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I cannot believe that my brother actually made me move here, to Gotham, of all the places he could have chosen. 'We'll have a better life here', 'we are safer here', 'there are no problems with Gotham', er hello it is full of super-wacko villains. But of course my dear brother wouldn't listen and now I'm stuck here for a good year till I can save up the money to move back to New York!
Kicking a lifeless leaf out of the way I growl to myself before I come to stop in front of a convenience store, Jason (my dear brother) had once again eaten all of the food in the 'flat', if you can call it that, and all that was left in the fridge was eggs (the day I eat eggs is the day Joker and Batman become best friends) which is a total no-no. Pushing the door open I blankly stumble around the store grabbing all the items I need and a few I don't: come on Ben and Jerry's for half-price who would not buy it?
Humming Jingle-bells in my head I carry on shopping until I come up face to face with a black gun. Confused I follow from the gun, to the hand and then to the green dressed man with a green mask on.
"Get on the ground girlie, or you might get hurt." Holding in the snarl and comments I would like to give this weirdo I kneel on the ground and hold my groceries tightly. Of all the days Jason eats all the food and I have to go out to get food and of course there will be a shop robbery by random criminals who love to wear green! I could kill Jason right now!
"Everybody stay DOWN!" Okay that's one rule I can follow! Crouching low over the basket I look around trying to find a way out, my heart is beating so loudly I could count each beat, this nearly made me miss the voice on the intercom.
"Now, now boys lets be gentle. We wouldn't want the idiotic police coming before they are due. Now people of Gotham, if one of you can rub a brain cell against one other and answer just one little riddle I shall allow you all to leave. Simple, yes! Ready? Riddle me this; the day before two days after the day before tomorrow is Saturday. What day is it today?"
Surprisingly I know the answer, thank god Dad used to love those Sunday papers with the brain twisters. I try to get to my feet without showing any fear though my knocking knees might give way.
Sounding more confident than I feel I shout to the ceiling:
"The answer is Friday!"
….. Silence follows and I can feel my hands are getting more and more damp while I start to shake nervously, what if I was wrong? Quickly wiping my hands on my jeans and silently wait, we all do.
"Um boss?" My eye's flicker over to the er well goon? I can't exactly call them anything else apart from henchmen and that sounds weird and like its from the Godfather which I am so totally not into, especially now!
"She got it right … let them go." A sigh escapes my throat and I could feel my legs start to go limp from nerves, I go to step forward but the goon pointed his gun right between my eyes. I keep my eyes on the gun making me go cross eyed and dizzy but I know I need to keep an eye on the gun in case anything happen. Not like I can just simply jump out of the way though.
"But Boss we can't w-"
"Damn it! I said let. Them. Go! I'm a man of my word don't forget. I shall be seeing you soon woman, and see whether this was a lucky fluke, till next time mystery woman."
Gulping, I slip around the man who was now glaring fully at me; I dash out of the shop and do not stop till I am shaking in my flat. Looking down at the tug of my arm I see I am still holding onto the basket with my shopping, yet all I am really hearing and seeing is those words: "I shall be seeing you soon woman." He must have been watching us, he knows what I look like, I suddenly feel like I can't breathe. My breath comes in short pants as I collapse onto the sofa, dropping everything everywhere, trying to calm my breathing I stick my head between my legs. Who was that mystery man?
'Riddle me this …' why does that ring a bell?
Frowning I stoop down and collect my 'free' shopping.
'Riddle me this …' Why does it sound so familiar?
One thing is for certain!
Jason can go get his own fucking food next time!
Did you guys enjoy the new chapter for my new story? Reviews and criticism is wanted and needed! Mystery woman's identify shall be identified in the next chapter :P Can you guess who the mystery man is however? ;)