After about 4 hours, Emerald was awakened to the sound of the Riddler's voice.

"Very impressive, Ms. Quinzell. You have an IQ of 190 at the young age of only 22, you graduated in the top of your class, and - - oh," he frowned gently before continuing, "what's this I see? Three accounts of suspicion in assault and battery cases, and 1 account of theft." He looked at her smirking slightly. "It seems we have a few things in common already."

"Shut up. I have nothing in common with you," She replied, her voice cold. He knew all of that about her already, so why was he keeping her?

"I'm not done. I also found out a few interesting things about you. You have no credit cards, no cell phone, and no computer, but you have a job working as a private detective. You have no affiliation with the police, yet they haven't shut you down yet." He raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Do you know why that would be?"

She frowned. She had never thought of that before. Why hadn't she been talked to yet? She quickly gathered her thoughts and answered his question.

"I guess they don't take me seriously."

"And they have good reason not to: you decided not to go to school after high school. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a waste of a brilliant mind. I must say I was disappointed to find that out." Nonetheless, he smirked at her in his dark way.

"Why should that effect me? I don't care if a criminal is disappointed in me." She stood up. "I've had enough of these games and am growing bored. I'm out of here."

She snatched his cane and swung it at him suddenly, hitting him in the head. The Riddler fell to the ground with a thud, and Emerald opened the door to leave. Suddenly, she fell backwards trying to get away from the Scarecrow, who was standing in front of her smirking. His voice sent chills down her spine, but she was careful not to show it.

"Hello, Ms. Quinzell. I see you are trying to escape. I'm afraid I cannot allow that." He grabbed her and she screamed as he dragged her out of the building. She tried to get away, but his hold on her was too strong, even for how frail he looked. When they reached her truck, he knocked her out, and she once again fell to the ground unconcious. \