Hi! Part 4! I hope you enjoy it!

I wrote it while my internet was down today...

"Batman," Edward said calmly as he heard the man hobble into the room, not even looking up from his work. Batman narrowed his eyes, not knowing how Riddler had known who it was without looking, but not being stupid enough to ask.

"Where's Joker gone?" Batman forced himself to ask.

Riddler sighed slightly, still not turning his head, still focusing on his soldering work, "The correct response to me saying 'Batman' is for you to say 'Riddler'. Joker's gone out for more supplies. I told him to wait for the others, but ino/i he imust/i have at least 1 thing to eat every two hours or he loses his concentration."

"Others?" Batman asked, feeling himself tense slightly at the thought of being as helpless as he was, and surrounded by more of these lowlifes than he already was.

Riddler nodded, "Yes, and I will ask you to be polite this time."

Batman frowned, wavering on his feet a little, but not wanting to sit down or go back to his room; he needed to stay up, stay alert. "What did I do last time?" he asked in an attempt to keep his mind focused.

Riddler smirked to himself, shaking his head a little, "You were incredibly rude, it was funny but I don't think Jervis appreciated it. He was a little hesitant about coming this time."

Batman let out a short grunt, shifting slightly, looking down longingly at the loose-leather armchair that sat by the door to the kitchen.

This house, he had discovered while walking through it, was really rather tiny; it had many rooms but all of them were around half the size of an Arkham cell. This room, it seemed, was intended to be the master bedroom.

Riddler quickly turned his head, his eyebrow raised, "You don't seem too well, Bruce, sit down, or go back to bed, I'm not having you ill when the others get here."

Batman's eyes widened, becoming still and tense. Riddler noticed and shook his head, "…Idiot… damn idiot. iYou told me/i," he said slowly, "A month and a half ago." He shook his head yet again, giving a gentle wave of his hand, "I'm not going to pretend I don't know."

Batman frowned deeply, a month and a half? How long had he been here? Why would he tell Riddler his name? He couldn't decide which question was more deserving of an immediate answer. "Why would I tell iyou/i?" he asked after a few seconds.

Riddler put down his soldering iron, turning himself on the spot to fully face Batman, "You don't need to know why. iYou/i can figure it out for yourself."

Batman grit his teeth, frustrated by the lack of an answer, but knowing the only way to get one from Riddler was to beat it out of him, with physical strength that he currently didn't have. "How long have I been here?"

"Joker didn't tell you?" Edward sneered, "Around… 3 failed attempts, 2 'hissy fits' and 1 mental breakdown ago."

"How long, Riddler?" Batman growled.

Edward shrugged, "Honestly, I'm not sure exactly. A little over 3 and a half months, I think. I'm usually a little more precise but, I got caught up in all this, and lost track somehow."

Batman looked down at Riddler's workdesk, not paying much attention to what Riddler was now rambling about. "What are you making?"

Riddler smiled, "You mean what are iwe/i making. Jervis, Ivy and Jon are doing the chemical side, me, you and Joker are doing the technical."

Batman frowned again, unable to make any real sense of what was being said, "Is that everyone?"

Edward shook his head, "No, there are others, we're just the most important… " He turned back to his work, "If you're not going to help, then go back to bed."

He frowned when Batman didn't move, "Or at least sit down?"

Batman looked down at the chair, it seemed to be almost mocking his weakness. He'd never wanted to hit an inanimate object so much in his life.

He jumped suddenly as a loud beep noise came from the floor below, Riddler however, didn't move an inch.

"Honey, I'm home!" Joker yelled up the stairs, "Got some yums!"

Edward rolled his eyes; he didn't eat when he was working, but Joker always got him food anyway. "What did you get this time?"

"Brownies! Chocolate fudge, with hazel-dust. Your favourite!"

Riddler growled, "I'm going to get fat if you keep getting me them…"

There was a loud rumble of footsteps as Joker ran up the stairs, coming through the door with his hand outstretched, a bag of brownies held in it. "Now you know my plan," Joker smirked as Riddler took them.

Batman frowned, watching their exchange, it made him uncomfortable, seeing them act like 'normal' people.

He hoped the others wouldn't act like that. That may be a little too much for him.

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