Dick sped across the road dodging any cars that got in his way. He finally arrived at the large white hospital. He parked the motorcycle, took out the keys, walked into the hospital and steeped up to the front counter. Before he could ask a question, he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around and saw Bruce. Dick asked,
"Where is he?"
"Hes in the room over there." Bruce pointed his finger around the corner
They both walked into the room and saw Tim, who was on a gurney, he had a white cast on his left leg and a white cast on his right arm. His arms were burned and he had cuts all over his body. A blanket was pulled up to his neck, which had a neck brace. Dick sat next to Tim, the heart monitor beeped at a slow pace.
"Who did this?"
"I read the police report, he was trying to stop a meth lab, it was located under a fast food restaurant, he was attacked by the guards and then eventually something exploded within the cellar."
"A grenade?"
"No he threw an explosive device and it killed ten people."
"Do you think he wanted to kill them?"
"I don't know what he thought."
Dicks felt a pain in his chest, he tried to make sense out of his confusion, he glanced over at Tim's shoulder, there was a mark that had been painted on. He felt the anger rush through his blood,
"Where are you going?" Bruce asked
Dick didn't answer the question he just kept on walking through. Bruce exhaled and sat down next to Tim, he looked over and saw the Green and Purple question mark,
"The Riddler!"