Chatper 7

Legal Disclaimer- Okay, so you all know, I own no copyright here. I'm just playing, and having some fun. This could NEVER happen, but it's fun to just play here, you know.

Author's Note-Guys, sorry for the delays. I blame hurricanes, work crap, and a bit of the good old writer's block. Block is unstuck tho, and there's an AU nagging me to write it. So, expect this to end quickly. Sorry if it's short. But, you might like the fun I'm having.

Jesse's reflexes kicked in, grabbing Brennan and phasing him and himself quickly, the toxin rushing through them and into the bay. Jesse let Brennan go, gasping for air and trying to regain his balance. His head began to spin slightly and he knew that what had just happened wasn't good.

"Jess, you okay?" the three Brennans that he saw asked.

"Yeah, if I can just focus on one of you," Jesse wheezed, "That was not good."

"Yeah, but did he see it?" Brennan asked.

While the suits were made of rubber and leather, the thought of being exposed to a biotoxin that had made Bruce Wayne look so horrible made Brennan Mulwray angry. Very angry. He wanted to take the Riddler and use him as a lightning rod. He stood up and looked over at Jesse.

Jesse was soaked by the toxin, but he was still standing, and his anger was reflected in his eyes.

"Oh tisk, tisk," the loudspeaker boomed, "The bird and the bat don't swim."

"Not this time, Riddler," Brennan replied, "Show yourself so that we can end this."

"I don't think so," the voice laughed, "You think you can end this, but I want all of Gotham to feel my pain."

"I doubt that will happen," Jesse said, confidence filling his voice, "We have counteracted your toxin Riddler."

"We have?" Brennan asked, his question more of a loud offscreen whisper.

"But you have to know what toxin I'm using, gentlemen," Riddler continued and actually appeared, showing himself on the balcony of the warehouse, "What I doused you with is nothing more than rotting plant algae. What I am using on the city...."

"Is something we can counteract, give it up Riddler," Jesse continued, "We'll make it nicer for you back at Arkham."

Shalimar, Emma and Dick found themselves outside of the warehouse. They heard everything that Jesse had said, Dick nodding his approval. He was impressed; Jesse didn't show the fear that he knew he had.

"This is going to get bad ladies," Dick said from his post of staring at the warehouse from the window, "The Riddler is insane."

"That we know." Emma's comment was dry.

Inside, it had gotten bad and was heading for worse. The very floor that Jesse and Brennan stood on was in the process of splitting in two. They fought for balance, Brennan jumping up quickly, using the tools on the utility belt to create a very quick rope and grabbing Jesse's hand to pull him up on the bottom rail of the stairs. The floor collapsed moments later, causing Jesse to take a moment to sigh. It was getting scary.

"I have had enough of him," Brennan muttered under his breath.

"Let's get him," was Jesse's curt reply.

The two climbed the stairs and headed for the balcony they had seen the Riddler on only moments earlier. They raced to the room that the Riddler had called home, finding only an empty room with an envelope on the bed. Brennan opened it, since it was addressed to Batman.

He started to read aloud. "Get this, Enough of the riddles, enough of the giggles, tonight the laughter begins nationwide."

Jesse, who watched comedy shows with a passion, smiled.

"Dick, did you catch that?"

"Saturday Night Live?" Dick thought aloud, "He's going to start there?"

"Seems like it, let's go downtown," Brennan turned and headed for the Helix.

The elemental Bat and Molecular Robin were out to get the man whose laughter was deadly. No one was going to stand in their way.

Jesse sat in the Helix, playing the hunch that ran up his spine as Brennan had read the latest riddle. Saturday Night Live, one of the longest and most popular comedy shows in Gotham's history was premiering that evening, Jesse was such a fan he had set the Sanctuary's Tivo system to record it. The comedy wasn't the question, it was more how the toxin would be released during the show. Their plan, to finish Riddler before the show even loaded their audience in.

Flying over Gotham in stealth, Jesse worked the riddle in his mind, over and over again. The tallest building in Gotham had the largest broadcast tower in the world on it, and simply put, something transmitted from there would hit the air currents and spread out to the world. It had to be the place, it was the most logical and strangely enough, the metal of the tower was green.

"Brennan, land near there," Jesse pointed out the best building to get them from landing to the tower.

The heat scan from the helix confirmed his worst fear. The Riddler was on the tower, along with several henchmen, and a large tubing system than ran from a water tower on top of the building. Jesse was 100 correct.

In the interim, Dick, Emma and Shalimar raced to the center of Gotham City. If they were going to have to stop the audience load in for Saturday Night Live they had to have a plan. They pulled up a block from the waiting audience that always closed the street in front of the building.

"Dick, how fast can you run?" Emma asked.

"Pretty fast, why?" Dick was getting a little scared.

"We're going to distract that audience outside of Gotham State by simply having them think that you're Chris O'Donnell."

Dick smiled. He knew the young actor and everywhere that he had gone in Gotham it was a total frenzy. If he ran by the waiting audience, they would follow him.

"Your power is that good?" Dick asked a little scared but perplexed.

"Yes."

Shalimar grinned. Not only was this going to be interesting, this would be fun.

"You up to it?"

"Oh, yeah."