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Finally, a special thank you to Flowerchild23, Christine and Johanna Crane for reviewing!

Review Responses:

Johanna Crane: As a matter of a fact, I have no clue for "Beautiful Lie" sequel, other than I know I am doing one. I am defiantly going to do a sequel because it is my most successful story so far, but I may take a week or two off because I would like to get an outline for the story done so I don't run into a block like last time. But I swear to everything I love I will have a sequel for it up.

Christine: I am so glad you like my story, and I agree that Oswald and Edward are too my favorites on Gotham!

Flowerchild23: I defiantly would have left Gotham; any sane person would have. But Emily is very complicated, in the way that she would rather face the horrors she knows rather than the ones she is not prepared for.

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Emily stretched out on her bed, yawning and slamming her hand down on the snooze button. She had to get up, she had a class to teach; and she was seventy-five percent sure she had to give them a test today.

She sighed and slid off the bed, nearly tripping over Shadow.

Shadow was a present from Commissioner Gordon, along with Delta and Connor; her pet German Shepherds. Honestly, Emily was far from a dog person; you had to walk them and let them outside and they demanded far much more attention than cats, but all in all the dogs were okay.

Delta whimpered and sat next to her as she turned on the coffee machine; Emily smiled and leaned down, scratching behind his ear as she remembered the day Gordon showed up with them:

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Emily ran her fingers through her hair, having just dyed it this inky shade of black; it was pretty, she found it mystical almost, but it was new and she was far from used to it. She had moved in to this new house only a week ago, and found it completely UN packed and looking so cozy and comfortable that it felt she lived here for ages, but it still felt strange.

A sudden knocking at her front door encouraged her to rise, and after checking out the peep hole, she undid the six locks and opened it, finding Gordon on the other side.

"Samantha," he greeted, "may we come in?"

"Yeah sure- wait, we?" He walked past her into the house and with him on two leashed were three of the smallest dogs she had ever seen, three German Shepard's. She closed the door and followed him into the living room, still eyeing the dogs carefully, "Gordon?"

"So," he smiled widely, "I've discussed it with Batman, and we agree that you should have at least one last line of defense in case something was to happed; may I present to you, your new guard dogs!" He gestured to the three puppies, one of which was now asleep, the other two biting the asleep one's tail, which would occasionally wag.

"You got me puppies," she deadpanned, "I don't like dogs; and they don't look like they could do much damage to anyone."

"They are stronger than a normal dog," Gordon shrugged, "but not really looking fit enough to be police dogs, so we decided they would be best with you."

"Dear Jesus Gordon, I can't take care of three dogs!" Emily snapped, glaring at the older man, "I don't want three dogs! I want my cat back, I will even take a fish; but not- where the hell are you going?"

"Well good luck with them! Supplies is in your hall way; till next time, Miss Parks!" And with that, the commissioner retreated, tossing the leashes to a baffled Emily and escaping out the front door. The puppies looked up at her; one of them yawned and they all stayed sitting, waiting for a command.

She sighed and bent down, "well, you three are kinda cute, I guess. But how do they expect me to tell you apart?" That was when she noticed the collars around their next, all black, she read the small silver circle tags, "Shadow, Delta, and Connor."

The puppies looked up at her pitifully, one of them-Connor- whimpered softly and butted his head against her hand.

"Dammit Gordon," She muttered, picking them up and attempting to her them into her room, "that bastard knew I couldn't say no."

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She had them for three months now, they had gotten larger and they had gotten a tiny more threatening. She smiled and stood, "yep, I guess things are going good."

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"Now, I asked you all to find one topic from anyone who is considered a Greek philosopher, and to tell us about them," Emily smiled from her podium in front of her students; full grown adults who chose to come to college after high school, people who chose to be here and learn.

The class shuffled, taking papers and thumb drives out as Emily called out, "So, who wants to go first?"

"I will Miss Green!" One of them volunteered, hurrying to the front with a stack of papers and a thumb drive; Emily walked to her desk and sat down, watching with faint boredom as she watched the student walk through their slides, answering an occasional question.

She looked down at her newspaper and sighed, reading the front quietly to herself as the student finished and the next took their place, "murder….murder…..theft…..murder…..Scarecrow victim kidnapped?"

Emily leaned down towards the paper a bit more, examining the article:

"SCARECROW VICTIM KIDNAPPED FROM GOTHAM MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
written by Melinda May

Thirty people were hospitalized from the Scarecrow attack on Arkham Asylum's Valentines Party two weeks ago. One of the victims, Nurse Hannah Key, former college of Jonathan Crane, was kidnapped from the Gotham Memorial Hospital last night. There were only two casualties, a security guard by the name of Mike Schmidt, and Doctor Michael Yew, who was transporting Hannah Key to a different room outside of the ICU.

Police Commissioner James Gordon has released no statement concerning this matter, except that "We, the Gotham Police force, will do everything in our power to return Miss Key to safety, and to put the Scarecrow away for good."

Emily pursed her lips and leant back in her chair, watching the rest of the presentations but not really paying attention. She remembers Hannah White; she was her best friend, one of the few people Emily regretted leaving behind for this new life.

And now Hannah was in trouble; with a rogue as dangerous as the Riddler. Why did he take her? What use did she possess for him; oh god, hopefully the Scarecrow had no infatuation with her, because if he was anything like the Riddler….

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"Miss Parks." Emily sighed and turned around, finding the Batman standing in the threshold of her kitchen, "Well hello there, Bat."

"You were an associate with Miss Key?"

"Yes," she set down her tea and lent against the counted, "She has been my best friend for a very, very long time. Why?"

"I am trying to figure out if her abduction can be linked to you, as perhaps revenge from the Riddler."

"Well I don't think so," Emily defended, "I'm dead, remember? Besides, this has to be something else, there is no way I am involved. But if there is any way I can help, please let me know."

"Very well," Batman nodded and looked down; Delta had clamped down on his cape, looking up at the vigilante with an innocent expression, "Are you enjoying you new pets?"

"They are okay," Emily said as she walked forward, pulling the dog off him, "Got to say, I miss Zoe; where did you send her?"

"A friend," he said simply, turning towards the door as he started to exit, "offered to take her. She really loves felines."

"Uh-Hu," Emily crossed her arms and leant back, "Well, it's been nice seeing you, but I have to get to bed; goodnight, Batman."

"Miss Parks," he nodded, disappearing as she shook her head; Emily looked behind her and saw all three of her dogs sitting by the foot of her stairs, their eyes trained upon her without waiver.

"Oh don't let that nasty wacko get to you," she cooed, patting their heads, "he is okay once you get to know him; a bit dense, but we can't really help that."

She walked up her steps and into her bedroom, leaving the door open for the dogs. She pulled her hair out of the messy bun she made and headed for her bed, staring at it longingly as she thought of the blissful sleep that awaited her. She collapsed on the soft bed and sighed; reaching for her covers when a cold breeze blew into her room.

She opened her eyes at this, knowing there should be no breeze, when they landed on an open window; the curtains fluttered slightly, reminding Emily of a horrible movie cliché, and she knew she was either about to be swept off her feet by the love of her life or she was about to be brutally murdered.

Looking out, she saw nothing but the twinkling light of Gotham and heard the distant sirens of police as they rushed here and there, attempting to keep the peace. She hummed and closed the window, locking it and pulling the blinds as she leaned back and walked back to bed.

She collapsed once more and drew the covers around her; sighing as her mind drew up the conclusion she must of left the window up earlier.

'Yeah,' she thought sleepily, 'I must of opened it while drawing earlier; I must have forgotten about it when I went for a cup of tea….. I left my tea downstairs when Batman dropped by….'

She heard a faint shuffle in her room and murmured out, "You can come up on the bed, boy." She patted hand to her left, expecting Connor to jump up because he was the one that like to lie next to her.

She felt her bed shift and she sighed happily rolling over to where she faced the pressure; her eyes still closed and hand reaching out blindly for the feel of soft fur.

A soft chuckle reached her ears and she felt a hand grasp her own; Emily's eyes snapped open and took a few seconds to adjust to the dark, her heart stopping when she made out who was above her, one knee on the bed where she thought her dog was.

"I found you," he whispered, lunging forward and pushing her down; he moved and was now straddling her waist, both her arms pinned on either side of her head.

"Riddler," she spat, arching her back in an attempt to get him off, "what- how?!"

"I am the Riddler," he cooed softly, a sick and angry smile on his face, his eyes alight with fury, "You couldn't possible think you could have really escaped-" that was enough for Emily; having managed to knee him in the gut she took off.

She scrambled off her bed and stumbled out of her bedroom, passing her dogs that were whimpering and staring at her pitifully. She made it to the top of the stairs but panicked, turning and letting a scream start from her lips. He was right behind her, and reached out to grab her; but Emily wasn't really ever coordinated and misjudged the distance between where she was and the rest of the stairs were.

Befor she could blink she felt herself start to fall, pitching backwards she caught Edward's eyes once more as her head hit the first step and before her world went black.

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Should I end this chapter there? Nah, I'm not THAT mean…. Maybe.

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Emily was firstly aware that everything hurt, and she couldn't move. It wasn't even a stabbing pang that was her entire focus, but a numb dull throbbing everywhere. What happened?

The last thing she remembered was crawling in bed, and then…. A blur. She opened one eye and automatically closed it again, it was way too bright. After a few minutes she finally gained the courage to try again, and when she realized where she was she wished she hadn't.

The familiar office was just as she remembered it, wires and blueprints and puzzles and over all just this cozy clutter of objects. She was on her old couch, worn and dark green, she sighed in relief when she realized she was alone. She attempted to sit up only to groan and lay still, god everything hurts….

"Oh good, for a little while there I suspected you dead." Edward entered the room, and Emily got a good look at him. He looked different from last she saw him; he had faint bristles on his chin and jaw, indicating he hadn't shaved in a while, he appeared more skinny then last time, almost unhealthily so, and he had this look in his eye.

"Don't," he commanded softly, leaning against his desk, "don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Try and analyze me, like the doctors at Arkham." He clarified; he closed his eyes slightly and sighed, "I nearly forgot about you; I've been trying my damnest this entire time not to, and yet I barely did. I have to admit that Batman nearly had me fooled, I honestly thought you dead. I suppose it's a good thing that Jon…"

"What?" Emily demanded, "Jon who? How did you figure out I was still alive-"

"That can be discussed later," he straightened and walked over to her, leaning over to where her back was lying flat on the couch in her desperate attempt to get away from him, "right now, you need to rest; that was a nasty fall down the stairs, you should be happy you didn't break anything…"

He straightened and regarded her with the same arrogance that she was used to and she muttered, "When we were last together, you promised that you would kill me. Can't you just do it now?"

"Oh no," he smiled, his eyes prideful as he was showing his happiness of being back in control, "that would be far too easy."

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IM DONE.

For this week, and next week, then this one gets updated. I don't know. I might change it around again because this week is the last chapter for another one of my stories. But, I am going to be writing a corresponding story with this one that involves Jonathan Crane and my new OC Hannah Key.

Yep.

You want to know how the Riddler found Emily. You want to know how he broke out of Arkham, and how he found her so quickly. WELL then tune in next chapter because I will explain it all; or at the very least in the story I mentioned in the previous paragraph, because as of right now I am going to try to get the first chapter up while putting this chapter up. But don't hold me to it because I am trying to fine tune out the bugs.

So.

Question of the Week! What is your favorite color?

Mine is specifically Sea green; because I can never decide between blue and green so Sea Green is just the perfect mix for me.

Anyways, I will see you guys, in the next chapter!

-Sketch1997