(I know! I'm sorry! It's been a hundred years! I'm sorry guys. My life just got super busy for a while. I know, real life is stupid. But I was forced to deal with it. Well, I'm back! And hopefully I'll stay back for a long long time. Writers block drives me crazy. If my writing is taking to long, pm me ideas to keep me motivated! Okay, sorry for the spiel. Let's get to the story!)

Chapter 4

The man in the green hat lounged in his recliner. Grinning at the monitors he had sprawled before him. His grin widened when he saw the girl go limp in his henchmen's arms. Perfect. That million dollars was as good as his. He usually didn't enjoy making deals with clowns. But this was a special exception. He was low on funds. If he was going to create his next puzzle for Batman, he needed that money! The henchman laid the girl down on the couch and sat at the front of the limo. The vehicle began to turn the corner towards his hideout. This was just too easy. But everything was easy for a mind as incredible as his. The limo made it's way in front of the abandoned warehouse. He heard the door lock click open. Then the heavy footsteps of his moronic henchmen followed. Thank god they managed to do something right for once. Knock Knock.

"Come in!" He called, impatiently. The door opened and behind it were two of his henchmen. Not his strongest or smartest. But just a couple guys who could run a quick errand. The two grizzly men came in. One of them had the brat slung over his shoulder.

"We got the kid, boss." The first one stated

"I can see that, idiot!" He growled. Then he sighed with annoyance. "Well at least you buffoons did something right." He threw the other henchman a set of keys. "Put her in the spare room. And make sure she doesn't get loose! I'm sure you can manage a simple task."

"Yessir." The second replied. With that, the men retreated out the door. The man sat back in his recliner and gazed lovingly at his monitors.

I felt the coarse, rough ropes rub against my skin. My head was reeling and I couldn't move. I pried my eyes open. I was tied tightly to an old wooden chair. As I glanced around the room I noticed my surroundings. Concrete floors with a matching bland wall. It looked like some sort of warehouse. There were two men in the corner. The same men that were in that limo. Well, Sarina. What have we learned here today? We've learned not to get into the limo of a stranger. What did that guy say to me before I blacked out? Something about….what? Wait! I know what he said! 'I hope you like riddles'! Riddles?

Uh oh.

Jut as I put the pieces together the door opened. The thugs in the corner quickly composed themselves and stood at attention. Through the doorway, I saw the shadow of a man with a cane. This couldn't get any worse.

"Sarina Gibson, is it?" The man inquired as he waltzed through the door. The riddler glared at me with his green eyes. Apparently that cane with the question mark was just a fashion choice because he strode over to me without any problems. I studied his face carefully. Why does every so called 'genius' wear glasses? He had this cocky grin plastered on his face. As if he thought he were better then every other person known to man. I highly doubt it. But this was not the time for that. This was the time for thinking on my feet and trying to find a way out of here. Before I could even reply he answered for me. "Of course you are. I know everything." I felt a growl escape my lips. I had spent five second with this man and he already annoyed me. I wonder how Batman felt.

"Why bother asking?" I inquired. For a second his expression changed. As if he were surprised that I spoke up. Maybe I should just play the silent victim role instead of opening my mouth. Why do I always have a smart ass remark?

"You should really bite your tongue. You wouldn't want to give me a reason to kill you." He replied coyly.

"Kill me? Then you'd only get half a mil. Is it really worth it?" I inquired. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT! I practically kicked myself for opening my mouth.

"So you know that you're valuable?" The Riddler asked. "Well then you really are an imbecile. Didn't your mother teach you not to get into a stranger's car?"

"She said nothing about limos." I mumbled. The Riddler ignored my remark. He snapped his fingers impatiently. The thugs jumped as if they were scared shitless of snapping fingers. One of the thugs pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to their boss. That cell phone looked awfully familiar.

"I'm sure you're dying without your little cellular device." The Riddler chuckled. Oh yeah that was my phone! That shit they knocked me out with must have really messed me up. The Riddler dialed away on my phone and put it up to his ear. It looked pretty ridiculous to see this infamous killer with a pink sparkly iphone case against his ear. Even though he was only a few feet away, I could still hear the voice on the other side.

"Hello? Who is this?" A whiny voice questioned. This woman sounded like the definition of annoying. However, I recognized that nasally voice from somewhere.

"Harley, it's the Riddler. Put Joker on. I have a present for him." The Riddler replied. I gulped. He was calling Joker? Well, I shouldn't be surprised. He did kidnap me for the money. At least, I assume it's for the money.

"MISTAH J!" Her voice screeched in the background. The Riddler ripped the phone away from his ear. Me and the other thugs cringed at her voice.

"WHAT?!" Another voice shouted in reply. I knew that voice.

"Puzzles wants ya!" Harley said. The riddler groaned at that remark. There was a lot of noise on the other end as the phone was being handed over to the Joker.

"What?" The Joker inquired.

"Joker, I'd like to take you up on your little offer." The Riddler replied as he began to pace around me.

"My offer? Planning on killing the girl?" The Joker questioned.

"That would be far too easy clown." The Riddler snarled. "I've kidnapped her. She's waiting right here for you to come and collect her and for me to collect my money."

"Oh really now?" The Joker chuckled on the other line. "I thought she'd put up more of a fight. My boys'll be there in an hour." The phone receiver clicked off. The Joker had hung up. Riddler didn't seem to mind. A smile grew on his face.

"Don't get too comfortable Miss Gibson." Riddler taunted. With that, he turned on his heels and left the room. Wow….. I really hate that guy. Now it was just me and two goons. The metal door slammed tightly. Well. This is an interesting turn of events. Okay. Do or die time Gibson. What's the plan? These ropes were tight. No way I was getting out of this on my own. Someone else would have to untie me. That's when I glanced back over at the goons.

"Um….excuse me?" I inquired. The two boys looked up at me confused. I guess none of their victims had ever spoken to them before.

"What do you want?" One spoke up. I couldn't help but gulp. This plan was so stupid. It was never going to work.

"I…uh….have to go to the bathroom…." I mumbled.

"Use your pants!" The other shouted at me. I sighed. This was going nowhere.

"Man, I feel bad for whoever has to clean that up." I said. The wheels started turning in their heads. "Riddler will probably have one of his henchman come in with a mop. And to think. That poor guy wouldn't have to mop up a puddle of piss if I could just go to the bathroom….."

"Alright alright!" The first one shouted. I guess he's probably the one who'll have to clean it up.

"You sure?" His buddy inquired.

"How much trouble can one brat cause? We can handle her!" He replied as he began uniting my restraints. I held back a chuckle. Little did he know that he was in serious trouble. As soon as the ropes came loose I flipped over the chair and sent my feet flying into his chest. He slammed his headfirst against the wall. Knocking him out cold. His friend soon realized what was up and charged. I slid under his feet and ran towards the door. Loud footsteps were behind me as I gripped the door handle and yanked. In one swift motion I has closed the door and locked the goon in. I sighed with relief. That was a close one. All right. Now all I had to do was get the hell out of here.

"I underestimated you." An arrogant voice sounded over the P.A. system. "You actual have half a brain cell. No matter." A loud piercing noise erupted through the halls. I promptly covered my ears. A red light flashed in the halls. "I just put my headquarters on red alert. Every single one of my henchmen will be hunting you down."

Well this is great. My instincts kicked in as I sprinted down the hall. I heard heavy boots all around me. They were after me. Riddler wasn't going to let a million dollars walk away. I had to get out of here. There was no way I was going to be sold to Joker. I didn't know how I would ever navigate this maze! Turn left! Then right! Then another right! Finally I made it to a dead end. Super. I turned toward around to find a completely different hallway then the one I ran down. Wait, what?

"Welcome Miss Gibson! To the most elaborate and complex maze ever created by man. Only a genius such as myself could navigate it. You can wait there until the Joker arrives to claim you." The Riddler explained over the intercom. "There's only one right way out of this maze."

My god. How does B-man deal with this lunatic. Okay….a maze. No big deal. I did these on the back of restaurant menus all the time! You just had to start from the end! Something told me that was going to be possible in this situation. Alright. Maybe if I go back the way I came I'd find a way out! I continued walking the way I came until I ran into a fork in the maze. Do I go left or right? What the hell lets go left! I turned right and kept walking. And of course with my luck I ran into another dead end. Alright, this time I turned left. Things started to seem really promising. But after another two rights and a left I hit, once again, a dead end. This is absolutely hopeless. I slumped up against the wall and sighed. I wasn't getting out of here any time soon. Apparently there was "one right way out of this maze." Wait…..right…..as in, a right turn! Maybe if I take nothing but right turns I'll get out of here! I followed my own advice. Right. Then Right. Then right again! Finally I ran into a white door. Perfect! I grabbed the handle and gave it a tug. It was locked. Crap! That egotistical jerk lied to me! I really shouldn't be that surprised. All of a sudden the door handle began to jiggle. I jumped behind the door as two thugs waltzed through.

"Where are we supposed to find her?" One asked.

"Riddler said she was pretty close to the exit. Shouldn't take that long to find her." The other replied. As soon as they were away from the door frame I ran out of the maze and locked the door behind me. Man, every thug was falling for that old trick today. Riddler should invest in smarter thugs. Maybe one with a high school diploma. Okay, I was in some sort of warehouse. I ducked down below the window frame in the door. I peered up through it. Outside the building was The Riddler. Pacing anxiously back and forth. And standing next to him was none other then the Joker and his dumb bimbo girlfriend Harley Quinn.

"What's taking so long Puzzles?!" Harley growled, annoyed.

"I thought you said you had her." The Joker said condescendingly. Riddler did not like that one bit.

"She'll be here!" He snapped. The Joker's henchmen were getting bored. They had all they're supplies at the ready. Ropes, gags, drugs. It's a shame they weren't going to be able to use it. Joker's head turned towards the warehouse. We made eye contact as a wicked grin grew on his face. I was frozen in fear. Paralyzed. Afraid to move. The Joker gave me a wink as I quickly ducked down. I had to get out of here! I noticed a vent system on my left. I quickly yanked off the cover and crawled in.

After a few minutes of crawling I had managed to make it out of the building unscathed. I sighed as I plopped out of the building and into the mud. I had just managed to escape the headquarters of one of Gotham's most fearsome villains. This was unreal. I pulled myself out of the mud and observed my surroundings. The sun was beginning to rise over Gotham. I was a couple miles outside of the city limits. I could probably walk home if I just followed the highway.

My mom was going to kill me.