Chapter 25 According to Plan
"I was to kill the bat imposer, you meddling pest. If you are to continue assisting me, you shall need to keep to the plan. Only one more stands in my way. Then I can take my rightful place, ushering in a new world order…"
Blah. Blah. Blah. The man had been going on like this for over an hour now and showed no signs of slowing. The Riddler had finished his Sudoku book ten minutes ago and was starting to wish he could've killed a little more time with it. Now all he had to entertain himself with was seeing how far he could lean back in his chair without falling over, and it had lost its amusement nine and half minutes ago.
"…My glorious triumph will be recorded in history as the most celebrated victory of our time. I will show my superior skills over that mediocre bitch and prove once and for all…"
That did it. All this over some article in The Gotham Times written by that Vale hack who had no less than ten sentence fragments? "Look, I get it. Superheroes are the very definition of annoying. You kill one and another pops up, like daises. But this woman has been active for a week, how can you already have this big of a beef with her?"
The other man glared at the Riddler, annoyed by the interruption. The Riddler decided that trying to balance his puzzle book with one finger could prove interesting. "That woman is the daughter of Batman."
Riddler put his book back down; he hadn't been expecting the other man to say anything interesting, based on his previous track record. "So she's the worthy advisory you promised?"
The other man gave an evil smile. "No." The Riddler went back to his book, the man overdid it with the dramatic speeches, but he had moments of true creepiness. The other man went into the next room, when he came back he had a folder in his hand. "Are you ready for your role in the final play?"
The Riddler let all four legs of his chair come back down to the floor with a crash and put his book aside. "I'm waiting on bated breath."
The other man scowled and handed him the folder, giving the Riddler some time to read. When he finished, the other man asked, "So did you understand the plan?"
Did he dare question the Riddler's intelligence? The Riddler took a deep breath, calming himself down. He stuck to a short sentence, not trusting himself not to go off on his own monologue if he didn't. "Of course."
"Are you capable of what has been asked of you?"
Again, the Riddler refrained himself. "I practically designed that program and dozens more like it. I'm pretty sure I can handle it."
"Good."
He watched the feed from the hidden camera he'd placed to show the roof of the police station, seeing the green fool place his ridiculous riddle down before running off into the night. What a fool. He looked forward to killing the distraction after his mission was completed.
He leaned forward to turn off the screen he'd been watching from and went to check on his men, to ensure they were setting everything up properly. Soon he would have his final confrontation. He would have everything he worked and planned years for. The moment in which his existence was for was fast approaching. He smiled as he descended from his perch to further inspect his men. He could hardly wait.
A/N: The end is in sight. I know this was a very short chapter. The next one probably will be too, but as a treat it should be posted soon, maybe even before the weekend is out. If it wasn't for the fact that they have such different tones I may have put them together as one chapter. Oh well.