I had to take a shower of course, last night had left me feeling a little dirty in more ways than one. It looked like he had claimed it first though (a pity, if he had asked nicely we could have shared one) and since there was a nicer one in here, I could wait. Of course he took the longest showers ever, so I went to go scrounge in his kitchen. I settled on an apple, it kept the doctor away.

Feeling evil, I looked around the room and sneaked over to his desk. Snooping got me no where but trouble last time, but now I knew what to do. Just sleep with the guy and all was forgiven. There were scraps of paper around, just like his cell had been situated. In the center of it all was a mug with a question mark on it, a spare mask and most interesting of all, a copy of a magazine labeled 'CRIME', almost like a spinoff of TIME. I raised my eyebrow and saw who was on the cover, underneath Edward dressed in his finest was the headline;

Edward Nigma

Righteous Riddler

What is his next cynical conundrum?

'Cynical, indeed.' I thought as the shower switched off. Well I wanted a subscription to this! My eyes went half lidded when whistling started from the shower room. I was going to tempt him as much as I damn well could! His reaction was priceless after all.

Before he was out, I popped on the mask and sat down in his chair, propping my legs up on the table, figuring the extra bit of leg showing would bring him to his knees.

When he did finally appear from the steamy door way, towel draped around his waist and wet hair clinging to his forehead, I was flipping through the magazine. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see his mouth drop in astonishment for a second then click shut.

"Enjoying the view?" I simpered, mentally admiring the tattoo again.

"Just as long as you are."

"Indeed, I'm taking a shower next." I announced, swinging my legs up and over the desk, hurrying towards the now empty room.

"I'll alert the media...have you been in my desk?"

"I need to go get shower stuff!" I yelped, scurrying out of the room. When I had picked up my stuff I made a dash for the open doorway to the shower but was blocked by an arm.

"Need a hand?" He whispered in my ear.

"You missed your chance." I grinned, ducking under his arm and slamming the door behind me. Home free.

After the shower was wardrobe of course, I was really grateful Harley and Ivy had gone shopping for me since they seemed to know what they were doing. A green tank top with blue skinny jeans...I was a jeans and tee sort of girl, who cared about clothes as long as the covered you really.

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On the same roof that Beth and the Riddler were currently standing under, a troop of bats waited for their head to give the word.

"It's past noon, when is this gonna happen?" Nightwing snapped, tapping his foot impatiently. "And why are we out in broad daylight I thought he was one of the undead?"

Out of annoyance, Batgirl gave him a cold slap across the face.

"Will you shut up! I want to get this over with just as much as you do!"

All was silent then until the radio finally snapped on.

"Move in. And be careful."

The two lowered themselves down onto the pavement, looking for a possible entrance. They had spotted a side door with a car parked out front when Riddler and his hostage stumbled out. Nightwing quickly grabbed Batgirl into the shadows before they were caught and watched them drive away solemnly.

Barbra launched a small tracking device onto the bumper and rushed over to an alley where three police cars were waiting to be called in. She handed the screen to Gordon, instructing him to follow that, and move in when ready.

The two watched the squad drive away silently.

"He wouldn't like if you did that without him knowing." Nightwing smirked.

"Maybe he doesn't always know best."

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At the restaurant, Edward and I were seated in "his usual seat". A small booth in the corner, he had to keep a low profile of course. I wasn't sure if the head chief was waiting on us because Eddie was a regular, or if he was scared someone would get the order wrong. Either way it was great service. All this time a strange throbbing feeling had been bothering me, and I didn't want to think of what images I might dream up if I let my mind wander at the moment. My face was already red enough to fry an egg. I slid into a corner and hoped he wouldn't act on anything, I wouldn't be able to resist in this state...but of course he had to. I don't know what was making me this damn horny, but something had to be done about it, I thought as I tapped my fist on the table impatiently.

I glanced over beside me and saw the very, very evil expression. He had figured it out. That's it, I was toast. At least I felt like it in this room, they needed to turn down the heat! Even though I was staring blankly at the wall, I still felt him slide closer, trapping me against said wall and him.

"Is someone getting aroused? He purred softly, sliding his hand into mine and massaging soft circles into the back of it. If I was going to react this way to the simplest of touches...well this wasn't going to turn out well. My mind went dead as his lips hovered millimeters away from my ear, brushing my lobe with he spoke.

"You want to be sprawled underneath me," He whispered. My eyes widened and I felt something quiver inside me, like every syllable put me under a spell. I snapped my eyes shut, as if the fact that I couldn't see anything would make me invisible to the outside world as well. I felt him brush my hair aside that I was trying to hide my face with. I tried to steady my breathing, which was coming out in soft gasps and I felt his hand turn my face up to him. I refused to open my eyes still.

"You want to be writhing, clutching the bedpost above you and locking your legs around my back in unexplainable delight as I rock against you." Well there went my free will. I don't think I would have minded in the least if he bent me over this goddam table right n-

"FREEZE" My eyes snapped open in panic at the suddenness of the voice. Five police officers were standing around the table, all guns pointing to us, I felt the urge to shield him from them, like I was going to panic if one for them made a move for the trigger.

"RELEASE YOUR HOSTAGE!" He lifted his hands over his head slowly and rose out of the seat to give me access. Gordon held his hand out to assist me. But I didn't want to go!I wanted to-

I surveyed the situation closely, already forming a plan. Yes...perfect set up.

My eyes got clenched shut to make them seem watery as I flung myself at the commissioner, sobbing into his shoulder dramatically.

"Y-you don't know what he's d-done to me!" I gasped. A blanket was lifted over my excessively spasmodic shoulders, as if that would help.

"You're safe now, we've got you." Gordon comforted, patting my head and handing me off to a medical officer.

"Wait." I sniffed. Might as well play this up as much as possible I thought, so I whirled around and gave Edward a hard slap to the cheek. His unmasked eyes turned back after the shock had worn off and I felt the wind go out of me. They were swimming with tears of...hate. I opened my mouth, real liquid emotion forming in mine now as I realized he didn't get that this was a hoax. He thought I was betraying him, that I had lied and maybe that I had even lured him here.

"Okay, break it up." A woman in blue whirled Edward around and slammed him on the desk, handcuffing him and hustling him out the door. He didn't look at me once. Everything glazed over as I was helped into a car and taken into the police station for questioning. This plan had to work.