Disc: don't own Jonathan, Eddie, Metropolis, or Superman
Edward Nygma walked, hands jammed in his pockets and a frown on his face, beside Jonathan Crane along one of the many paths in the park at the center of the buzzing city or Metropolis.
The Riddler wasn't particularly angry because they were trying to think of a way to remedy the Lockup situation. Right now he was more upset because the Master of Fear wouldn't let him stop to grab a hotdog from a vendor. The Prince of Puzzles was about to make a comment about the emptiness of his stomach, it had been such a long time since the complimentary breakfast at the hotel, but stopped when he saw the Scarecrow's expression. Eddie stood up a little straighter and observed Jonathan as they continued walking. The Master of Fear was apparently lost in thought, but instead of the half-grimace he usually wore when he was seriously thinking, a sad frown graced his features. It was almost as if he'd already given up.
But the Riddler wasn't going to let him do that in a hurry. No, he was going to help the Master of Fear and he was going to succeed, or his name wasn't Edward Nygma. With this valiant thought in mind, the Prince of Puzzles said, "So…what's the plan?" Jonathan blinked, as if he'd forgotten the other man was there. He looked at the Riddler for a second and then turned, slumping down on a park bench. Eddie perched beside him and waited for the Master of Fear to say something.
"The way I see it," Jonathan said after a moment, "the only way to fix the problem is to find its source and eliminate it."
Eddie nodded. "So, you're saying we should find Bolton and get rid of him?"
Jonathan nodded. "Something like that."
"Ok…but how do we find him? He could be anywhere."
The Master of Fear nodded. "True…but we have to start somewhere."
Eddie nodded again. "Ok, so I'm guessing our best bet would have probably been back in Gotham?"
"Not necessarily. You said he could be anywhere. If he was the one sending those thugs, and I'm fairly certain it was, judging from what the one who attacked you said before his end, he's probably smart enough not to be in the same city. Bolton is big and cruel. But he's also paranoid. All those locks? Not just for the city's protection, I'll bet. He would want to be out of the city before he sent his assassins. So there's still a good chance that he would be here."
The Prince of Puzzles looked at the Scarecrow, impressed. "Ok…so we start looking here? Ask around, look for leads?"
Jonathan nodded. "Even the 'sparkling city' of Metropolis has to have a bad side. We'll start there."
Eddie agreed, then grinned. "Ok, but first let's grab a hotdog!"
a/n: again, veery short. I am SO sorry, you guys. I love you all! 103 reviews? Wooow! :D I never thought I'd get so many! Thanks so much. And I hope to defeat writer's block and get a longer chapter up soon! Thanks again! :D