AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here's chapter 3! Emerald may surprise you with something she does, but maybe not, depending on how you already view her. Enjoy! Remember to review!
Both men stared at her in shock. Crane was the first to speak.
"Liar! Harley is an only child! She never had any siblings!" This brought Emerald's smile to a frown.
"I am not a liar. I simply speak the unknown. Our father had an affair that her mother never knew about." Her voice was strong. "Want to call me a liar again, twig?"
Crane pulled his arm up ready to shoot her with his fear toxin, but the Riddler pushed his arm back down with his cane,
"Calm down, Scarecrow. She has a lot of guts to talk to us using that tone, but she can't do anything in her current condition." Emerald glared slightly at the Riddler as he spoke. "For now we'll accept her as a welcomed guest." He smiled at her. "I shall show you to your room." He walked behind her and undid the ropes. She knew this would be her chance to escape, but something in her gut told her to stay. She followed him through the building, leaving Crane by himself, all the way to a black door.
"Welcome to your room, Miss Quinzell. I hope you will find everything to your satisfaction." He opened the door and she gasped slightly in shock at the room.
There was a rather large bed with a lime green comforter on it. The blanket had a black question mark. In the corner was a black dresser and-he shut the door.
"My mistake! This is your room." He opened the door across the hall and shoved her in. She landed on the only piece of furniture in the room: a small black loveseat. The room was small and the only light was a small lamp.
"I hope you enjoy your stay with me, for it will be a long one, my dear." He shut the door and locked it as she ran to the door, pounding on it to get out, but her efforts were worthless. No matter how hard she slammed herself against the door, all she did was hurt her shoulder. After about a half hour of trying to escape, her arm was starting to bruise. She laid down on the couch and softly cried from the pain in her arm and her own stupidity for not running when she had the chance.