Ridley's P.O.V.

Gasping I sat up and looked around frantically wondering where I was. I was met with a dull room with grey colored walls, a small window with a desk underneath and a rickety old bed that I was currently in. Where was I? Suddenly everything came back to me. School; the kidnapping; what must've been my fears via fear toxin. What did the villains of Gotham want with me?

Hesitantly I got out of the bed and winced as it let out a loud creak. Tiptoeing to the door I pressed my ear against it and listened intently. Nothing. Opening the door I was glad to find that it wasn't as squeaky as the bed. Slipping out into the hallway I quietly shut the door behind me and stared down the hall. The room I just came out of was at the very end and I saw at least two other doors lining the hall.

Walking, I studied each door as I came to it. The one on my immediate left was painted a bright green and had a purple question mark on it; Riddlers room then. The last one was a simple wood door with no decoration. I wonder who's that was. Reaching the end of the hallway I was met with a metal staircase. Halfway down them I stopped to listen; again nothing. Was it possible for me simply walk out if I wanted to?

Tiptoeing down the rest of the stairs, I froze when I heard laughter coming from one of the open doorways. Peering carefully into the room, I saw several people lounging around in what must've been the living room due to the several couches and chairs that dotted it as well as the ginormous flatscreen TV that took up the far wall. I identified several of the people, the infamous Joker with his pasty white skin and green hair was sitting in a chair with Harley perched on his lap, Poison Ivy was by one of the windows tending to a plant, and several others that I couldn't see very well as they all had their backs to me, were also there.

Holding my breath, I eased past the doorway and scurried down the hall. There! The front door stood ten feet ahead of me. Just a bit farther...

"Just where do you think you're going?" A voice growled, a hand wrapping around my waist. Struggling, I twisted around to see Riddler. Amusement flickered across his face when I beheld him. It wasn't like I was afraid (I was, but only a bit), I was more... surprised. It was like when you finally got to meet a huge, well known celebrity for the first time: they're not as impressive, and a heck of a lot smaller in person. What a disappointment. I stomped on his foot and he let out a grunt but didn't let me go.

"That's it," he snarled as he dragged me back the way I came.

"Whatcha got there Eddie?" Harley asked as Riddler dragged me past the doorway. The others turned to stare and Riddler stopped.

"She tried to escape," Riddler growled, "I'm taking her back to her room."

To be locked away for good, I thought.

Here I was, kidnapped and held prisoner by these crazy psychos. Why did they do it? Did they think they could get me to talk and tell them that Bruce was Batman? I was 90% sure Riddler already knew, cause he, well he claims to know everything. At least that's what Bruce said. The majority of the time that he'd actually cornered Riddler, he'd gotten him to talk. Bruce said this made it considerably easier to catch him because he got so caught up in boasting about his intelligence that he didn't even notice it was a trap. Guess he wasn't that smart after all.

"Why dontcha bring her in ta say hi?" Harley pouted. We now had everyone in the room focused on us, well rather me, that is.

"Not yet," Riddler said, "I need to test how smart she is first."

"More like he wants to keep her for as long as possible before we can get our hands on her," I heard a voice mutter, which was the followed by a raucous round of laughter as Riddler dragged me away.

Passing the stairs that I had come down earlier, I began to wonder where Riddler was taking me. He said that he wanted to test how smart I was so maybe one of his infamous Challenge Rooms? I hoped it wasn't to hard, Bruce told me about one when he'd been forced to go through one and barely escaped with his life. If Batman could barely do one, the then meant that I'd never be able to do one. Dread sat heavy in my stomach as we approached a solid metal door with the number 1 on it.

"In you go," Riddler said, opening the door and shoving my through before slamming the door.

Hey wait a minute! You can't just leave me in here! Let me out! I turned around and started banging on the door. The room was dimly lit, but I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings as I continued to pound on the door. I paused when I heard the crackling of a speaker from somewhere above.

"Testing, testing, is this thing on?" Riddler's voice said over the speaker. "Ah no matter, welcome Ridley Wayne! Are you ready? Well, even if you weren't, you're still doing this! Let's get started."

I whipped my head around wildly trying to find where the sound was coming from and finally located it, in the top righthand corner of the room.

"Now, since we don't want you dying quuuite yet, this one'll be easy. At least by my standards! See the desk in the middle of the room?"

I glanced around and realized that there actually was a desk as he said. It's dull brown surface was scratched and faded looking. A solitary lightbulb hug from the ceiling directly above it, the only light source in the room. A single rickety chair sat in front of the desk, the chair legs appearing like they'd barely support my weight.

"Go over to the desk and sit down," Riddler continued, "in the drawer you'll find a pencil, a pencil sharpener, eraser, and your test."

Grudgingly I did as he said. Sitting down carefully in the chair, I opened the drawer, which let out a loud screech, and took out the supplies. The test was a packet that must've had 5 or more pages, I bet it was front and back to.

"Now that you have everything you need," Riddler said cheerfully, "I'll go over the somethings before you start. You will only have 1 hour to complete the six page test front and back. That's all."

I glared at the speaker and Riddler tsked.

"Don't give me that look," he said, "I could make this much harder for you, but I'm feeling nice so you're very lucky."

Of course he had cameras in this room. I rolled my eyes. Having an hour to finish the test would be hard, but not impossible, I had complete faith in myself.

"Little too confident hmmm?" Riddler mused, "better cut it down to 45 minutes."

Jackass!

A timer descended from the ceiling, it's clock set at 45:00.

"Time starts now!"

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Chapter 7: Pressure

Summary: Taking her test, Ridley struggles with several problems and barely finishes in time. Jon comes in while Edward is grading Ridley's test and catches Edward doing something he shouldn't be.