I bounced out of the police station finally satisfied with the information I had gotten from Batman, and if he wasn't a reliable source I didn't know what was…because he's Batman. On my way home my eyes kept straying to the folder in the passenger seat. I already knew it was too late for my mind to make anything out of the information (my brain didn't work after midnight, which probably explained my reaction to Batman) but I still couldn't help wondering what I was going to find tomorrow.
I snuck past the sleeping he-woman at the front desk, slipped up the stairs and into my room trying not to make any noise for my sake as much as theirs. I could hear a rat scurry my ear were so attuned. I opened my door, tossed the folder down on my desk and brushed my teeth. My eyes started to close even before I flopped down on the bed.
I jolted up into morning after a very bad nightmare of traps from the movie Saw. Rubbing my bleary eyes, I tried to un-see the blood bath that was still flashing in front of me. I hated gore...really; it was one of my pet peeves. I shivered at the thought of what would happen if I was forced to do harm to myself to live, surgically removing my eye on my own to get a key behind it that would free me, going through any kind of death trap really…ugh.
I pushed away the images and ruffled my hair. My eyes wandered to the forgotten folder on my desk from the night before and I jumped up to get it, having a moment of grace as I faceplanted on my way there. I shot up, firing mah lasers and snatched up a sharpie.
While I mapped out the rest of the locations, there was a very definite smile on my face. He had told me to find him and dammit I was going to if I had to rip apart the city! Once I had gotten all the new places down I figured there were only two possible locations that could fit him. Warehouses right next to each other on the water front. I smirked and folded up the maps into my pocket, grabbing a sandwich on my way out. 'Come and find me' like hell!
Both warehouses turned out to be pretty damn creepy, hence the current setting and motive. I felt like this was all part of a bad horror movie. The first one I sought out was condemned, and said so on the rusted shut doors. Wiping my hands on my jeans, I looked around and saw a cracked window that seemed pretty close to the ground and small enough for me to fit through. 'Why did I wear my tight jeans?' I thought to myself, swinging a leg up on the windowsill.
With a few minor cuts and bruises, I was successfully inside the dank building.
"Could use some flowers." I muttered to myself. I chuckled and got out my flashlight, shining it around in the pitch black. I was feeling a little nervous so I did what any sane person would do in this situation…talk to themselves.
"Where oh where could my Riddler be…" I checked in a small closet to the side, "oh where, oh where could he be?"
A sarcastic chuckle came from close behind me, close enough to feel body heat. I whirled around and went to slap anything that was in the way of my flying hand, only for it to be blocked by a cold cane. I jumped back, trying to get distance but only saw darkness as my flashlight had been whipped from my hand by the cane. Really? I could have gone to Gordon first, maybe even Batman, but nooo I had to play Nancy Drew!
"Your Riddler, huh? I like it…a bit possessive but," his breaths became closer to my face "I can sympathize." I sank lower to the floor, trying to get as much distance as possible by slipping under his arm. I was starting to run towards my light shining a few feet away but was jerked back by silk covered hands. I struggled feebly but even I could tell it. I wasn't really trying.
"Sorry sweetheart," he purred in my ear, "I hope you're good at…tests" I felt his smirk next to my temple, but was thrown off more by what he called me.
"Sw-?" Was all I had time to get out before chloroform was pressed against my nose and went limp, still being cradled.