I have tried to sneak in how she looks but it never seemed right wherever I put it so I'm going to just tell you. Her hair is the color of crocodile scales. Her eyes exactly like a real crocodiles. She has D cups, she is fit. She has paler skin. The rest you can imagine in your head I guess. Again please review. And please tell me if there are any errors.
Chapter Three: No Phonies Allowed
Dahlia sat at a table watching Riddlers arms flail whilst explaining some of his ideas. She didn't know whether she should fear him when he ranted or sit in awe. She shouldn't believe what he said, but his words held truth.
You really are crazy. This man is speaking nonsense and you can follow everything he says. Remember the part where the Riddler is like 40 years old. Oh! and how he kidnapped you.
"Well, I wasn't doing anything anyways. You can stop bringing up age since that isn't what I'm thinking about and you know it," said Dahlia out of the blue. It caused Riddler to stop ranting and listen to her.
"Thinking about what exactly?" questioned the Riddler. It snapped Dahlia out of her chat with her mind.
"Oh! Umm..." Dahlia was now blushing," We were wondering... how old you were. You see, she is sure that you are over 40. So, umm... how old are you exactly?"
"Much too old for you darling," whispered Riddler in a low voice while giving a sly wink. This only made Dahlia blush more.
"That's not what I was thinking about! We were just doing something to pass the time! That's all!"
Jesus, you are a terrible liar. He sees right through that and your little blushing fit isn't helping.
"Both of you can't do this to me at the same time! What did you have to tell me, Riddler?"
"I think you should take a seat on the couch for this conversation. News like this can be rather traumatic," instructed Riddler dramatically. He sat on the opposite side of the couch, giving her space but close enough to seem intimate."Do you know who you're real father is?"
"I know my mother was raped, and that's about it."
"You're father is a very bad man. He kills unmercifully. He is known to rape women, but never has he left a victim alive. I highly doubt he thought your mom was special because she isn't particularly beautiful or smart. And I don't mean to offend."
"I've said worse about her."
"Well, the hard part is telling you who he is, so how about you deduce it with the evidence you have?"
"Evidence?How exactly can I figure this out?"
"You figured it out once but you were sent to a hypnotherapist when you were younger, and he removed parts of your memory. I am here to help you remember and bring out the true person under that cute girl routine you have going."
"I think I would know if something like that happened to me, and how would I have figured it out when I was a child but not now?"
"As a child you had a skin condition which you learned how to switch to human. The funny thing is you have in contacts correct?"
"Yeah."
"Take them out." Dahlia removed the contacts which were a hideous mud brown. The contacts were not for seeing, in fact, they made it harder for her to revealed a set of eyes that were completely black, but had thousands of gold speckles that made it seem like she had black, slit pupils. Riddler took the contacts and crushed them.
"Hey! Those are mine! I need those!"
"Here you will be feared for eyes like those. You have your fathers eyes, and everyone knows your father. Plus, I don't tolerate phonies."
"Oh! So then maybe I should take the black dye out of my hair because it is phony to you! I will not be ridiculed for my differences ever again!" Dahlia had started to tear up remembering how others feared her differences, and would laugh at them.
"Yes. The dye will go next and then we can discuss your skin condition and forgotten memories." And with that, Riddler grabbed her arm and lead her to the bathroom.
Dahlia sat on the couch with Riddler focusing on her past. Her hair was still damp from washing out the black dye. Her natural color was more of a pine green. She hated how dull the color seemed. Riddler was trying to get her to remember the memories the therapist had blocked.
Do you want my help?
"How will you be able to help me?" said Dahlia who was confused by the offer.
Where do you think I came from? I started when that man blocked off that part of your mind. He didn't just hide memories, he hid me from you. You were not born crazy. You were made this way by him. As you got stronger, I started to leak through. It will be painful for you to reconnect with me. After you remember I will no longer be seperate. Technically, I'll still be here.
"I need to remember."
So be it.
Pain started at the center of her brain working its way outward until she thought it would explode. It was the worst migraine she had ever felt multiplied by ten. At one point the pain became so unbearable that she passed out.
Riddler sat and watched as she squirmed in pain on the couch. After a while, she went into a state of unconsciousness. She mumbled things from memories she was probably remembering.
Perfect. She's going to realize everything then grow a hatred for that monster. When Croc sees her, she will tell him how much she hates him. He might even eat her from anger, and then he'll hate himself. After that I will go in and murder him. Studying her might prove interesting though. She obviously has similar traits to Croc, but he can't change his skin texture. She has hair on her scalp though. I wonder if she grows hair anywhere else on her figure? Don't think about that. She would indeed make a fine specimen to study, but I'm set on revenge. I'll have to pass on this opportunity. thought Riddler.
Riddler left the girl on the couch and returned to the desk. He sat there for almost two hours monitoring Arkham when he finally heard a russeling.
"Shit. What happened?" asked Dahlia.
"You passed out. Do you remember?" replied Edward. He was very interested but hid it from his voice.
"I remember everything. Is he really my father?"
"I'm afraid so."
" What do you mean by 'afraid so'?"
"Most would be horrified by having such a disgusting monster as a father."
"I always thought my father was a horrible person for leaving me with that women, but he never even knew I existed. He knows what it's like to be ridiculed and hated for these traits. I- I was wondering if I could just sit in my room and think on all this?"
"Umm... sure. Go ahead, but I'll be here so don't try anything." Riddler tried to sound menacing, but he was too shocked. He couldn't figure how she could talk about him so lovingly.
My father is Killer Croc. He raped my mother, and I am the product. My skin changes from human to crocodile-like. I wasn't insane. I was split in two. I am living with The Riddler. His real name is Edward Nygma. My fathers real name is Waylon Jones. I am slightly attracted to the Riddler, but it isn't Stockholm Syndrome. I love my father even though he is a very cruel criminal.
Dahlia kept repeating trying to get it to sink in. The more she said it, the more she focused on the parts pertaining to her father. In the end it became this:
My father is Waylon Jones aka Killer Croc, and I love him. I don't know if he loves me.
Suddenly, she stopped as a thought wormed its way to the front of her mind.
What if I met my dad?! Then I can figure out if he loves me! If he doesn't then.. Well, I don't know, but I have to meet him!
Riddler heard footsteps approaching his desk, so he turned around to greet Dahlia. She looked nervous, yet excited. She came towards him and sat down at his feet. She looked up at him with pleading eyes and said the most ridiculous thing he thought he would ever hear.
"I was wondering. As you know, I've never met my father. I thought now would be a good time to meet him, so you could take me to see him?" she mumbled the last part while speeding up.
"Did you say that you want me to take you to meet the most dangerous criminal in Arkham City?"
"I thought you were the most dangerous and smartest criminal in Gotham, so who better to take me?"said Dahlia in a sweet voice that made Riddler actually consider it.
"No. Me and your father are not on good terms. He would kill me in a second."
"Please?" Giving him puppy dog eyes.
"I- Well- No. Actually yeah but for a price." the prospect of seeing her father excited her so much that she jumped up further onto Riddlers lap. Her large breasts were pushed against his thighs and her hands gripped the handles of the chair. It was surprisingly pleasant for Riddler in a very innappropriate way.
"Really?! Oh Thank you! You're so- You're just the best."
"Yes. I know, but I said for a price. Now, you are wrinkling my suit." Dahlia blushed realizing how close she had moved onto Riddler.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing much. A little something here. Another thing there. Kill some spies. Just little things."
"You want me to murder someone?"
"Why, yes. Do you have a problem with that?"