The Riddler's Daughter

Wayne's Gala: Part 3

"Nuh uh uh, where do you think your going missy?"

Joker pulled me close, placing a blade on the edge of my neck. My heart was racing, normally I would not be this scared. Most situations I could talk my way out of however I couldn't give a way the fact I was the Riddler's daughter. No, it is not because I am obsessed with being normal. That is not the only reason I am playing it safe. The other reason I didn't want Joker to know what my relation to the Riddler was because it could make matters worse. In a city like Gotham people are alias or foes depending on which way the wind blew. At this moment, I had no insight on the alliance between him and my father. Mentioning I am the Riddler's daughter could get me killed instantly if they were not on good terms. It was best to keep quiet. Anything could set the Joker off, he was random, heartless. What is stopping him from killing me now? What am I thinking? Every second I stay in his grip leaves me more and more in danger. Surely, I could break free from this. Knee him in the back, kick him in the groin but would it make me look suspicious? What kind of normal girl could break free of a known psychopathic killer? Exactly. Any movement had to be logically planned, I couldn't let my impatience get to me. I had to wait it out. What the hell am I saying! THE JOKER HAS A FREAKIN KNIFE TO MY NECK and when have I ever been patient! I needed a way out, fast. I can not play along with this damsel in distress bull shit. Sure, Emily Nashton is my real name....and I don't want to spoil it just because I may be a little (a lot) scared of a clown. Maybe it will be okay, this is just a show right? At least my situation couldn't get any worse.

"Let the girl go."

Spoke too soon. That dark growl of his voice was unforgettable, one that I will always hate. He ruined my life and my fathers. Joker recognized it too, eyes lighting up like a childs on Christmas day. The shadow of the bat lurked above us. I sigh, so much for an easy job.

"Batsy you're never any fun."

The Joker's grip on me became tighter as him and the bats faced off in a stare down. I don't know which one I wanted to win more. My father made it clear to me that being saved by the bats would be more humiliating than death.

"Puddin' watch out!"

Harley's voice squeaks making everyone's head turn. Her warning was not soon enough, Robin pushed off the balcony, kicking Joker down to the ground. Indiana Jones style. I tumbled down into a somersault before springing back up to my feet.

A normal girl may have been stupid enough to run away but I knew better than that. Running away would only make Joker more fascinated in your death. His attention became focused on the dynamic duo. Please as if those two where any kind of dynamic. They are bumbling idiots, trust me I've faced them enough to know. I swear, Robin appeared shorter than the last time I faced him. Could Bats have replaced his beloved boy blunder while I was out of town? Ugh, I'll have to ask Jesse. He is going to be a cocky ass about it. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a footsteps coming from my left blind side. Shit. Harley. I was able to duck in just enough time so she collapsed over me. Soon enough me and her were engaged in a brawl while the bat and his little brat focused on the Joker. Harles, your simple mind has failed yet again underestimating your opponent, I wanted to say as I kicked her aside. A part of me wanted to tell her,taunt her with the information I knew that she did not. Taunting back would get me into so much trouble but it was one of the instincts I had obtained, working with the Riddler. A few good blows to Harley's head pushed her back into the wall, knocking her out.

I turn around to see the "notorious" Batman and Robin fighting off the Joker. They worked in a pair, kinda like I used to do with my father. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that missed it. A part of me wanted back into his twisted game while the other part wanted to live the normal life of Emily Nashton.