Lucas stared at his reflection in the mirror. The Riddler had forced him to dress in a horribly outrageous costume. Little black question marks covered the entirety of the green stretch material. He shivered. And this was only the beginning...
Suddenly, the door burst open and the Riddler appeared in the doorway. In a raspy voice, he said, "Lucas, I am your father!" They paused, and Lucas stared at the strange man who then coughed to clear his throat. "What?"
"Evil doers," Lucas scoffed.
Getting back into character, the Riddler slowly circled Lucas' petrified form. "Good, good... but there's still something missing." He smiled diabolically as he slowly reached his hands down to two objects holstered to his hips. Lucas backed away slowly, afraid of what horrific experience the Riddler had in store for him next.
Quickly, the Riddler whipped out two cans of red hair dye and whirled them around like a cowboy from the old west.
"Nooooooooooooooo!" Lucas' horrified scream echoed through the sewers. "Please," he begged. "Anything but that!" Lucas backed up until his back hit the wall. There was no escape. "You can't!"
"Oh, but I can!" He inched closer and closer. "Soon, Lucas, you transformation will be complete and you will help me take over Gotham City!"
His evil laughter was cut short when a deep female voice spoke from the doorway. "Stop right there, Riddler!"
Grinning, he turned on his heels to face Batgirl, standing like Wonder Woman with her hands on her hips in the doorway. "Batgirl! How nice of you to join us."
Lucas looked, puzzled, at the figure. What is Barbara doing in that getup? He thought. And why is the Riddler calling her Batgirl?
"It's too late! You can't stop me now!" The Riddler turned to Lucas with insane laughter. He lifted the bottles of hair dye into the air and aimed them at Lucas' poofy blond hair.
Frantically Lucas' eyes darted across the room to find any type of escape, but the Riddler had backed him into a corner. Seeing no other option, Lucas formed his plan of escape. In point five seconds, he calculated the exact angle of 23.1693 degrees with a velocity of 13.1126 m/s, took two fingers in each hand and jabbed the Riddler directly under his ribs. "Poke!" Lucas screamed in a high-pitched voice.
"Ahhh!" The Riddler screamed and dropped to the floor, convulsing.
"Come on, Lucas!" Batgirl yelled, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room.
"Barbara, what is going on? Why are you dressed in that getup?"
She stopped and gave him a look. "How did you know it was me?"
Now it was his turn to look patronizingly at her. "Come on, Babs. Did you actually think that outfit was gonna fool anyone?"
"Hey, I thought it was pretty good!" she replied defensively. Hearing footsteps behind her, she grabbed his arm and pulled him behind her down the sewer corridor. "Come on!"
"What kind of name is Batgirl, anyway?" he muttered under his breath.