A/N: This is just another filler. I was going to add on to it, but I wanna see if you can guess...

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"1:45," Alex said to himself. That was the second riddle's answer. What he couldn't find an answer to is why had the Riddler's given him both of them at the same time? They had no relevancy to each other at all. But then an idea popped into his mind. Riddler had desired for him to be either by the crane or inside of it at quarter to two. That left him with two questions; did it mean in the morinng or the afternoon, what time was it? He made a mental note to buy a wristwatch sooner rather than later. Even though he could form any article of clothing on himself at will, anything mechanical was most likely out of the question. It was still cold and dark out, so it was ossibly around the specified time. Suddenly Mercer heard a beeping noise emit from beneath him. He leaned forward and lowered his arm to under the seat. He felt something small, thin, rectangular, and smooth, and he grabbed onto it. He brought it up to his line of vision. It looked like a video tablet and on the screen was a green question mark. Slowy, the symbol then faded, and in its place was yet another question.

'In the mirror, you must find a way to survive.

What is 4 + no. 5?'

"What the...?" Mercer murmured to himself. Suddenly he heard a small explosion far below the controls of the massive crane. Than a low-pitched creaking filled the immediate atmosphere. Slowly the small cubic room tilted to the right. Mercer then figured out what had happened, and that it must have been 1:45. The crane was going down. He let out a groan that was both of boredom and frustration. He had initially hoped that after dealing with Dollmaker and solving Riddler's stupid puzzles he could just go back to Ivy and kick back for a few seconds. "Every single time..."

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Commisioner Grodon was never one to lie down when duty called, even if he had held hostage by a madman and his so-called family in an abandoned hospital. As soon as he heard the crash fill the air, he leapt into a police cruiser and made his way towards the wreckage, which turned out to be simply around the corner. He pulled up to the crane that was in pieces in the street. The control room had held together considerably good. As he observed the mess, he wondered who had caused it. Explosions could have been anyone in the city. He jumped back and pulled out his revolver when the door to the control room flew off the hinges and across the street. He watched as Zeus pulled himself out of the small room and fell onto his back in the middle of the street and let out a groan.

"What the hell happened here?" Gordon asked as he walked over and returned his gun into his coat.

"Some moron calling himself Riddler," Zeus answered pulling himself up. He looked into his right hand and saw that he still had a grasp on the tablet. "Nothing too big. I'm sure he's done for a while."

"What makes you think that?"

"I'm very... intuitive." Zeus smirked at him.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Why would I not?" Zeus asked with confusion.

"Your left shoulder's on fire." Gordon replied level-headedly.

Zeus looked over to the specified body part and saw that it was true. He patted himself out calmly. When the small orange flame was extinguished he looked back at the veteran cop. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

"You are rally just gonna walk away from this?" Gordon asked in complete disbelief. "You should be dead!"

"I'm beyond life and death Commissioner." He walked away and muttered under his breath, "at least I used to be..."

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He walked about three hundred feet before a many number of lights caught his eye. He looked in the direction they were in and saw that a few fire and scores of candles were ablaze in front of the police station. He also saw several men around them... and could see that they worked for the Joker. Curious to see what they were doing and also not wanting to cause a pointless one-sided battle royal, he will the Black light of his leather jacket and hoodie to morph into a brown leather duster so he wouldn't be recognized. He made his way through the light snowfall towards the small crowd. Along with the flames were pictures of the clown everywhere as well.

"What's all this about?" Mercer asked to anyone who would answer. None of them did, they just kept sadly talking about things Mercer didn't bother eavsdropping on. He looked around and saw at least twenty men sadly talking to each other as they looked at either the pictures or the flames. He couldn't figure out why they were so mournful. Suddenly, he noticed a silver briefcase that was just outside the illumination of the fires and was standing upright. Curiousity again took over and he walked over to it. He picked it up and looked behind him to see if anybody was looking at him. None of them had, they were too busy mourning for some odd reason. He opened it up and almost fainted.

"Something interesting?' Someone right behind him asked. Mercer instantly recognized the voice. Bruce Wayne was standing there with him.

"If an enormous amount of cash is interesting... yes," Mercer replied with a smirk as he turned around. Wayne was also incognito with an overcoat and winter cap. Alex set the silver case back on the ground but left it open. He picked up a decent sized wad of it and ran it through his fingers. "There has to be at least a million dollars in that thing. But on a different matter, why are all these Joker goons here?"

"They are here..." Bruce started as he snatched the money out of Alex's hand and dropped it back into the briefcase. "Because they heard about the face."

"So? What's that to them? It's not as if they lost their faces. But what's with this cash?"

"Probably a bribe for the Joker's flesh." Bruce answered as he also began to think deeply.

"Who on Earth would want to purchase a face?"

"I can think of two..."