AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally, the moment you all have been waiting for: Chapter 2 of this story! I hope you enjoy! Remember to review!
When she finally awoke, she found herself tied to a chair, her feet tied together and her hands behind her back. She could feel the rope rubbing against her wrists when she went to move her hands. She looked around the room to see where she was.
"So, you're finally awake, good. I was beginning to worry that I killed you." The Riddler said as he walked into view. "It would be a waste of a mind like yours, miss...?"
"Emerald." she answered, and he smiled.
"What's your full name? It will be rather difficult to find your personal records with just your first name."
"Why should I tell you?" she asked. "You haven't done anything for me."
The Riddler's smile turned into an evil grin as he pointed his signature question mark cane at the door right in front of her.
"Because right through that door awaits your darkest fears."
Emerald stared at the door and replied, "I highly doubt that."
Riddler said, "Correct, your is NOT behind that door, but rather waits...well, it would be easier to simply show you."
He smiled, swinging his cane in circles as he waked to the door. When he open it, a tall, thin man walked out carrying a cloth in his hand.
"She's being difficult." The Riddler said to the man. He smiled, and as he put the cloth over his head, Emerald gasped. She now recognized him as the Scarecrow. This made him chuckle slightly.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid?" he asked.
"No, just shocked. I didn't think that someone who struck so much terror into the hearts of so many people could look so frail and weak!" She replied smirking. Scarecrow clenched his fists. "What's the matter? Did I hurt your feelings?"
Suddenly, Scarecrow snapped. He walked up to her and gripped her shoulders. He was a lot stronger than he looked, and she winced from the slight pain in her shoulders.
"Enough of the smack-talk! Tell us your last name, or all of your worst fears will appear right before your very eyes!"
She didn't want to risk the chance of them trying to use her fears against her, so she simply said, "Calm down, Crane, I'll tell you." He backed away in shock when she called him "Crane" wondering how she knew, making a mental note to ask Nygma about that later. She cracked her neck and told them her name as if they were regular people and not extremely dangerous criminals.
"Hello, Edward Nashton and Doctor Johnathon Crane. It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Emerald Quinzell, Harleen Quinzell's younger sister."