-A/N-

Alright, so this is based on Detective Comics #822. Anyways, this might sound weird…But the Batman villains on Facebook are pretty nice. XD I'm Victor Zsasz and I'm talking to 'em, so yeah~!

-Story Start-

Edward Nygma walked into a rather large mansion with Shar Channing behind him. They glanced around the building. Police tape blocked off some parts. An elderly woman kept on dabbing her eyes while a man looked indifferent.

"You must be Mister and Mrs. Bishop," Shar stepped forward and reached out her hand. She shook them, "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Edward glanced around the area, "You won't need to worry any more. Before you stands Edward Nygma, a man reborn! My doctors say my formal criminal ways have been permanently dispelled, leaving intact my, if my say so, brilliant analytical mind."

Shar looked at him and rolled his eyes. It seemed his ego grew over night. He had no modesty anymore. Perhaps she could work with him on it. Shaking her head, she watched as he walked to the crime scene and followed him, but not before giving Mister and Mrs. Bishop an apologetic smile.

Edward took out a picture and examined it. He glanced up at the angle it was taken at. A hand moved up to his chin as he thought for a moment or two. The security camera was right there, which may have caught the picture, but it wasn't absolute.

"Shar," He spoke. She looked over at him, "Get the laptop, we're going to compare feeds."

"Alright," Shar nodded and dug out her laptop from her bag.

She sat on the ground and placed it in her lap. Her fingers typed away as she hacked into the data base. Her eyes narrowed as a feed popped up. She glanced over at Edward as he looked at the surrounding area.

"Hey, Edward," A hint of worry dripped from her voice, "Can you come and look at this? Something's not right."

He got up and walked over. Kneeling down he glanced at the data feed and then at the picture. A slight smirk built up onto his face. Of course there would be a difference.

"If you look here the tiles don't match up as they do in the security camera. Even if it moved from side to side it would be at a different angle than it is in the picture," he pointed at the screen and then at the picture.

"No," Shar shook her head. "They change cameras. We'll have to see if they installed an entirely new camera at the time, or if someone used a different camera for the security."

Edward narrowed his eyes as Shar brought up previous footage. This was definitely a pre-meditated murder. If they were caught they'd be sentence first degree. Of course saying "they" meant it was a two man job, at least.

"I'll be right back," Shar stood up and took out her cell phone. She walked off before dialing. After a moment or two she spoke, "Oracle, it's me, Shar." She paused, "I need you to run check on anything the socialite that Bruce is suspected of murdering bought. Particularly a security system…Thanks."

Shar walked back and seeing Edward with a sort of black soot on his fingers. She narrowed her eyes and knelt down next to him.

"Rocket fuel."

"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows, "How?"

Edward shrugged, "It's something that allows a person to fly around. It could be part of a jet back. Maybe Firefly did something."

Shar shook her head, "The time frames don't match. It has to be someone else."

She dug into her bag and took out some goggles. She placed them on and analyzed the crime scene. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed finger prints on the security cameras. She pursed her lips, could it be?

"Edward, can you check the shadows in the last frame of the security footage that matches the picture? I want to see if they edited the footage," She looked at him and flinched at the skeleton. It still freaked her out a bit. "Then we can get down to business," She smiled slightly.

He did as he was told as Shar walked around some more. Her heals crunched on some glass that was on the ground. She looked up seeing a window taped off. She tapped her foot on the ground, a line of soot followed to the window. They did fly in on something like a rocket. It'd be dangerous doing that; she doubted Batman would even do it.

"Edward?" Shar questioned. "Do you know how big of a trail this soot stuff can leave if it's outside? You know, with the wind and everything?"

Edward looked up and put the picture back in his pocket, "It could leave a chemical trace that one might be able to trace." He walked over to her and looked at her with a smug look, "It was a different time of day. No doubt about it."

Shar nodded, "We just need to prove it's not Bruce Wayne. I know it's not…He'd never kill someone."

"You may think you know someone, but in fact you don't," Edward replied as he leaned on his cane.

"I know that he wouldn't do this," Shar shook her head. "It's against what he believes in."

"What is he Batman?"

Shar laughed, "Honestly, a playboy millionaire?" She rolled her eyes, "I doubt Bruce Wayne has time to be Batman when he has a girl with him every night."

Riddler scoffed slightly, "Let's go, we don't have anything else to get from this crime scene." He walked out of the building.

Shar shook her head and took a sample of soot before running after him. She watched as he leaned against a car as he waited, not paying attention. An evil glint crossed her face. Slowly, she reached into her pocket and her fingers rested on a metal blade. Looking down at her pocket she glanced up at Edward. She moved her hand back onto the plastic part and pressed down.

A blaring sound erupted, causing Edward to scream and fall onto the ground. Shar nearly fell to the ground herself as she burst into a fit of laughter. Tears built up in her eyes as Edward was trying to comprehend what exactly happened.

"Turn the alarm off!" He demanded as the car yelled in fury.

"O-Okay!" Shar coughed from lack of oxygen as she fumbled with her keys and stopped the obnoxious sound. "I just hope they have security cameras out here, I want to upload your reaction onto Youtube."

"If you do I'll kill you," Edward glared at her.

"Please," Shar opened the door and glanced at him, "Even when you were a super criminal you didn't kill people…Often. They mostly got themselves killed when you put them in death traps."

"Death traps?"

"You designed them for Batman to get through. The one I was in had a mechanical shark that nearly bit my leg off…Then it almost electrocuted me after I destroyed it."

"You were put in a death trap?"

"Yeah, after you and Scarecrow were trying to kidnap my parents. Who, by the way, are coming into town for my birthday. Don't be surprised if my dad tries to kill you. You didn't exactly leave on good terms."

"When's your birthday?"

"Tomorrow."