"The Riddler's Revenge"
By: The Riddleress
Chapter One
It was a quiet day in Gotham City. Suddenly, the alarm in Gotham National Bank went off.
"Ha, ha! I've done it!", yelled a mysterious shadowed figure.
When the smoke cleared, it was none other than The Riddler: Batman arch nemisis.
"Take whatever you can grab boys. I'll take care of the rest."
He looked over at the tellers and clients in the bank.
"Riddle me this, fools! What do a clock and a bank have in common?"
He grabed the hair of a nearby female teller.
"Answer? The sound of the alarm can shatter your deams."
He let go of her hair, placed an envolope on the desk, and called to his crew. They left the bank as the Riddler laughed psychoticly.
A strange beeping came from the study in Wayne Manor. The trusty butler, Alfred, answered the phone.
"One moment, sir. I will summon him."
He entered tje room were Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Aunt Harriet were sitting. Alfred walked over to Bruce.
"It's the Batphone, sir," He said quitely so Aunt Harriet wouldn't hear.
"Thank you, Alfred. Dick, it's about time for your Latin lesson," Bruce said as ke stood up.
"Gosh, Bruce! You mean --,"
He stopped himself as Harriet looked at him.
"I mean, right, Bruce."
The two ran into the study. Bruce picked up the phone.
"Yes, Comissioner? The Riddler? We'll be right there."
Bruce looked at Dick as he lifted the head of a fake bust of Shakespeare.
"To the Batpoles," Dick said as he looked over at the bookcase.
Bruce flipped the swich, and the bookcase slid to the side. They slid down there seprate poles and Batman and Robin were on their way to Gotham City Police Headquarters.
Batman and Robin got into the Batmobile and pulled up to the police station. They parked infront of the large stone buliding and ran to Comissioner Gordan's office. Cheif O'Hara was standing next to Gordan's desk. Comissoner Gordan approched the dynamic duo.
"Glad your here, Batman."
"We got here as fast as we could," replyed Batman. "Now, whats this I understand about the Riddler being back in Gotham City?"
"Begora, its true!" Cheif O'Hara exlaimed. "He left this envelope for you. One of my men found it on a teller's desk."
Batman took the enevlope. He opened it as Robin joined him. Inside was a small piece of peper. Robin took it out and read it aloud.
"Batman, what do a weak jaw and a diamond have in common?"
The four of them stood puzzled. Robin got got a possible answer.
"Both share the nickname glass!" He paused. "But what does it mean?"
"The Glassman Glass factory!" Batman said as he turned to Robin.
"Come Robin. We have to get to the Glassman Glass factory. Good day, Comissoner, Cheif O'hara."
Batman was right. The pulled up to the Glassman Glass factory. The rushed inside to find The Riddler.
By: The Riddleress
Chapter One
It was a quiet day in Gotham City. Suddenly, the alarm in Gotham National Bank went off.
"Ha, ha! I've done it!", yelled a mysterious shadowed figure.
When the smoke cleared, it was none other than The Riddler: Batman arch nemisis.
"Take whatever you can grab boys. I'll take care of the rest."
He looked over at the tellers and clients in the bank.
"Riddle me this, fools! What do a clock and a bank have in common?"
He grabed the hair of a nearby female teller.
"Answer? The sound of the alarm can shatter your deams."
He let go of her hair, placed an envolope on the desk, and called to his crew. They left the bank as the Riddler laughed psychoticly.
A strange beeping came from the study in Wayne Manor. The trusty butler, Alfred, answered the phone.
"One moment, sir. I will summon him."
He entered tje room were Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Aunt Harriet were sitting. Alfred walked over to Bruce.
"It's the Batphone, sir," He said quitely so Aunt Harriet wouldn't hear.
"Thank you, Alfred. Dick, it's about time for your Latin lesson," Bruce said as ke stood up.
"Gosh, Bruce! You mean --,"
He stopped himself as Harriet looked at him.
"I mean, right, Bruce."
The two ran into the study. Bruce picked up the phone.
"Yes, Comissioner? The Riddler? We'll be right there."
Bruce looked at Dick as he lifted the head of a fake bust of Shakespeare.
"To the Batpoles," Dick said as he looked over at the bookcase.
Bruce flipped the swich, and the bookcase slid to the side. They slid down there seprate poles and Batman and Robin were on their way to Gotham City Police Headquarters.
Batman and Robin got into the Batmobile and pulled up to the police station. They parked infront of the large stone buliding and ran to Comissioner Gordan's office. Cheif O'Hara was standing next to Gordan's desk. Comissoner Gordan approched the dynamic duo.
"Glad your here, Batman."
"We got here as fast as we could," replyed Batman. "Now, whats this I understand about the Riddler being back in Gotham City?"
"Begora, its true!" Cheif O'Hara exlaimed. "He left this envelope for you. One of my men found it on a teller's desk."
Batman took the enevlope. He opened it as Robin joined him. Inside was a small piece of peper. Robin took it out and read it aloud.
"Batman, what do a weak jaw and a diamond have in common?"
The four of them stood puzzled. Robin got got a possible answer.
"Both share the nickname glass!" He paused. "But what does it mean?"
"The Glassman Glass factory!" Batman said as he turned to Robin.
"Come Robin. We have to get to the Glassman Glass factory. Good day, Comissoner, Cheif O'hara."
Batman was right. The pulled up to the Glassman Glass factory. The rushed inside to find The Riddler.