The next morning I was woken by something very alien to me as of this week. Sunlight. I hadn't opened my eyes but I could sense the dim red glow seeping through my lids. He must have the best view of the Gotham bridge and river. My body was curled up against his, our legs intertwined and my head on his chest. I shivered as last night flashed back. Great god what had I done? No, it was all Ivy's fault, I had nothing to do with this.

Cracking an eye open, I blinked at the brightness of the natural light filling the room. I licked my lips with chagrin, tasting to see if the makeup was off.

'She's going to pay' I thought to myself weakly. Even if I was trying to be mad, the inevitable bliss soaked through. The smile playing around my mouth was urged forward by the sunshine streaming through the window.

I lifted my head and looked around groggily. The place was pretty well furnished for a villain on the run, better furnished than anywhere I had been able to stay when I was on the right side of the law. It looked like some high priced condo in New York. Really, a wrap around couch, double sided fireplace that could also be viewed from the bathroom, plasma screens and a very professional looking kitchen. All of course in green and purple.

"Who says crime doesn't pay?" I muttered.

The body next to me shifted onto it's side, and I looked down.

I hadn't really had time to look him over last night, being occupied by something...else. The guy wasn't scrawny like scarecrow, but he wasn't exactly build either. A small amount of muscle was there, just visible but most of the attention was drawn to the large, dark green question mark tattooed around his right pectoral and going down to the middle of his stomach. How had I not noticed that last night?

Oh god...where were my clothes? The first piece I saw wearable was his shirt. Cliché, but effective in my opinion, so I slipped it on over my head. Spotting a door on the far side of the room, I grinned and creeped over. I found it was unlocked. Since we were on the riverfront, a smell of soiled water lingered in the air. The sun was rising over the horizon and I sighed contentedly, bending my head back to relish the light breeze feathering across my skin.

'Such a nice scene' I thought to myself, soaking up the vitamin D as I leaned against the door frame.

I could escape. Run to the police and tell them exactly where he was and what he put me though. He knew I wouldn't and so did I. Something held me back, like I was trapped in a cage, I wanted to get away, always clawing at the bars but the monster in the shadowed corners was sucking me in, seducing and drawing me into a snare.

Three more challenges left and I would be free to go. But did I really want to? A tingling sensation passed through my stomach as I looked back at Edward in the bed. I had just slept with the same person who had kidnapped me, and kept me against my will. Studying his face, I had to wonder if he was the real monster, or if (as usual) society was to blame. My eyes went over the sun pooling in the covers, like the light had turned to liquid. I never had this in the outside world.

I took another look at the horizon line, pursed my lips and closed the door quietly. I was staying.

Walking over, I exhaled softly as his arms automatically wrapped around me when I got into bed. I detected a change in his breathing and sat as still as I possibly could, pretending to be asleep.

I felt him tighten around me, pulling me up so that his lips were hovering over my ear.

"I know you're awake" he whispered.

"So whats it to you?" I grinned up, not feeling like getting in a fight today.

"Well 'it' was a whole lot to me last night..."

"Shut up, that wasn't me" I murmured, embarrassed into his shoulder.

"Riddle me this!" Ugh, I shouldn't have woken him. "What has blonde hair, green eyes and was moaning like she had been possessed underneath me last night."

My face exploded with color.

"I-I d-didn't-"

"Oh yes you did! You know, you're more mouthy in bed as you are regularly, and I mean that in more ways than one."

"I-I ought to smack you so hard." I spat.

"Aw, was it not hard enough?" He looked quite happy with himself.

"Y-you-" I smacked him on his chest lightly, it was suddenly way too hot in here.

"So you didn't enjoy it? That's certainly not the message I was getting." He was barely containing a grin. I couldn't think of anything else to say so;

"S-shut up." I grumbled again.

"You know I'm magnificent in bed!" Really, he would be the one to pat himself on the back...well if you can't fight 'em, join 'em.

"Yeah, that's why you lasted less than an hour."

His face reddened.

"It was that drugged lipstick! You go on and on about how I drugged you, well you're guilty of the same thing!"

He had sat up and was crossing his arms, pouting like a three year old. I could change that soon enough. Smirking, I undid the top three buttons of his shirt and wrapped around his back, laying my hands on his shoulders. Hell, I could be evil whenever I felt like it now.

"I didn't like being drugged as much as you did." I purred. His spine snapped up as my mouth pressed against his upper back, hands going up into his hair.

"I-I er..." He was trying to resist. That was cute.

"Oh lets stay on track here, Eddie. You're going to cave to me this time."

"I wouldn't be too sure, sweetheart." He twisted around and dragged me into his lap. That wasn't a good sign.

"The Riddler gives in to no one"

Abort! Abort! I swerved away and-

"EDWARD!" The side door I had just been in slammed open. In it's wake was a short man with platinum blonde hair and a very tall top hat. I guess all his friends were good dressers too. Bright blue eyes focused on me pretty much straddling Eddie in bed, barely keeping his shirt on. I struggled to get off and buttoned the shirt up more, flushing in the awkward situation.

"Alice?"