I walked into the Riddler's cell and the first thing I noticed was the distinct scent of freshly printed books and the strange minty scent that you might notice in new cars when you open the doors for the first time.

There were bits of paper scattered around with several green question marks as I could have seen from my shifts but on closer inspection I found a stack under his cot that had a bunch of riddles on them. Most of them he had already asked me, but I folded a few sheets and put them in my pocket reasoning that they might be of help if we ever faced off. I managed to get my hands on a magnifying glass from the morgue and after cleaning it thoroughly, began a closer inspection of the room.

I slammed the door to my apartment with frustration a few hours later and huffed as I threw the little information I had on my desk.

I walked into the kitchen and took a leftover slice of pizza from the fridge. The police had nothing! Maybe a few crummy files on their computer but nothing that could be of help! It was like nothing was in hard copies anymore. I gnawed on my pizza and wandered into my room, flopping on the bed with a groan.

"Having trouble?"

My hair stood on edge and I let out a strangled scream. Voices wern't supposed to come out of dark corners in your room! Not where I came from at least!

"G-get out! Who are you?" I stood straight up, panicking completely.

"Forgotten already?" he tutted and stepped forward into the light. Of course he already knew where I lived! The Riddler was standing there in full gear, pressed green suit, violet domino mask, a cane threaded through his arms at the shoulders and all.

"H-how-" I stuttered. Not that I wasn't...happy...to see him. Or anything. Nope.

"Now really, do you need me to answer that? I'm me. No more explanation is needed. Have you figured out my riddle?" His mouth turned up into a smirk I found much more threatening than it wasn't encased in glass.

"You're asking me about this now?" I exclaimed incredulously.

His smirk froze and simply said, "Just...answer it. I know you've figured it out." I was suddenly very nervous when I took in the situation. There was a guy, even more, a crazy guy in my bedroom, asking me to answer a very thought inducing riddle. Thoughts I'd rather not have about a narcissistic lunatic that just escaped from a mental asylum. One I was supposed to be tracking down.

"B-but shouldn't you be hiding...or..." he knew I was supposed to be tracking him down, why wasn't he avoiding me, much less coming in my room and interrogating me!

"I don't feel the need to after what I removed from the police's system. Now what is the answer?" He strode across the room in a few steps until his cane was at my chin, as if this should have scared me. Well it did.

"I kiss!" I would have squeaked out 'please don't hurt me' afterwards but was silenced by his mouth on mine. My knees gave out and I tumbled down on the bed in shock, gasping for air. I felt the smirk on his lips as they worked expertly against mine seeming to find the combination to make my head spin. I was blindingly aware of his hand bracing the back of my neck, but all of it left much too soon.

"Come find me..." he whispered in my ear. The smirk was larger as he trailed his hand over my jawline and left though the open window as if the whole ordeal had never happened.

You might have expected me to ruffle though my papers, or call the police right afterwards but no. I just sat there...dizzy as hell and flustered as if we had made out for three hours. I don't think the time would have made a difference. I swallowed and tried to stand up just to fall back down again thinking, "I'm not reacting this way, this is all a dream"

Moving was out of the question for the time being, and I had been through a long...very emotionally challenging day, so I simply curled up and drifted off to sleep, two hours later.