The Riddler's Daughter

Wayne's Gala: Part 3

I couldn't imagine going back, no matter how bad I want it. The humility, I could imagine the smug look on my father's face as he rubbed in the fact I couldn't handle myself. He would be worse then when I left. What if he made me go back through training? All those rooms, puzzles, death traps. I couldn't go back to though that.

Robin smirked, kicking Joker aside. He seemed far too into this act of his. The hero crusade, it was disturbing that someone could believe in justice that much. Batman tossed a bat-a-rang across the room, striking Joker in the shoulder. Joker's only reply was dark chuckle. His hand slipped inside his purple trench, pulling out a handful of playing cards. These were no ordinary playing cards, flames emitted from them as they were flipped towards the bats. Batman growled, throwing up his cape up to block the attack. Awe, he was becoming annoyed. I couldn't help but smirk, him pissed off amused me.

"Ya ready for the fireworks Batty?"

A loud beeping noise echoed across the room. Uh no, listening carefully I traced the noise back to the drum set on stage. Batman must had done the same because his gaze shifted from behind his cowl to the drums. He looked over to Robin, hoping that Boy blunder could defuse it. However bird brain was preoccupied with clown thugs. Batman made one step forward before becoming confronted with the Joker. The two were in a full on brawl. What the hell! I'm not going to blow up because Batman's having a pissing battle with the Joker. Some hero! The beeping was growing faster. There was no way I could make it out of the room in time, being unseen. That would take away time I didn't have. I was practically on stage already, I had to get to that bomb. A quick analysis of the stage I determined the source of the bomb must be hooked from underneath the stage.

Slowly, I take a couple steps back. No one was looking, giving me the perfect chance to sneak underneath the stage. After a couple of steps I disappear from sight, crawling on my hands and knees to the source of the bomb. A red light was blinking in the distance, the bomb. I pick up my pace, working through the maze of wires. The bomb was one I'd seen before, a classic with only two working wires, the rest were duds. The two wires linked to stop detonation were almost always, black and red but that was too obvious for Joker. My eyes catch hold of thick, purple, green wires entangled in each other. It had to be those two. Gripping the wires tightly, I took a deep breath. Hopefully I am right about this, it has been ages since I've dealt with a bomb of this magnitude. I yank them out from the socket, snapping them in half. Click, the beeping stopped, time fading away to black. Oh thank god I wasn't going to die.

"TAKE THAT GIRLIE!"

Glass shatters across my head, making me realize my foolish mistake.

Rule number 34: Never turn your back on your opponent.

I uppercut Harley in the jaw, trying my best to stay up despite my fleeting consciousness. Something warm drips down the side of my head, I assume its blood. My senses started to zone out quickly. I could hardly make out a voice, calling my name in a frantic manner before Harley knocks me out cold.

The street was dark, a crowd gathered in the corner of the alleyway near her apartment. Emily push aside the people confused, unsure of what was happening. "What is all the commotion about? Hello? Can't anyone hear me, move aside I want to see." She felt so small, people shoved her backwards. No one seemed to hear her. Emily looked around, yellow police tape was the only thing she could see. Soft murmurs about some girl circled around, making her curious. Emily began to shove people out of her way, moving closer to what everyone as looking at.

"Mister what happened to the girl?"

A low voice asked from over her shoulder, she looked up to see a man in a green jacket with a fedora tilted inward to shelter his face. The police officer shook his head,