When I woke up the next day, my eyes felt glued shut. I had jolted up many times during the night to stop the damned recurring dreams that would flicker before me. Always the same lips...I shook my head to clear my thoughts and stretched up to the ceiling. I glanced at the worthless notes on my desk and resolved to go to Commissioner Gordon with the fact that the reason they had no files whatsoever on the Riddler was because their system was so easily hack-able.

I dragged myself to the desk and opened a very thin folder of his past hideouts. There weren't very many mapped out for his year and a half career he had going. There were only two shown in the list and I came to the conclusion that there had to be more, he had gotten caught numerous times and couldn't have just recycled these two, he was smarter than that. What had caused his "breakdown" peaked my interest on the next page and I couldn't help but feel like I was on his side. That asshole was just going to fire him? After creating his best selling game? That wasn't right; he was justified to go get revenge! Oops, having sympathy for these people wasn't going to help me at all.

I was contemplating whether or not to call Gordon to see if they had picked up any more files when my cell phone rang.

"Speak of the devil" I muttered and hit the green button.

"Ms. Zyne?" Gordon's voice crackled through the phone.

"Speaking."

"We might have something to help your case, meet me on top of the precinct headquarters at twelve thirty tonight." He hung up, apparently too cool to say something along the lines of 'if that's good for you'. I rolled my eyes; I disliked the commissioner more and more for some reason, probably his lack of manners and etiquette. There just weren't any good gentlemen left in this word.

I sighed in frustration and looked around the dirty apartment. Only living here for a week and a half it already looked like a pig pen. I would have spent more time on it, but Arkham kept me busy with my shift, plus some substituting for friends in their absence. When I wasn't working I was at the gym, trying to get in better shape. All the burly guards around me were making me feel self-conscious so I was trying to get some muscle. I might have been failing at the building exercises, but I did excel at the gymnastics workout. I loved fling around, my long blonde hair whipping behind me, it made me feel graceful, something very foreign to me. The instructor had seen how much I liked it and suggested the free whip lessons that came along with it. Of course I had accepted, thinking of Indiana Jones and loved it! Gotham was turning out to be very...eye opening so far.

The rest of the day I wandered through Arkham, talking to the inmates since my own post had left on its own accord. Around the end of my shift, I was chatting with Jonathan Crane and his…wife I think it was now.

"I really ought to be thanking you, none of the other guards treat us the way you do." Jonathan said.

I had to look up a ways from my short stature at his height and wrinkled my brow.

"What happens with the other guards, do I need to report this?"

Becky came up behind him and wove her fingers through his. "They are sure to stay within the regulations, but only just so that it still…gets on our nerves."

I reflected on this while walking out to my car and couldn't help the stab of annoyance that ran through my chest. I shook it off, saying that it couldn't be that bad or else someone would have done something about it by now. I checked my time and saw that I had a few hours to get to the gym before meeting Gordon.

Sweating profusely afterwards, I took a shower and ran a comb through my hair before getting in the car.

I walked in the precinct doors and saw the whole place bustling with action, as I figured a police station should be after a major breakout of Arkham. I walked to the front desk where a receptionist with French manicured nails, and perfectly coiffed hair was placing call after call on hold.

I cleared my throat pointedly at the counter. She didn't bat an eye so I tried again. Not getting a second glance I finally snapped

"Excuse you!" I did not like to be kept waiting to say the least. She gave me a 'bitch please' once over before replying coolly.

"May I help you?"

"I need to see Gordon" I snarled through gritted teeth.

"So does everyone else within a ten mile radius"

"Does everybody in a ten mile radius have an appointment?"

That shut her up.

"Go on in." she muttered.

"I was supposed to meet him on the roof?"

She twisted an eyebrow up at me and nodded to a side set of stairs.

It wasn't a very big building, only few stories so it could have been much, much worse than the two flights I had to climb. Being a very chilly evening, I wrapped my coat around me tighter.

"Miss Zyne I'd like you to meet an ally of mine, you might have heard of him." I turned my head slightly and saw Gordon standing in a corner near the famous bat signal. He shifted to the side to reveal The Batman standing in the shadows behind him, his midnight cape draped dramatically around his frame and eye holes gleaming in the darkness

My eyes widened to the size of flying saucers as it hit me over the head hard. I was…meeting...Batman! I suppose I really shouldn't have been goggling that much but mouth was closed at least. I really didn't know what to do after several moments of silence. Was I supposed to shake his hand? Kneel? Oh I hoped I wasn't supposed to kneel-

"I understand you've been put on Edward Nigma's case for the time being." The papers were right. It did sound like he was gargling marbles, but intimidating marbles.

"Correct"

He let his cape fall back and held out a manila folder to me.

"He might be able to wipe the police's system clean but he can't get near mine. All you need to know is in this."

I took it and looked through some of the papers, I was right. He did have many more hideouts that he had wiped clean. I looked up to thank him but saw only commissioner Gordon.

Gordon looked behind him and sighed.

"Yeah…he does that a lot."