"So we know who killed the socialite, but who committed the bank robberies?" Shar took a sip of some mild tea. "Are there any pyros that have been committed to Arkham within recent years?"

The female doctor glanced at the door of her bedroom. She was speaking on her radio quietly, hoping Edward wouldn't hear her. There's been something off about him lately. In all honesty, her anxiety attacks have been coming back with revenge. Did Edward remember everything after he hit his head? He's been acting like it, but his OCD has been on the low…No, she must just be paranoid with everything that's been happening in Gotham…Especially with Quinn.

"Shar, are you still there?" Bruce questioned over the line.

"Hmm?" Shar snapped out of her thoughts. "Yeah…Just worried about some things."

"What about? Tell me."

Shar sighed and sat on her bed, "Quinn's been acting happier than usual. That can't be anything good. Do you think that maybe The Joker could come back? I don't know how but…"

"It's possible," Bruce muttered. "Ra's al Ghul had access to what's called the Lazarus Pits. They can heal people and even bring them back from the dead. That's how your brother was brought back. Quinn has been down in Wonder City before we were able to bring her in. She may have accidently stumbled upon these pits."

"Which means The Joker would be nearly immortal then," Shar ran a hand through her emerald hair – she didn't bother wearing a wig at the moment.

"Right…We'll have to keep an eye on her. Is anything else bothering you?"

Shar looked at her bedroom door blankly, "No…It's nothing. So did you say something about the bank robberies?"

"There's nothing about an inmate fitting the description. The closest thing we can find is Killer Moth. Though, he's been in retirement for a while after he was discharged from the asylum. I can go see what he's been up to, if anything."

"I'll do, it'll get my mind off of stuff," Shar sighed and opened her wardrobe to her Emerald X uniform. "I'll go out tonight."

"If you say so…How's Edward doing?" There was some slight distrust in Bruce's tone.

Shar hesitated, "I'm not sure, Bruce…Ever since he came home from the hospital…"

"I see, keep a close eye on him…If he remembers anything about me…"

"I understand," Shar sighed. "I'll be the first one to admit him to Arkham if he shows any signs…Look; I'm going to hit up Killer Moth. I have access to Arkham's files." With that she turned off her radio and shoved it into one of the pouches on her belt.

Shar unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off of her arms. Her hands reached for the flexible fabric that was specially made for her. Edward had it made for her. She bit her lip. Did he remember sending in the order? She shook her head; she couldn't focus on something like this just yet!

In a few moments she was completely changed. The only thing missing were her goggles / mask. As she fidgeted with a glove, Shar walked out and noticed Edward was scribbling madly on some paper. A single drop of sweat ran down her face. Was he…working on riddles?

She opened her mouth to speak and a strained sound came out. Shar cleared her throat and tried again. This time a weak Edward came out. Edward froze at his desk and slowly shifted to see her behind him. A smirk was hidden behind his shoulder.

"Yes, Shar?" His voice was almost taunting. "Are you going out?"

Shar nodded her head, "Y-yeah…I might have a lead on the robberies. The descriptions of the man who robbed the bank are similar to Killer Mouth, but not exact. So…"

"So you're going to go out and question him. Am I correct?" He analyzed her so much that it would make even the bravest god cower.

"Right," Shar looked down at the goggles in her hands. "Just…Don't wait up…"

Edward watched Shar as she began to walk to her bedroom. She was going to climb out of her bedroom window like always. He chuckled as he turned back to his desk. His line of vision flittered across the lead filled pieces of paper. There were probably dozens – no – hundreds of riddles all tactfully written out. Not only were their riddles, but descriptions of where they should be placed and when. His grand scheme seemed to all unravel on this very desk - the very desk that belonged to his closest ally, and yet one of his greatest enemies.

"Well, doctor," The Riddler spoke to himself, "It seems as if you have figured out what has happened." He smirked and paused for a moment, "But don't freight, my love, for it'll all be over soon. Batman's identity will be revealed to all of those in Gotham."

The Riddler spun his chair. His head shot upwards, so his face was aimed at the ceiling. His shoulder shook as a manic laugh escaped his very being. It bounced off the walls. It was enough to even rival the Joker's laugh. Tears started to build up in his eyes and his oxygen levels were running low. Slowly, the Riddler began to calm down. Sighing, his face was now pointed towards the wall. A gloved hand reached up towards his bowler hat. Another glove ran a hand through his hair.

"This is a riddle that all must know, and only I have the answer to it," The Riddler mused as a malicious smirk grew onto his face. "Gotham will then look up to me! Gotham will view me as the one who solved the unsolvable! Gotham will be mine!"

"I knew you couldn't be trusted."

The Riddler's eyes widened and turned around to see a figure standing in the door way to Shar's bedroom.

-A/N-

Hmm...I'm not sure I want a happy ending for this fan-fiction...I'm not sure...Not sure at all...I am enjoy The Riddler falling into further insanity...Simply because I've had some psychotic episodes lately~! Oh how fun trolling people on election day is! *laughs like The Joker* ^.^ Anyways, I'll get back on topic. Please comment on how you want this fan-fiction to end. Do you want Shar to hold onto her sanity or do you want her to go insane? Hmm? Go on, don't be nervous. The worst I'll do is liberate you~!

PS

Sorry my chapters have been so short! I am running out of inspiration for this fan-fic. ;_; Which means it must end soon! So sorry~! But I think I'll stop using Batman for a while and move to other fandoms.