I decided to post the second chapter. I still haven't found all the mistakes, but I found most of them in the first chapter now I have to go back and correct them. I have already written chapter three, but I need to revise it a bit. Thank you for reading so far.

Chapter Two: Chocolate Chip Pancakes

Dahlia's parents had left and wouldn't be back until later to dress for a fancy party. She had the the mansion to herself from 5:30 am to around midnight nearly everyday. She couldn't figure out how they needed so little sleep, but she never really gave a shit. The servants were only there on the weekends to clean or when her parents stayed home that day. She figured since she had nothing to do she could make breakfast after her shower, then go out for a walk and a little shopping. She took her shower, brushed her teeth, then dressed for the day.

Dahlia picked out white lace stockings to go under a pair of black, ripped skinnies. She picked out a random T-shirt. This one happened to be a Motionless in White shirt, and to go with it she wore worn, black Chuck Taylor's. With her wardrobe complete she threw on simple makeup and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She plugged her phone into some speakers and let her morning playlist fill the air. As she was getting the stove ready, she heard clanging like someone tripped over pots in the greenhouse.

Someone is in your house! Get a gun or call the cops! Don't just continue making French toast! I thought you were going to listen to me more! What happened to that?!

" I am trying not to panic. I have my gun in my waist band and a very large knife in my right hand. This person knows I am here from the music and if they haven't already run off from the clatter they just made then they are probably scared. I have to remain calm and be collected as to not get killed," stated Dahlia not even hiding the fact she was responding to a voice in her head. She heard the intruder pull out a chair from the kitchen table and take a seat. From what she could hear, she analyzed it was one person, and they seemed nonchalant. Obviously they weren't scared, yet it made this person even more dangerous. She carefully turned around to confront the perp.

There at her table was a man in a bright, fitting, green suit. His trademark cane resting on the table, and his hat resting in his hands. The Riddler sat there content to watch her freak out and beg for mercy when his identity clicked, but she just stood there looking almost...excited?

Why isn't she scared? She seems excited and yet shy to make a move. Plus, she is a lot cuter in person. Wait. No she looks weaker in person not cuter! Remember who she is. I'll just wait until the situation is apparent to her since she must be in shock or something thought Riddler.

"I don't know why you're here but I'm going to finish my breakfast first," said Dahlia whilst turning back to her cooking," Don't worry no one will be here for several hours. I'm assuming you're the Riddler from the get up. If you're going to test me, don't even try me since I know I'll die. I'm not smart enough to survive one of your complex death traps."

Are you retarded? You should beg for your life not tell him to kill you. No. You have a plan, don't you? We both know you could survive this buffoon's traps. What are you doing?

"You don't give Mr. Nygma enough credit," she said to what seemed like the air to Riddler," He is smart. I also understand why he does the traps. I'd rather admit defeat then embarrass myself trying to solve his puzzles."

"Now, who are you talking to? Only insane people talk to themselves. And seeing as I've read your file, I know you've never had a problem with your sanity," said Riddler.

"I'm talking to myself, or, I guess, a part of myself. Hearing voices in your head that tell you to do things is usually a sign of insanity. I don't want to go to Arkham, so I usually don't respond to her with others around. I suppose that makes you special Riddler."

"Well since you don't seem fazed maybe we can get on with our business. You see, I am here to take you away. I need you for a certain plan. No death traps involved. I'd prefer you stay cooperative, or I might have to do bad things."
"No need to be threatening, Mr. Riddler." As she spoke she turned around with her pistol in hand, but a cane disarmed her.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice you pulling a gun?"

"No, but I would never know until I tried." Riddler rushed forward pushing her against the counter with his body. He grabbed her hands while she struggled against him. Suddenly, Dahlia pulled her knife and swung at his neck, but he dodged it barely. He took his cane and hit her across the head. Dahlia had no where to dodge, so she took the blow full force. She slumped to the ground momentarily disoriented.

"Now, sweety, this won't hurt a bit." A sharp pain sprouted in her neck as he injected her with a tranquilizer. He took her body and walked out the front door to his car. He slid her in the back seat and drove to Arkham City, where he dumped the car and slid into the sewers. He stayed where there was no Croc, and he arrived at his hideout without getting spotted by anyone.

Dahlia awoke in a cushiony bed. It was warm and she felt crappy, so she stayed there until her mind started to clear. She remembered the events earlier that morning, or were they yesterday? She didn't bother with the math. She only cared where that bastard was and how she could get out. She slipped out of the bed, glad all her clothing was on. The windows were boarded, but there were two doors. The first was a bathroom with all the toiletries she needed. The second was locked, so she brushed her teeth and adjusted her makeup.

Why are you applying makeup? You aren't here to be pretty for him! He plans on killing you! Go look around more and try all the boards. See if you can bust down that door.

"Fine. And I was doing makeup because it was something to do while I contemplated our situation! I would never think of that man in such a way!" said Dahlia.

But you did when he was pushed up against you in that kitchen...

" How- No. I did not!" yelled Dahlia.

Love, I originate from your mind I know everything. Admit it, you saw his face and you were less frightened and more attracted to him. The first villain you ever meet and you fall for his looks. Plus, you were admiring him and his crazy traps and theories! Why couldn't you ever feel like that for a normal person, or even someone who isn't so old?

"His age is symbolic of his wisdom. It adds to the attraction. Wait. That wasn't supposed to slip out. Fine he is attractive and, yes, his theories and contraptions are marvelous. However, he is insane, so it would never be. Not to mention how he kidnapped me!" furiously yelled Dahlia forgetting she was in Riddlers domain. While she had been talking, Riddler had noticed that she was no longer in bed, so he went to get her. When he opened the door, he overheard her yelling at no one. He heard the entire conversation, and it made him slightly giddy in a strange way.

You call him insane, but he doesn't hear voices in his head.

"No. I'm done with this. I will not tolerate him or you!" Announced Dahlia spinning around only to see a Riddler leaning on the doorway to the bathroom.
"Well... That was quite revealing. I must say it was adorable how you defended me to your imaginary voices. I mean, it seemed like you were defendig me. Hard to tell when you can't hear the other person," said Riddler.

"Why am I here?! You drag me out into, what I assume, is Arkham City, and leave me alone in this horrid room!"

"Are you hungry?"

"I-"

"Good. I made chocolate chip pancakes. After you eat, I'll fill you in on how things will work from here on out. Is that clear?" As he said 'chocolate chip pancakes', Dahlias stomach gave a little rumble, making her blush in embarrassment.

"Fine, but you can't spy on us anymore."

You probably want him to spy on you. Especially whe-

Dahlia cut off her inner voice, but continued to blush madly at the dirty thought.