I pulled up to GCPD building. I checked Bane again, and he was unconscious. He had woken up on the way there, so I had to knock him out again by smashing his head on the center console. I heard a nasty crack when I did it, meaning I broke his nose or I needed to change out a couple of parts.

I dragged him up to the front door by his arm and kicked open the door. This got me a lot of weird looks and even some pistols pointed at me. I ignored them, I was not in the mood to be stopped by some overly-paranoid cops. On second thought, I did just kick down the frickin GCPD's door. Also while holding an unconscious man who looked like he had been through a meat grinder.

I pulled Bane across the floor to the secretary's desk. I pulled him up to the window, clearly showing his face. The girl on the other side of the glass was wide eyed, looking from me to Bane. "Hello miss, can I turn in Mr. Bane here?" I said through the glass.

She looked away and walked to a back room. After a few minutes she returned with a folder labeled "BANE". She opened it up, grabbing a picture of his face for comparison. "Okay sir, we have a match.' She said, putting the files away. 'Please give the suspect to the officers and sit in the waiting area."

A couple of guys came out of a door to my left and took Bane into the holding area. I sighed. I forgot how long it took for these things to go through. Sometimes you had to wait hours before they gave you the check. I sat down in one of the chairs and put my hood up. Maybe I could get some sleep before they called me up. Just as I was falling asleep, someone tapped me on the shoulder. "You brought down Bane?" A male voice asked.

I looked up and saw a man wearing a green suit, purple sunglasses, a bowler hat and a cane. He had an inquisitive look on his face. "Are you even listening to me?' He complained 'Hello? Mister hood? Are you still awake?"

I sat up straight. "Sir, I've had a hell of a night.' I said, rubbing my face. 'Can't you let me catch a few z's?"

He sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Evidently you've had a rough night. You look like a stray breeze could knock you over.' He said. 'perhaps you will be so kind as to contact me later then?"

I glared at him "Will it get you to leave me alone?" I asked

"Certainly! here's my card.' He said, putting a business card into my hoodie pocket. 'I do hope we'll be in touch."

I watched him as he strolled out the door. He seemed familiar somehow. Had I seen him before? My brain didn't have the brain power to think of it at the time. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, there was a police officer shacking me awake. The secretary was ready for me. Yawning, I walked up to the glass. She gave me a check through the glass, and I got to say, there were quite a few zeros. I found out later that bane was a part of the secret six, thus raising his bounty exponentially. At that moment, I was just happy to get out of there.

I walked out and looked up. The day looked dreary, and it was probably going to rain for the whole day again. Opening my chevy, I remembered the card that that guy had given me. I took it out and studied it. On one side, it had a phone number in the shape of a green question mark. The number was (309)323-90. The phone number was missing two numbers. On the back there was a riddle. "WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I?" It said in big green letters.

How had I not recognized that the guy was the Riddler I'll never know. Who else wears a green suit?

Okay, the last two letters were obviously the answer to the riddle, but what did I know about Riddler that would be the answer. Height, weight, age? I had no knowledge of the guy, not statistically. This was a business card though, so it couldn't be anything to complicated, and it would have to be the same for each person. That means that it can't be weight, hight, or age.

God, I hate riddles.

Wait, I and U. The letters maybe? what was the difference between U and I? 11 letters. I smiled, writing down the complete number under the riddle on the back. (309)323-9011. I had heard that the riddler was reformed, but apparently part of his persona must have stuck. Maybe ha could help me figure out what the Scarecrow's plan for gotham was? Worth a shot. After all, the man WAS a genius from what I read on his psych profile, but conceded as HELL.

I started up the car. I'd call him as soon as I find a pay-phone. Then we could look into Crane's little plan.

I pulled over at a Wawa and went straight to the phone. I popped in a quarter and quickly dialed the number. I was answered by a female voice. "Nygma investigators, how may I help you?"

"Hello, may I speak to Mr. Nygma?" I asked

She sighed. "Did he give you a riddle? He only talks to people who receive and solve his riddles. Everyone else needs to talk to me."

"Why's that?"

"Keeps the reporters away, now did he give you a riddle or not?"

"Um, yeah. WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I? The answer is 11 letters."

"I'm switching you to his line now, sir." she said.

After a second or two, another voice answered me. "Hello?' Riddler awnsered 'Who is this?"

"It's the guy who took down Bane."

"Oh! Nice to hear from you sir. Ready to spill the beans on how that went down, hmm?"

"More than that. I may actually require your services."

"Oh really? How so?"

"You'll see. Where's your office?"

"On the corner of 11th and green street."

"Just like the card?"

"Exactly."

His business, from the outside, only looked like a run down building. On the inside however, it was a very neat environment. There was a bookshelf in the waiting area and the walls and ceiling were wood. There was a green carpet with black question marks covering the floor.

I walked up to the front desk, where an elderly woman greeted me. Well, not as much greeted as glared at me. "I'm here to see Mr. Nygma."

She pointed to the door to the left. "Go up the stairs and his office is the one on the opposite end of the room."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Take your hood of while you're inside. It's rude."

Taking my hood off, I climbed up the stairs. The top floor was much of the same as the ground floor, but with cubicles. There were only a few people occupying them, but a lot of the cubicles had stuff hanging in them, meaning either most of the people weren't here yet, or were out investigating something or other. On the opposite side of the room was a wooden door with a big green question mark spray painted on it. "Yup' I thought to myself. 'That's his office."

Opening the door, I saw what looked like a lawyers office. All the furniture in there was made of stained wood and held an old-world design. There were two bookshelves on either side of the room, a few filing cabinets and a double screened computer on the large desk. There was a simple wooden chair on one side of the desk, and a larger cushioned on on the other.

But the Riddler was no-where to be seen.

A shuffling noise came from under the desk, startling me for a second. "Uh, Riddler?' I said cautiously looking over the computer screens to the other side of the desk.'Is that you?"

His head popped up from under the desk. "What is it?"

"What the hell were you doing under the desk?"

"Trying to fix some hardware." He said, fixing his hat and standing up. "Who are you?"

"I'm the guy that dragged Bane into GCPD at 1 o'clock this morning"

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you without your hood on."

"Funny."

"Please take a seat." He said, motioning to the seat.

I pulled the chair up to the desk and sat down. "Riddle me this.' Riddler said, smiling on the other side of his desk.'How did Bane fall?"

"Will you believe me?"

"Sir, with all due respect, I have seen some crazy things in my day. I'll believe you."

"Alright..."

I told him everything. The search for Scarecrow, the injection, the arena, everything. At the end of it all, he was sitting back in his chair in deep thought. "It seems like Johnny's planning something big. This is strange. He was always the one to follow some other rouge in big plans like this. Even when he did do something on his own he never did it on such a massive scale."

"You see why I need your help? I can't do this without some brains. The kind of which I don't have.' I said. 'I'm good at fighting an all, but I can't hack computers or any of the stuff experts can do."

"Your flattery is amusing, but this is a little out of my jurisdiction.' He sighed 'Shouldn't you be going to the police for this?"

"Do you think that the police are going to believe a bounty hunter? Much less the one that used a weed wacker on poison Ivy?"

Riddler looked at me for a second, then started laughing."That was you?"

I gave him a glare that rivaled the Batman's

"Besides.' I continued 'The police will be to tied up with all the inmates out on the street to do anything about it."

"What about the Batman?"

"Do I look like I have a superhero on speed-dial?"

"I wouldn't think so, due to the fact you called on a pay-phone instead of a mobile one."

I stared at him "How do you know that?"

"Caller ID" He smirked

"Figures.' I sighed. 'Are you in or not?"

he smiled, looking down at me. "I'm in. I'm intrigued by your little situation. While I would like to help you, I would also like to get paid."

"How about this.' I said, getting out of the chair. 'I'll give you a cut of the bounties I collect when I round up the Scarecrow's henchmen. How's 45% sound?"

Riddler stood up and held his hand out. "Deal."

I shook his hand, and as I did, he spoke. "Riddle me this, what advantage do we have over the rouge's gallery in gotham?"

"What?"

"They'll never see you coming. Now let's head over to that barn you were kept in. I'd like to have a look around it."