For those who haven't played the game, Riddler has inside men in the other Super Villains Gangs. Those are the henchmen that are in this story. Another thing is thank you so fucking much! To those who even glanced at this! I expected around 10 views and got over 110! You guys make this awesome!

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Chapter Four: To confuse a Riddler

It had been over a week since Dahlia agreed to serve Riddler. All he had made her do was be his maid. He made her wear a French maid outfit that was in black with green accents. She hid every time a henchmen came into the hideout because it was embarrassing. At first, she yelled at Riddler, refusing to to wear it. He compromised with her after she guessed the answer to a riddle correctly. She was allowed to wear opaque green stockings with the dress. She felt awkward with so much cleavage showing, but after a while she became used to it.

Dahlia was busying herself with The Riddlers breakfast while listening to music. She would lose herself in the song and started doing cute little dances and hops in her black pumps. She had become too comfortable in the hideout, so she didn't really stay alert anymore. She didn't hear heavy footsteps approaching her from behind, until she felt him press themselves close to her. She immediately tensed, and realized it was too big a form to be Riddler. She silently took the knife from under her skirt and spun around slashing at the creep. The henchmen screamed in pain from the deep gash in his abdomen. She felt a little bad, but then remembered how he was pressed against her and had his hands roaming her sides.

"You crazy bitch!" yelled the clown between his teeth in pain. Dahlia just stared at him reveling in the way he was suffering.

"You were being rude. I was just teaching you a little lesson. I don't think you've learned your lesson though since you called me a bi-" said Dahlia with a slight smirk but became angry when she heard someone interrupt her.

"What the fuck are you doing Dahlia?" interrupted Riddler. He was a little scared of the way she had a cruel smirk on her face. She looked like she was enjoying the pained breathing of the henchmen.

Dahlia looked up ready to attack the idiot who interrupted her. She saw the Riddler standing there looking shocked. She suddenly realized what she was doing and looked between the knife and the henchmen who was dying on the floor. Her face became blank and she turned around to plate the breakfast and pour a cup of coffee. She set the food down on the table and walked past with a blank expression. She walked up stairs to her room and gently closed the door. She walked to her full length mirror and looked at her reflection.

The dress had blood splattered on it. Her face was emotionless but also covered in blood. Her hands were shaking at her sides. The knife was still in her hands and she let it clatter to the floor. Suddenly she felt panicked and scared. She ran to the shower and jumped in turning the water to cold. Her dress soaked up the water letting it remove the blood. She let the freezing water run over her face and body. She spaced out and when she came out of it her body was numb from the cold. She looked into the mirror when she got out. Her lips were turning blue and her body wouldn't stop shivering. She took her clothing off and got into her bed.

Riddler watched her finish setting his breakfast and listened to her climb the stairs and turn on the shower. He called for another henchmen to remove the dead one on the floor. He took his breakfast to his desk and watched Dahlia on his monitors. She stood there in her shower for almost an hour. He thought about going to see her, but she needed to think about what she had just done.

Her first murder and I didn't even have to order it. I wonder what he did to make her slice open his stomach. She seemed to enjoy it, so using her for henchmen duties won't be too difficult. She is definitely her fathers daughter. Maybe my plan could be altered. I don't have to kill her yet, and she might come in handy. thought Riddler. I should go check on her. What a nuisance.

Riddler walked up the stairs to get her. She needed to clean his dishes and make him more coffee. He opened her door to find her soaking clothes littered on the floor. He walked up to her sleeping form on the bed and noticed she hadn't toweled off. She was going to catch Hypothermia and that wouldn't work for his plan, so he pulled back the sheet to pick her up. Riddler face flushed bright red when he saw she went to bed naked. He quickly wrapped her in the sheet and carried her to his own bed. He set her down and, without looking, pulled the wet sheet off. He pulled his own comforter over her form. She started to stir, so he headed down stairs and saw some henchmen playing cards at the table.

"Get out and go spy on someone." ordered the Riddler. The henchmen quickly grabbed their cards and winnings and left the hideout. Riddler sat at his desk and tried to concentrate on new traps, but he kept conjuring the image of her naked in bed. Of course, her hair and arm had covered her breasts for the most part and she had laid on her stomach. It was like her body was teasing him. He had seen everything but the most sacred parts. He cleared his mind remembering she was only 17, and he wasn't a pedophile.

Dahlia awoke in a dry bed that didn't feel like hers. Funny how she now consider that room hers. Two weeks and she called this home. She no longer felt like a Gothamite, but a citizen of Arkham City. She never felt guilty over the dead man, but it gave her a high and when she came upstairs it was like she was coming down. She felt weaker. She remembered how it felt when the blade slice through the muscle. It would be difficult for most to cut so cleanly, but she had enhanced abilities just like her father.

I wonder if father would be proud. Would he love me more if he knew how much we were alike? How I enjoy gutting my prey? thought Dahlia. She looked around and realized she was in Riddlers bed. Someone had to have moved her here, but she was naked. She thought a henchmen had moved her and she felt violated. Then she realized Riddler didn't let the henchmen near her, so it must have been him. This made Dahlia blush, and her mind imagined him looking over her naked form. No! I am 17 and that is illegal. Plus, he would never go for me. I've seen his old henchwomen. They are tall and stick skinny and beautiful. Wow. I am really insecure. I am skinny. I'm not tall, but it adds to my cuteness. It makes me seem helpless, but they should know that I am very deadly.

Dahlia got up and went to Riddlers dresser and retrieved a green dress shirt. She put it on and left for her room. She put on a bra and underwear. She didn't want to put on clothes, so she put his shirt back on and went downstairs.

Riddler heard her approaching him. She reached around him and picked up his dishes. He noticed her arm had rolled up green sleeves from one of his shirts. He spun around, planning to scold her for wearing his clothing.

"Why the fuck are you-" Riddler stopped as he saw her. The shirt wouldn't button over her large chest. She didn't wear any pants but it went down to almost midthigh. The dark green contrasted nicely with her pale skin. Riddler had grabbed her arm causing her to lean forward just enough for him to see into the shirt. She looked up at him in an innocent way through her dark bangs.

"I was going to clean up before lunch. I figured you had sent the henchmen away, so I didn't bother with pants. Sorry for taking your shirt, but it is really comfy." explained Dahlia. Riddler quickly spun around releasing her arm when he felt himself become aroused at her appearance. He busied himself with useless papers and contraptions.

"Whatever. Just make sure you don't ruin it. Now go do you chores then come back. We have some things to discuss." said Riddler in an awkward tone. Dahlia took his dishes to the kitchen and started washing them.

She is 17 and is Crocs daughter. She isn't like your other sidekicks. If I just fuck her and leave her, she could potentially kill me, or have her daddy do it. God! Think of something else! Don't think about how she looked in your shirt! Ugh! thought a frazzled Riddler.

"Ahhh!"screamed Dahlia in a distressed voice. Riddler ran into the kitchen expecting a man attacking her, instead she was trying to block water spewing from the broken faucet. " Riddler! Help me!" Riddler turned off the faucet and looked over at Dahlia.

She was soaking wet again. The shirt clung tight to her fit form. She looked up at him with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry," murmured Dahlia. It snapped Riddler out of his moment ogling her breasts.

"Huh?" replied a confused Riddler," What for?"

"I ruined your shirt right after I promised I wouldn't," answered a shy Dahlia. Her looking up at him through her bangs soaking wet wasn't helping him calm himself down. He cleared his throat and turned away quickly to change his now damp clothing. She walked behind him up the stairs.

"Are you following me?" Snapped the Riddler. Spinning to see a shocked Dahlia.

"No. I was heading to my room to change, and then I was going to dry our clothes." replied Dahlia curious about his weird behavior. "Are you okay? Your being a little strange..."

"I- I'm- Yeah whatever. I have to change," mumbled Riddler. He basically ran to his room at the end of the hall. Dahlia walked into her room and changed quickly. She then went to Riddlers room. She knocked, but no one answered, so she opened the door to a half naked Riddler. She immediately blushed and couldn't think, so she stood there staring at his corded lean, yet muscled, body in nothing but neon green briefs. He looked over at her, and for a second was shocked then he decided to mess with her a bit. He saw how flushed her face was and she couldn't take her eyes off his defined muscles. He walked over to her and pushe himself against her. His body trapped her on the wall by the door.

His 6'2" frame towered over her 5'4" one. He lifted her up harshly, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist above his hip bones. Her hands grabbed onto his shoulders scared he would drop her. Dahlia was slightly frightened because Riddler would sometimes get angry and hurt her . She looked at his face noticing not anger, but a sexy smirk that made her blush more. Dahlia had never been this close to another person before, especially not one of the opposite sex.

"Now... Why are you in my room?" As he spoke, he leaned in closer until his mouth was over her throat. She was terrified, but excited. She had never felt anything like this before. She felt him grind his hips into her slightly. she felt something rub into her. Dahlia never took sex ed classes, so she understood sexual things to a certain extent. She didn't want to seem stupid to Edward.

Think about your self defense classes. The teacher said something about hitting a man between his legs. What's there?

"Why do you look so confused, Dahlia?" questioned Riddler. As soon as he accidently rubbed against her, she put on her confused face. He wondered how much she knew about sex. "It couldn't be that you don't understand sex is it?"

Throwing a guess out there almost sarcastically.There is no way she doesn't know. She is way to attractive to be a virgin.

Dahlia snapped her head up to look at him when he asked his question. How did he-? Of course he guessed it. He is the Riddler after all.

"I- um... maybe?" answered Dahlia sheepishly. She stared off to the side to avoid his inevitable ridicule at her ignorance. She heard him gasp and then become silent for several minutes. She turned to face him, and his face was half shock and half confused.

"How could that be possible? Don't that teach you anything in school?"

"When we went through anything like that my foster mother at the time would have me removed from class. She thought it was innappropriate for a young lady to know such things. I liked the way she told me that I was to stay absolutely pure until my wedding night. It was romantic that he would be my one and only." explained Dahlia shyly.

"How much do you know? Do you know anything about anatomy?"

"umm... Not really I understand things like organs, but nothing about private parts..." whispered Dahlia still blushing. Riddler just stood against the girl in shock that someone her age could know so little. He set her down on her feet. He didn't know what to do with this newfound information. He just knew that the idea of her staying with only one man forever, and never having been corrupted sexually pleased him. The more he thought on it the more perverted his ideas became.

"Go downstairs and wait on the couch for me," ordered Riddler.

"Okay" Dahlia ran downstairs embarrassed and sat on the couch. Riddler appeared several minutes later in a new, nicer suit.

"Go get dressed in that outfit I got you. We have to pay a visit to Joker."

Riddler is going to shift more into his badass super villain persona. I'm sorry if you don't like that he is being not very evil and insane. He will be. I hope these chapters are long enough. They seem really long when I'm writing them but then I realize they are kinda short. I'll try to write longer chapters.