penguin shouted back, starting another verbal fight.
"I never heard a 'no' to my suggestion." Riddler murmured to Scarecrow, who seemed grieved at the other arguments.
"Well, no." He replied quickly, then screamed at the others to shut up.
All the while, I was thinking. It must be related to my motives and personality. People must infer what I do because of it. I want to protect Scarecrow, and at almost any cost. I'm obedient, I keep secrets, I have the power as a psychiatrist to manipulate others, and I should be taken seriously. I knew what I wanted to be called.
"Voodoo." I mentioned as soon as the arguments died down a little.
"Wait, what?" About half the room asked.
"Speak up, hun, you aren't scary if you mumble." Joker smirked at me and gladly acknowledged Creeper's laugh afterwards.
"Voodoo." I nearly shouted to shut him up, then calmed back down, "Because, like the witchcraft, you don't want to know what I could do to you."
"...Wow!" Riddler laughed after the room grew cold, "I like her!"
The room murmured agreement.
"You caught on pretty fast." Scarecrow was glad because of it and turned to the rest of the people, "All in favor of 'Voodoo'."
As the vote was unanimous, that was my last day as Abel.