Thanks to those who reviewed. I'm glad my readers didn't ditch me lol.

I half-A'ed a riddle at the end…hope y'all like it.

The hall he walked was cold which was why the henchmen were wearing such long coats – well that, and the fact that it made them look like scientists. He never understood that and wasn't about to figure it out now. After all, he cared more about throwing them all in prison and saving Trinity rather than question Riddler's fashion sense.

Bruce Wayne stopped just a few feet into a new room, one that looked similar to a twisted business room. While two henchmen stood nearby, armed and ready to fight if need be, one took off to probably find his boss. It took restraint for Wayne not to smile; if only they knew he was Batman, they wouldn't be so relaxed. If they knew he was a real threat, they'd be tripping over themselves to attack him.

Ironic, if not a bit creepy, at how Batman was in the Riddler's lair without them knowing.

Several moments passed until there was a soft noise. Another moment passed until the noise repeated itself, louder this time. When a full thirty seconds had zipped by, the same noise was nearly screeching. The door opened, a rusty one at that. Behind the man who walked in, there was a hint of another door which meant, though rusty, they were all relatively difficult to get through unless one had a key.

"Bruce Wayne." Riddler's voice cut through the silence as he slowly descended from the winding staircase. "I have heard you wish to buy Trinity Hariton's freedom."

"You know I have." Bruce spoke coolly, collected even. Inside he was still boiling from her parents' visit but knew anger would not help here. "I've brought the money." Almost like magic, he pulled out a large black bag and tossed it on the ground. Of course he planned on getting it back later – as Batman. "Where is she?"

"Oh she's…in bed. She felt a bit sick earlier. You see, Batman visited and his little toys knocked her out cold. Tsk, tsk." Edward eyed the bag from behind his mask, his smirk growing only wider. "It's all there?" He asked without the humor in his tone this time. One of the henchmen walked over, grabbing it to count it swiftly.

"I'm a man of my word."

"That's what makes you so popular with the press." A pause. "Or…is it because you're mysterious?" The villain taunted. When the henchman nodded, he glanced at the door, "Bring her in." Nygma's voice was chilled, lacking all jest and arrogance.

In walked the young lady in loose clothing, her wide olive eyes searching almost frantically for any traps, almost terrified yet hopeful of the idea of leaving. Could it truly be this simple? When she spotted Bruce, her frame relaxed slightly.

"Mr. Wayne, may I present to you your award!" This time, his statement was full of mockery. "You'll have a good time with her… I know I did." The last part was murmured, deep and twisted enough to send ice down Trinity's spine. "It's been a pleasure having you." The man laughed at the play on words, leaving Bruce in the dark to his joke. However, Trinity was bright enough with a blush to light a hint of a path for Wayne to find out what he meant. A suspicion, nothing more.

When he turned to face her as she reached the last step, his cane 'accidently' tripped her. With a soft gasp, she landed against him, held up without much of an effort by either party. The villain's hand caressed her breast as he grabbed her shoulder, helping her up.

Before she could react, she was thrown at Bruce like a doll.

And like a doll, she stumbled and fell before the man who saved her. Without hesitation, Bruce leaned forward to help her stand. Up close, he surveyed the damage. Her hair was a mess which was to be expected. There was a yellow bruise on her temple, probably from where she had been hit by accident. From what he could tell, she didn't hold anymore wounds except the thin recent cut just above her collarbone.

He'd have to take her to a hospital, he knew.

"Tell your friends about me." Her kidnapper spoke as though they were departing from a tea party. "Oh…and one more thing.

Like a key to chain and a chain to a key,

I brand two together.

What am I?"

Trinity, held up partly by the millionaire playboy, studied Riddler closely. All his riddles revolved around what was or had happened. Her reply was quicker than Bruce's by mere seconds. "Ownership." Disgust colored her scowl.

It took half an hour to get out of the maze of a building, but they made it out. True to his word, thankfully, Edward let them leave. Had all the money not been there…Trinity shuddered to think about it.

Silence was their conversation until they reached one of his many limos parked outside. The driver was not a man named Jeeves, but Alfred. The elderly man looked over, spotting them as they slipped in. Just as Bruce had done, Alfred surveyed any wounds on the girl they had just rescued. "Should I take us to the hospital, Master Bruce?" His first words were such.

It took Trinity a split second to realize he meant for her. Panic gripped her and refused to let go. If she went, they'd find out she had been raped…she would have to go through multiple people, males and females, telling her story repeatedly…and court too, once/if the bad guy was captured. She'd have to live with the shame, the guilt in public…people would look at her oddly.

"No." Her whisper was more of a yelp than anything.

"No? No what?" Bruce looked over, surprised at her own first words.

Realizing she had spoken out loud, Trinity licked her lips. "No hospital." Both men were staring at her, obviously about to protest. "Please, no hospital. I…it's just a scratch." She referred to the mark on her neck. They knew nothing about the rape – or whatever it was called when one was half-willing – and they had no real reason to force her to go. "I can't handle it."

Once more, silence overtook them.

Finally Bruce nodded. Alfred started the car, "If you wish, Ms. Hariton….I have medical supplies at the mansion."

First, I want to say that writing the middle/end part made me wince.

If someone is raped, they should go to the hospital ASAP and talk to the police. I do not advocate skipping the hospital especially. That's all I'm going to say.

Although it seems like I'm sending mixed signals in the story…I want to be clear on my standings on rape and whatnot. Don't want anyone to get offended.

Rape is NEVER the victim's fault…NEVER. Everyone has the right to say NO and others should respect it.

In my story, Trinity is between calling what happened 'rape' or 'consenual' and that is because…well, damnit, it's just a fanfiction, a story! Anyway…