Both Becky and the Riddler stopped in there tracks as a massive roar shook the landscape, sending Becky crouching on the ground as the massive rumbling followed, sending the concrete nearly jumping from the impact.

"What on earth was that?" she asked, her heart pounding as she scrambled to her feet.

The Riddler's eyes widened. "We need to hurry. It's already started." he cried, as he took her arm and started to run towards the warehouse.

"What started?"

"If that roar is enough to go by, we were too late to stop Friitawa from transforming him. But we still have enough time to get in and find her before she decides to kill Jervis and Alice," he replied, starting to hack into the security files of the building.

"Jervis and Alice are in there?" she cried, anxiety filling her heart. If Jervis and Alice were in there, then that meant Friitawa needed him for controlling Jonathan, and was using Alice as leverage against him.

"Yes! We're in," he whooped, pulling his green computer out and downloading the information onto it.

"Thanks, Riddler. I owe you, one," she said, already sprinting for the opened entrance.

"Wait, take this," he said, tossing her an earpiece. "You'll need it if you want to get your cane and get to Friitawa."

She smiled, putting it into her ear. With a final nod towards her ally, she entered into the darkened warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, a tiny screw came loose, followed by its three other brothers as the Hatter made his way out of the ventilation shaft. His eyes were wild and mad, darting here and there, with a glass-eyed look of a snake about to shed its skin. His left eye kept twitching as he muttered to himself.

One of the guards who were posted outside his door noticed the man and approached him. "Hey, you're not supposed to be out of your cell."

The Hatter continued to mumble to himself, in a barely audible whisper. "'Twas Brillig, and the slithy toves…"

"Hey! I'm talking to you," he shouted, grabbing onto the littler man's sweater vest.

"…Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves," he continued to softly chant in a trance. And quick as lightning, he took his mallet and slammed it into his head, causing the man to fall into the wall with a sickening crack of his head as he collided with it, falling dead at the Hatter's feet. All while the smaller man continued his poem, stalking the corridors as he looked for Alice. "…And the mome raths outgrabe."

Alice looked up from her seat in the middle of the room. She could almost sense something was wrong. She could hear banging and several muffled screams coming from what she could guess were the guards that patrolled outside her cell. What on earth was going on out there? There was no window through which to see out of, only a blank wall with a barred, metal door that only unlocked from the outside.

She wiggled in her seat, trying to twist herself free from her bounds, but they were bound too tightly to budge. So, she tried rocking herself back and forth in her chair, tipping it along on its sides until, finally, the chair fell over on its side, sending Alice crashing down with it.

She huffed when she found she had only gotten herself tipped onto her side, which proved almost useless for her to get to her feet. She tried rolling to the other side, and managed to at least get into an upright position. Now, if only she could get her hands untied.

The Riddler checked on Becky's progress as he guided her down the hallways of the warehouse, careful to keep her away from any of numerous cameras that were posted along the hallways as well as the guards patrolling them. She was making good progress on the way, and she was nearly where Friitawa was keeping her cane.

"~Okay, I'm approaching a door. Is there any guards on the other side?~" Becky asked, her voice coming through the headphones he had plugged into his computer to communicate with her.

"No. They seem to be busy with a disturbance on the west side of the warehouse from where you are." He paused as he looked at one of the monitors in his lair. "Wait, there seems to be some security protocols in there that I need to decode. Hold on."

Becky waited patiently as she heard him typing onto his computer. She looked nervously around, making sure that no guards were coming near them as the Riddler decoded the code.

She was rewarded for her patience with a slight whoosh as the door opened. Looking this way, then that, she lunged into the room, crossing the threshold before the door closed behind her.

Only for her to freeze in place as she came face to face with a gigantic beast of a guard. He roared at her, causing her to kick herself back as his massive, gorilla-like hands slammed into the concrete floor.

"I thought you said that they were busy on the west side!" Becky shouted, dodging again as the massive giant swung his fists at her.

"~They were. Apparently, this one decided to stay,~" he replied sarcastically.

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed," she bit back, barely avoiding getting her head smashed in as she dodged a hit.

"~Calm down. I'm sure you can get past him.~"

"Easy for you to say, Nigma. You're not the one in a cramped hallway, trying to dodge a fist from over here!" she yelled, trying to dodge and wiggle her way through to the other side, only to find her way blocked by the guard's fists and massive bulk.

Then, as he charged again at her, she threw herself to the ground as he raced nearer and nearer to her. And just as he was about to run past her, she held her staff out, tripping him and causing him to bury his face into the nearby wall.

Not wanting to wait around while he dug his head out, Becky lunged into the room, breathing a sigh of relief as it closed and locked behind her.

But now she had other problems to attend to besides just a hulkish henchman. Her cane was locked in a glass display case, with numerous keypads attached to the door of the glass cage to make sure no one but their Mistress could unlock it.

"Alright, I got past him. But how do I get my cane out?" she asked into her earpiece, hoping that the Riddler knew the numbers to these keypads, otherwise, she would have to face Friitawa with just his staff, and with her luck, she probably wouldn't survive the fight.

No, she would need range and distance to confront Fright, and she could only do that with the attachments in her cane.

"~Hmm, this is unexpected,~" the Riddler muttered.

"What is?" she asked.

"~Apparently, these were set up by Friitawa herself. I don't know the password for these machines,~" he replied. "~But, I'm sure with my superior brain and computer hacking skills, that the code will be a cinch.~"

Another tremor shook the building, with Becky barely keeping her balance. "Well, I hope you can hurry it up, smarty pants. We don't have much time."

"~Give me a minute. These are WayneTech locks, they're a bit more complicated than the regular security ones.~" he replied, frantically typing into his keyboard.

Just then, the goon whom Becky had battled bashed his way into the room. Spotting her, he roared, and charged towards her direction.

"Riddler, now would be a good time!" she yelled into the microphone, leaping towards the side as he crashed into the wall, pulling himself out of the cracked hole he had made in the wall and was ready to charge her way again.

"~One second, Becky!~" he growled, still frantically typing away. These firewalls were relentless, and were constantly hijacking his attempts to even input the codes, not to mention keep the alarms and the cameras inside the room from ringing and alerting Friitawa to his and Becky's presence.

Becky lunged towards the opposite wall as he charged again. She needed a way to bring this brute down. But how?

Just then, her eyes caught sight of the display, and she grinned as she came up with a plan. Moving into position in front of the display, she then whistled loudly. "Hey, Gluteus Maximus! Over here!"

The goon roared, charging straight towards her.

Becky held her ground, silently counting. 1…2…3! She dove under his legs, sliding forward as the goon, who realized too late just what he was crashing into, tried to slow down. But the momentum couldn't be stopped, and he crashed into the pillar holding up the display case, causing it to lean forward and shatter onto the floor, freeing the trapped cane.

With a smile, she retrieved her cane, hugging it close to her. She was so happy to have it back. Now, all she had to do now was find her friend and stop Friitawa.

Suddenly, the alarm bells around the room started to clamor, causing her ears to ring.

"Nigma, what's happening?"

"~What do you think is happening, Becky? She found us. You need to move! Now!~" he yelled above the claxon of the ringing bells.

"I know that, genius," she snapped, lunging her way towards the door. She made her way around the hallway, trying to retrace her steps back to the main door. She needed to find a safe place to store the staff. She knew the Riddler would be pretty ticked if something happened to it. Already, the henchmen were tailing her, trying to catch the elusive mouse that managed to sneak past their security.

She fiddled with one of the pockets of her costume, pulling out three small spherical fear bombs. These were her last ones, so she had to make sure they lasted long enough for her to get to Friitawa.

Flicking one behind her, she held her breath as she raced towards the entrance. She stopped momentarily, just enough to catch her breath as she deposited the staff just outside the door of the entrance.

Looking back enough to make sure that the fear gas kept them busy, she dashed towards the east side, hoping to find a way to free her friend before Friitawa found her first.