Broken Strings.

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If things were bad to begin with, they were certainly worse now.

Being arrested, yeah, it was never part of Enigma's plan, but neither was becoming friends with an ex-inmate of Arkham.

Her real plan was pass school, go to collage, hack into a few places in the process, then work for the FBI and hack into places, maybe even her Dad's place too, now that would be cool.

Though it seemed all of those plans where now out of the question, considering the fact she may not live past the night.

She glanced at all the men that stood in the other lines, some gave her wicked grins, others just ignored her and a few payed too much attention to her.

At the end of the line was Hugo Strange and when she came face to face with him, she had to wince.

"Ahh… Miss Terry, it is so good to see you again," he said in a monotone voice. "I must admit, I am surprised you were able to survive your encounter with Vendetta."

Enigma's eyes went wide. How did he know about that?

Then it hit her.

"It was you!" she shouted trying to grab him and claw at him. "You sent that… that maniac after me!"

"You made friends with two, you are the daughter of one yourself," Strange snarled back.

No, Enigma thought, I'm the daughter of two maniacs.

"W… where's Jessica?" she whispered. "What… what have you done with her?!"

"Such accusation in your tone Miss Terry. I can assure you, the only thing I will be doing with Miss Turner is help her recover form her psychological break."

"There's nothing wrong with her!" Enigma shouted.

Strange chuckled. "And how would you know? You barley know the girl, though you know her a fare bit better then your father correct? How funny, both of you never really had a father figure in your life, was it that which made you so close?"

Enigma growled. She hated this, hated being put under the spot light. "Stop psychoanalysing me!"

"Not fond of being peered at under a micro scope, interesting. Neither is your father," he clicked his fingers and then a guard came over and handcuffed her.

"I'm being placed in Arkham City! Why would I need handcuffs?!"

"You don't. But if you are the Riddler's daughter you should find unlocking handcuffs relatively easy."

Enigma glared but the guards shoved her along and she was suddenly out in the freezing cold of Arkham City.

She wondered if her… 'Dad' and she used that term lightly, was in here or even knew she was in here?

"Attention inmates of Arkham City. There is a young lady in here who is the daughter of the Riddler," Strange's voice came over the city in a deep booming voice, making him sound scarier then he really was. "I hope and expect you to welcome her."

Enigma glared at the huge tower and then looked back at the dusty, dark and blood stained streets.

She was lamb and now said lamb had just entered a cage full of hungry wolves.

"I'm going to kill Strange," she growled out before making a run for it through the city.

"I'm going to kill you strange!" Jessica shouted as she struggled against the straps that held her against the chair. "I'm going to kill you and then I'm going to feed every single TYGER guard to the animals you have locked up in here! Bet they'd enjoy beating them up for all the things you've done to them!"

Strange merely smiled at her and walked over to his desk. "Very aggressive behaviour for a supposedly treated mental patient."

"Hey, ya' keep me locked up in this chair long enough!" Jessica growled, just edging on her 'Jester' voice. "And I'll show ya' why I was locked up in that stupid Asylum in the first place!"

"I've read the files, Miss Turner," Strange sighed and he neatly folded his hands, giving her a hard look. "I already know why you where locked up in Arkham."

"Do ya' really? Well then," she gave him a glare. "There's no reason of ya' to go asking any more stupid questions!"

"Your anger is very amusing."

"Hey, what can I say, I'm a comedian."

"One that finds death a form of comedy art."

"Ha, what can I say? Everyone's a little crazy," she looked over at him. "Some more then others," she hissed giving him a meaningful look.

Strange raised an eyebrow. "You believe I am insane?"

Jessica smirked. "Wouldn't be the first person to notice."

"Oh? And who else do you believe would as you see it 'know' I am insane."

"Takes one to know one," she giggled before glaring. "Ya' know, my boss was right. Ya' head would make a real good bowling ball."

"Interesting. This is a new side to you Jessica, non of the other psychologists mention any violent behaviour."

"Ya' obviously didn't talk ta' them long enough."

"Witty aren't you?"

"I prefer an expert in the art of sarcasm, since I am. I picked it up from Eddie, he was always very good at it, still is I imagine," she laughed. "Funny considering sarcasm is thought to be the lowest form of wit, yet the smartest person I know uses it as his first language."

"Ah yes, Mister Nigma. That reminds me, I must talk to his flame. I doubt she'd be very happy to hear of the news that her daughter is in Arkham City."

"Doc' Terry," Jessica whispered.

"Ah, so you remember her. Good. I was hoping you would."

"What's she got to do with anything?!"

"Miss Turner, she has everything to do with it. Because of her you're free, this then led you to become friends with her daughter and then… this happened. There is also the fact that she has been poking her nose in my business," Strange hissed. "Something, if she had been smart, she would never of done."

"Ya leave her and Enigma out of this! Ya' leave them out of all of this!"

"It's too late, I have already placed Enigma in Arkham City and Doctor Terry, as we speak, is being transported from the Asylum to here by armed guard. You should hope Enigma's father finds her quick."

"Nah Strange, you should hope Eddie can find Enigma quick. 'cause if he can't, I'm not the only one that's gonna show you the meaning of pain! It will be me, Eddie and Mist! How'd ya' think ya'd fair against all of us?"

"Quite well, considering you are here," he smirked pointing at her. "Mister Nigma is in Arkham City and Doctor Terry is trapped."

Jessica let out a low growl. "Ya' lucky I can't try my boss's idea out!"

"You never knew your father did you?"

"What?"

"You father," Strange smiled. "You never knew who he was, gone long before your mother had you and your sister."

"What's he got to do with anything."

"Ah, I see you do not know," Strange smirked. "Such a pity, but Miss Turner, you do not see, he has everything to do with this," he gestured to the scene before them. "It's because of him, you are who you are right now, not just because he left you, oh no, because of what he did to you."

"What the hell are ya' talking about?" she snarled. "Answer me!"

"You seem to be smart, surely you can figure it out yourself."

"I ain't the freakin Riddler!"

"No," he chuckled. "You're not the Riddler's daughter either, speaking of, I wonder how she's doing?"

Enigma cursed and cursed. Of course she had to go down the dark alley, it was one of her greatest ideas yet. Go down the alley and pop out near amusement mile.

Oh how that had blown up in her face.

"Get back here ya' little brat!" shouted one of the thugs that chased after her, waving a baseball bat around.

"Yeah, we only wanna be friends!"

"Real good friends!"

Enigma shuddered as she ran. "Which way, which way, which way?" she muttered as she skidded round a corner.

Then she got punched in the face and she fell to the floor, crying out from the pain.

"Where ya going baby, me and my boys only want to have a little fun," the guy that hit her snarled as he grabbed her hair, pulling her up by it.

Enigma cried out and winced as he tugged at her hair, small tears formed in her eyes.

"Why'd ya run girly? We're only her to be friends," one of the others cheered.

"Yeah," the guy who was holding her hair agreed. "Real good friends," he hissed as his disgusting face was close to her face, too close.

Enigma gaged. "Have you idiots ever heard of things called breath mints?"

She received a slap to the face for that.

"Ain't she the Riddler's daughter? Don't know when to keep that pretty mouth of her's shut!"

One of the others placed their hand on her hip. "We can changed that, by the time we're through, you won't be speaking on account your voice will be ragged from screaming."

Suddenly a shot was fired through the air and the guy who'd dared to touch her hip dropped down dead, with a bullet in his forehead.

The others looked around frantically for the shooter, but then there were two more shots, these sounded closer and the two other guys behind her fell dead.

It was just the one holding her hair now and then there was one final shot fired, this time it was right in the alley they stood and the guy fell dead and Enigma fell to the floor with him.

She groaned and looked around her at the dead men quickly crawling away from their corpses before she crawled into something, or someone.

Enigma paused and looked in front of her, seeing boots, before slowly running her eyes up the figure in front of her, past the green trousers that were tucked into the boots up to the smart dress shirt and green jacket, past the purple tie right up to the cold set face of a pale man, with purple tinted glasses and sparkling blue eyes, that held something dark and sinister beneath them, a green bowler hat covered his brown almost black hair as he stared down at her.

Of course Enigma knew who this was.

"Hi…" she paused and swallowed nervously. "Dad."

"What has my Dad got anything to do with… with any of this?!" Jessica screamed, tugging at the restraints, hopelessly trying to get at Strange.

He smirked at her before interlacing his fingers. "My dear, it has everything to do with it. I'm surprised Mister Nigma does not know anything about it."

"No anything about what?!"

Strange chuckled. "Why, who your father is of course. It was rather simple to find out, I'm surprised that no one else has discovered this before."

"Discovered what?"

"Your father, Miss Turner, is not a saint."

"I could of told ya' that! He left us!"

"He did not know your mother was expecting children. He does, however know that you and your sister are his children. I told him myself and then I showed him the evidence."

"Wait… he's here? how's that possible?"

"He was one of the only people to escape these walls, though he is now back," Strange smirked. "Do you wish to know who your father is Miss Turner?"

"Do ya' seriously need ta' ask that question?" Jessica snarled.

Strange smirked. "No… I suppose not."

"Well?"

"Well?"

"Well who is he?! Who's my dad?!"

Strange smiled and folded his hands. "Why… Roman Sionis of course, though, you would probably know him better as Black Mask."

Jessica's mouth fell open and she stared at him.

"Yes Miss Turner that is right," Strange smirked at Jessica's face reflected in his glasses before leaning forwards so she could see his eyes. "Black Mask is your father."

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