Edward Nygma had no idea where he was.
He felt only two things.
Pain and grief.
Pain because it felt like his entire body had been fed through a meat processor, then sliced open so his organs could be rearranged.
And grief because Jonathan had been hurt and he had no idea how badly. They could have killed him right then and there…
They could have killed me too, but they didn't… the Riddler thought to himself. His head throbbed. It even hurt to think. He couldn't open his eyes. Something beeped softly near him and a sharp pain in his left arm was suddenly added to his already agonized body. A burning sensation, like a wave of fire washed over him.
And he surrendered to the blackness.
?
Jonathan Crane walked down one of Metropolis' back-roads, one hand pressed to the side of his head as if to stifle the pain.
But there was a deeper pain he couldn't stifle.
He hadn't found a trail. Well, he'd found a trail, but just a small one. A few drops of blood, leading nowhere. They ended at the street, which meant that they'd probably dragged the Riddler into a car and driven off. And they were long gone now.
The Master of Fear cursed and banged his fist against the brick wall of the nearest building. He was just aimlessly walking now, little more than wandering. He had no idea where to go and no way to get there. The car was back at the hotel and they might have thugs stationed there.
He'd have to steal transportation and then…then what? He had to go somewhere. He couldn't stay here. And he couldn't go back to Gotham. Sinking to the ground in an alley, the Scarecrow put his head in his hands and tried to think. Where could they have gone? Somewhere in Metropolis? Gotham? Or someplace else all together?
He had to start somewhere. Thugs were like ants. Where there was one, there was most certainly more around, no matter if you could see them or not. Jonathan decided he'd go downtown and ask around a little bit. But keep a lower profile. Act like a homeless person if he had to. Anything to find Eddie again. If there was anything left to find…
Angrily, Jonathan smacked his forehead, aggravating the large bruise that was spreading on the side of his head where the one thug had hit him. If he was going to look for Eddie, he had to think positive. Eddie used to…did….always try to be optimistic…
Taking a deep breath and trying not to think about the Riddler, Jonathan got up and headed back towards the bad side of town.
He had to find a thug and get him talking.
a/n: o wow! What is this? Two chapters in one day? Well, I was inspired. XD hope you like it! :D