Nigma strolled up the stairs, still counting his cash. He knew half of it was Crane's but he loved counting it, the feel of it in his gloved hands was wonderful. The best was this was only part of it; his goons were going out tomorrow to pawn the jewelry, watches, and other valuables. They had gotten away with an amazing heist at Wayne Manor and he was feeling good about life and was starting to plot his next master plan.

Walking into Sid's apartment, he saw the kid coming out of the bathroom reeking of bleach. Wrinkling his nose at the kid who was shutting the door, he went to walk past him.

"I left your clothes in the living room," the kid said before disappearing into the kitchen.

Making his way towards the living room, Nigma was still counting his money as he thought about the kid. It was still a weird situation to him with the kid living here almost like a slave to him. As he approached the living room he heard laughter. Thinking it was odd hearing two sets of laughs he opened the door to see Crane and Sid sitting on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between them laughing at the TV.

"Well now what's going on here?" he asked as he walked into the room folding the money and putting in in his hat.

"Watching horror movies," she said before laughing at the scared female on the TV who climbed out a second story window and was crawling on the roof. "She should of climb up to the top of the roof the idiot not try and get back into the house!"

"People cannot be this idiotic they are running right back into the killer's hands," Crane commented as Nigma picked up his clothes sitting on a chair.

"Well I'm going to go take a shower and leave you two love birds alone," he laughed as he walked back to the bathroom the kid has just left.

Entering the bathroom he was assaulted by the stench of bleach. It reminded him of Arkham whenever they tried to clean anything they would just spray it with bleach and call it a day. He had plan on taking a long shower but was in and out faster than he would have liked, but the bleach smell was assaulting his nostrils. As soon as he was dressed he walked back into the living room to find Crane sitting alone on the couch reading a book as the TV played some show on a cable network but was muted.

"Date not go so well?" he teased as he sat down next to Crane.

"It wasn't a date, we were waiting for you and where is my money?" Crane replied in a bored tone as he snapped the book shut.

"In my hat," he huffed as he grabbed his hat off the table next to him and handed Crane his cut. "That's only the cut from the cash; the rest should hopefully be cashed in by tomorrow."

"Is it wise to pawn the items this soon?" he asked counting the cash Nigma had given him.

"Johnny boy you usually like to just scare the shit out of people. While you are robbing them of their senses I rob them of their items I think I know what I am doing," Nigma grumbled as he reclined back on the couch. "You should learn not to question me."

"Remember not to question the Riddler got it," he stated, trying not to laugh.

"Oh shut up," Nigma snarled as he stood up. "I'm going back to my apartment, screw being afraid of the bat."

"Why risk it, there is a blow up mattress right there," he told him pointing to the blow up mattress in the corner with a pillow and blanket on in. "If you get caught how am I going to get the rest of my cut."

"Fine," Nigma sighed as sat down on the mattress. "Beats sleeping on that beat up mattress in my apartment.

Crane and Nigma were soon asleep, Crane crashing on the couch. Nigma found himself awaken but unsure of why. Getting up he noticed the time, it was only 5am he had only been asleep for two hours. Crane was still asleep when he walked out of the living room and walking down the hallway he heard a commotion in the kitchen.

"You aren't supposed to be here," he heard the kid's voice say.

"So what," said an unknown female voice. "She won't care, besides I'll be gone soon enough. Didn't you hear the exciting news? I'm starting Gotham U this coming spring semester and I need a place to crash before I can get into the dorms. Since I keep most of my clothes here and have a room why not visit my favorite sister and her juvenile freeloader…"

"I earn my keep," he interrupted her, and Nigma could hear her laughing at him.

"Keep telling yourself that," she snickered and he heard clicking of heels coming closer to the door.

Hiding in the open doorway of the bathroom he hid in the shadows as a young female teenager walked by in a short black tube dress and sliver pumps and walked into the room he knew was used as a closet. Once she was gone Nigma made his way to the kitchen to talk to the kid. Entering the kitchen he noticed it was empty. He was confused as the only door in the kitchen was the one he just entered.

Leaving the kitchen he silently walked down the hallway and peeked into the open door of the closet and that was empty as well. He knew there were secret passageways the kid use but what else did he not know about the apartment. This apartment was now a mystery he needed to solve, he loved new mysteries. Walking into the closet he noticed it was just a giant room filled with clothes, shoes, and other accessories and a trifold mirror in the right back corner.

"What are you doing?" Crane asked as he stood in the doorway.

"Looking for something," Nigma replied as he walked out, taking one last look into the room seeing if he missed anything.

"For what?" Crane asked as he followed Nigma back into the living room.

"Now who's the nosey one?" Nigma laughed as he turned on the TV to the morning news. "Looks like they found everyone except the assistant DA's girl."

"Avoiding the question typical," Crane muttered as they watched the news.

"I'm unraveling a mystery and I don't need to consult you," Nigma noted as he looked around the room and went over to the painting the kid had been behind the pervious times. Pushing it to the side he found wall. "This is like a damn fun house. Holes and people keep disappearing."

"If I get lucky maybe you'll disappear," Crane announced and Nigma rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you even a little curious about all this?" Nigma asked as Crane picked up the book he was reading last night.

"Nope," he said as he started to read and ignore Nigma.

"Fine, I'll solve this without any of your help," Nigma huffed as he put the painting back into place. "As I've said before you are soft on the girl. Stop ignoring me! You are so fustrating."

Thank you to my two reviewers Booklover1498 and Chronic Sandman.