It took two weeks for Nigma to get a plan together and another week for the rouges of Gotham to be roaming the streets again. Four months had passed, and Crane had locked himself in a warehouse on the docks making enough fear gas to bath all of Gotham in it. Nigma found him filling canisters as he entered the warehouse full of crates stacked up to the ceiling all packed with canisters of gas.

"Still here," Nigma said as he walked up to the table. "Have you stopped by the apartment like I recommended our last visit?"

"I'm busy," he replied as he started to crate the filled canisters. "How's the bank plan coming along."

"Just a few more details to go over and we will be ready to rob it," he informed him. Crane had worked with Nigma on a few bank robberies to make money to buy chemicals for his gas, and he was running low on ingredients again. "The kid thinks she is still alive. Claims she is still texting him on burner phones."

"The child is making up delusions so he will not have to face the truth of her death," Crane stated as he sealed the crate.

"Then how did he know you promised her to check in on her when you escape?" Nigma asked.

"Lucky guess," Crane told him as he lifted the crate. "Let me know when we are ready to rob this bank."

"We go tomorrow night," Nigma replied before leaving the warehouse.

Nigma had planned everything meticulously; every small detail for this job was perfect just like the other six banks he robbed since he escaped Arkham. Yet here he was running from the cops with two bags full of cash in his hands as Crane threw canisters of fear gas at the cops who were pursuing him. He knew the Bat-family would be busy across town with Joker taking over a TV station and holding Commissioner Gordon prisoner to stop them.

As they turned the next corner they came upon a road blocked by a cop car and two officers pointing guns in their face. Holding up his hands with the bags of cash still in them he looked back at Crane who was reaching for another canister with his free hand, his other had a bag full of cash in it, but stop when a warning shot was fired. The two cops had backed them against a store front. No more officers had pursued them since they where afflicted by the fear gas.

Racking his mind trying to figure out an escape plan, he noticed the cop evading the police cruiser flying at them. The cause of the car's movement was a black dodge charger slamming into the car. The tinted passenger window was rolled down.

"Get in," the driver ordered, and Nigma scrambled into the back of the car and Crane jumped into the front.

The car speed off into reverse before he could close his door. At an intersection he could feel the car spin the shoot off foreword down the road as he was tossed around in the back seat. Once he was able to steady himself he sat up to yell at their driver to be more careful, but he found himself speechless.

"You two are acting like you've seen a ghost," Sid laughed as she took another sharp turn.

"You're supposed to be dead!" Nigma yelled as he ripped off his that had shifted and covered his eyes after her last turn.

"That was not my decision," she replied as she zipped through the streets of Gotham. "The original plan was me escaping from the van, but the guild needed to dispose of some bodies. I text the kid to let him know I was still alive. What you didn't believe him?"

"He's a seven year old kid!" Nigma hissed, earning him a glare in the review mirror from Sid. "Crane said he was delusional!"

"You two are just lucky I came back tonight and have a police scanner," she replied as she made another sharp turn.

"What kind of getaway driver are you!" Nigma huffed as he tumbled around in the back seat.

"An effective one," she replied as she turned down an ally next to the apartment building.

Hitting a button on a keychain on her keys, the dumpster next to the building moved aside and the wall went up like a garage door. Pulling into the doorway the garage door went down as soon as she was in. The entire floor was filled with cars, bikes, and a lift surrounded by tool boxes. She parked the car and got out.

"Secret garage," Nigma stated as he stuffed the cash that had fallen out of his bags on the ride.

"Well I wasn't going to let out all my secrets," she replied as she turned to the sound of clicking heels.

"I expected you five minutes ago," T said as she walked towards them.

"Sorry had to pick up some unexpected passengers," she informed her heading to the now popped trunk and retrieving a duffle bag.

"Well him I know, but who is that?" T asked as she pointed to Nigma.

"I'm the Riddler! You should know that you daft girl!" Nigma hissed as he tied his money bags closed.

"T Nigma, Nigma my sister T," Sid said giving short introductions and pulling out an envelope. "By the way your mother wanted me to give you this,"

"You told my mother where I was," T huffed as she snatched the envelope and started counting the money inside. "She does know my favorite founding father, hello Mr. Franklin."

"She did have me daggling by my ankles over a vat of acid," Sid replied as she slipped a prescription bag she pulled out of the driver door into her duffle bag. "Now are we all done hanging out in the garage I would like to go to bed now."

"He doesn't talk much does he," T said as nudged her head towards Crane, who was standing there with a death grip on his mask and the cash bag in his hands.

"I'm just waiting for the explosion," Sid sighed.

Thank you to my reviewers HomicidalCow, Chronic Sandman, and booklover1598