Gotham city! A fair autumn day has provided the perfect weather for Gotham State\nUniversity’s row team to practice at one of Gotham’s biggest lakes for their\nnext big event. Little did they suspect a number of city news sources to show\ninterest.
\nAs Alexis Johnson, 18, dragged her small two person boat back to shore with a\nfellow teammate, she was quickly ambushed by photographers and reporters in\ntrenchcoats.
\n“Alexis!” one of the reporters shouted as the young woman turned around to face\nhim, her shoulder length sandy tresses spilling over her face. The male reporter\nrudely pushed the other girl out of the way. “Next week will be your first big\nrowing competition for Gotham State... are you excited?”
\nThe rest of the rowing team seemed to be spared by the group of news reporters\nat the moment, checking on the many boats they came to test that day. Everything\nmade Alexis slightly nervous. When did Gotham’s press ever take such a big\nnotice in the row team?
\n“Of course, I’m excited,” Alexis said with a heartwarming smile and beaming\neyes, hoping her annoyance and distrust didn’t peak in her voice. “We’ve been\nworking hard for competition and we’ll be working hard for it today.”
\n“Oh, I’ll bet,” another reporter agreed as her accompanying photographer flashed\nhis camera in poor Alexis’s face. “But even with the small time meets you’ve\nbeen doing since you’ve enrolled, this is your first time playing in the big\nleagues, wouldn’t you say?”
\n“I wouldn’t call the row team for Gotham University the big leagues,” Alexis\nsaid kindly, fighting to keep her eyes still as the temptation to roll them was\nso strong. “I did pretty well at Gotham High and I would hope to continue\nthrough college and possibly pursue the sport longer than that. I’m very happy\nto be on the team, I like my teammates, and even my coach is awesome. Now, if\nyou’ll excuse me.”
\n“You gained quite a lot of accolades at Gotham High,” one of the reporters noted\nas he shoved a microphone in her face. So many reporters and photographers\ncrowded the young lady that she couldn’t tell many of them were there in total.\n“Will you be able to carry that success in the University? There’s no doubt that\nyou’ll be competing against some of the best rowers and row teams in the\ncountry.”
\n“Miss, with all due respect, I’ve been in meets, regionals, and even nationals\nsince I was a kid. My coaches have trained me pretty hard. Whether I’ll continue\nmy success or not, I’m not too concerned. I love this sport. I love winning too,\nbut I’m not so hard pressed about it that I can’t function without winning. But\nI will give my all for my team, my school, and everyone that believes in me.”\nThe girl glared into one of the cameras. “I would say ‘hi, dad’, but... he\ndoesn’t watch the news. Thinks its all propaganda. Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
\n“Your father had that big gambling problem long before you enrolled in GSU,\ndidn’t he?”
\nAlexis didn’t see exactly which male offered the strange, unexpected and\ninvasive question, since her back was turned to make her leave. The harsh\ncomment made her turn back to the row of reporters immediately, her smile\nuncontainable now as a frown tugged her lips downward. “Excuse me?”
\n“I think what he meant to say,” a female reporter added, “is that your father\nhas problems. Great business man, well deserved wealth, but probably too much\nalcohol. Clouds the judgement.”
\n“Hey!” Alexis immediately stood defiantly, her cheerful demeanor annihilated\nunder a heated grimace across her pretty face. “You know nothing about my family\nor me. If you want to watch the practice, then watch the practice. But you watch\nyour mouth around me. I don’t like being harassed like this.”
\n“Blah, blah, blah!” A new, strange voice seemed to ripple from the middle of the\ncrowd of reporters. News personnel were pushed out of the way as an eccentric\nlooking man made his way through, his checkered hat and trenchcoat draped around\nhim like a horrible Colombo parody. Alexis tried to get a look at his face, but\nhe was holding his hat down over his face with one strong hand with a microphone\ngrasped in his opposite fist. “None of you are going to get any real answers\nwithout any real questions!”
\nAlexis was surprised by how much the crowd of reporters had calmed down when\nthis strange man entered the scene, as if his weirdness captivated the crowd.
\nThe man made his way to the front of the crowd, still concealing his face with\nthe brim of his hat as he inconsiderately thrusted his microphone to the poor\ngirl’s lips. “This is what everyone really wants to know, Alexis Johnson!\nWhen... is a row boat... artificial? Hoo hoo....”
\nThe sandy haired athlete stared confusingly at the man in the checkered hat and\ntrenchcoat. She offered a little laugh, both relieved by the surprise corniness\nof an obvious joke amongst invasive insults and frightened by the peculiarity of\nthe man’s question. “Well... I... I don’t know.”
\nThe man looked up, eye to eye with Alexis as his face was shrouded behind a\nblank, shiny purple mask with question marks. “When it’s a\nrooooooooooooooooooooooooow bot! Huu hu, hu huhuhuhuu!”
\nThe rounded tip of the microphone expelled a harsh stream of lilac tinted gas\ninto the young athlete's face, causing her head to shift backwards.\nConsciousness was robbed immediately, and her body fell limp less to the ground.
\nAlexis’s teammate, who had been watching helplessly on the sidelines of the\nreporters since she was first pushed out of the way, gasped as she attempted to\nstep towards her friend. “Hey, what are you doing!”
\nImmediately, the sea of reporters turned towards the concerned girl. With\nmicrophones raised, they sprayed purple gases towards her as they rose clothing\nand trenchcoat collars protectively towards their noses. The girl dropped like a\nfly.
\nOther teammates started to take note of the perilous situation after hearing the\ngirl’s shout and the hissing of gas. Any attention they gave, however, came too\nlate as the reporters spread along the field like exterminators, spraying their\nlilac sleeping gases along the green after they produced portable gas masks from\ntheir coats and strapped them to their faces. The helpless row boat team reacted\npoorly, unable to run far before sleep claimed them.
\nThe man in the purple, question marked mask held onto Alexis in his arms and\ninspected her face. He had caressed her left cheek for a moment, then rudely\nslapped at it. He had no reason to check, even as he lifted her eyelids and\nstared into her unresponsive, icy blue eyes. The girl was out cold, and why\nwouldn’t she be? She had been doused with the best knockout gas in the business.
\nTwo of the fake reporters had already discarded their trenchcoat disguises,\ndressed in their criminal bum attire as they helped each other carry a small\nmetallic boat, fit for two people. A matching metal oar rested inside of the\nlittle contraption.
\n“Here you go, boss,” one of the thugs announced. “Row bot build for two.”
\n“And I always keep my promises, do I not?” Riddler cradled the unconscious woman\nclose to his chest as the men moved the boat out to the tip of the shore. “Come\nalong, Alexis. It’s time we discuss this unfortunate... conundrum of a riddle\nyour daddy has involved you in.”
\nThe Riddler handed the young woman to his subordinate criminals, who quickly\nworked to rope the athlete’s wrists and ankles tight. Then, with The Riddler\nwaiting at the head of the boat, the goons carefully sat the slumbering girl\nopposite of him.
\n“That’s the ticket, lads!” Riddler voiced before cackling maniacally. “We’ll\ncontinue Alexis’s interview at Riddler HQ!”
\nThe row boat immediately sped off with the click of a button on The Riddler’s\noar. His insane chortle didn’t seem to end until he was well out of sight.
\nMr. Johnson drank his next scotch with a pronounced sigh, wishing he could share\nthe sound with someone, anyone, in that lonely bar. There were people walking\nall over, calmly smoking and having a drink themselves, but he knew he couldn’t\nconnect to any of them, and surely, he couldn’t share his private woes with any\nof them either.
\nThe businessman knew he shouldn’t have been there. For one, the place was seedy,\nnot as bad as crime alley or any of the other places with their own dark hole in\nthe walls, but it wasn’t a ritzy scene. Still, it wasn’t bad, and it wasn’t a\ncriminal hotspot just as much as it wasn’t a rich socialite’s playground. The\nHap Cat was just a normal, quiet bar for your run of the mill folks that didn’t\nwant any trouble. There was no danger of accidentally stepping on a boorish\ncharacter’s boots but no danger of accidentally embarrassing yourself in front\nof big shots, either. Charles had never accidentally ran into his associates or\nbusiness partners in this bar, either, so he knew this was a place where he\ncould get away and no one, not even the laconic bartender, would bother with\ngetting to know his name.
\nCharles was still lonely, but you couldn’t have the best of both worlds all the\ntime.
\nSo far, the businessman had been lucky. For 20 years, raising assets and winning\nhigh risk stakes had been his forte. Lately, however, he couldn’t help but\nwonder if the pickle he was in was his worst yet. In his legitimate job,\neverything was fine, just swell, or at least seemed that way on the surface to\nhis co-workers and clients. In actually, his underworld dealings were catching\nup to him. The fear and anxiety was weighing heavily on his usually controlled\nalcoholism, and his wife’s patience was wearing thin. Even his daughter had\nrefused to talk to him a few weeks, getting absorbed in her college life. The\ndrinking was bad enough. What if they knew about the gambling spots, the\nprostitutes, the ‘favors’ he sometimes hired roughnecks to do? And the guys he\ngot in deep with this time told him they had a well known boss in Gotham’s\nunderworld, a really big time guy...
\nOh man, did he need more than just the two drinks he already finished.
\nThe man was about to cry before a beautiful woman grabbed the chair opposite of\nhis small table, placing what looked like a glass of rum and coke on the table.\n“Need another?” She pushed the other emptied drink out of Johnson’s way.
\nJohnson looked the woman in the face. She was beautiful, alright. Though he had\nnoticed her sleek yet curvy legs and hips first as they were hugged in her tight\nblue dress, he immediately realized how soft and milky her skin was. Even her\neyes were a striking blue that matched her dress and complimented her red,\nslightly spiked hair. “Oh, wow! This is the first time a woman has ever brought\na drink to me! Usually, it’s the other way around, and I fail miserably.”
\nThe woman nodded as she took a seat, not waiting for an invitation. “Which is\nwhy you often produce the cash for what you’re really after.”
\nJohnson had to smirk. Of course, it had been too good to be true. “Ah, I see.\nWell, I do have time, I guess. The day is still young.” The sly businessman\npulled his foot out of his shoe and pressed his expensive sock against the\nwoman’s leg, teasing her with rubbing toes. “How much?”
\nThe woman rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m not that kind of girl.” The woman looked at\nJohnson’s face with a slightly amused smirk. “Besides, I’m nearly young enough\nto be your daughter.”
\nThe man leaned back in his chair a bit, noticeably disturbed by the woman’s\ncomment. He drew his foot away immediately.
\n“But I do know how much you like that sort of thing, Mr. Johnson. The\nprostitutes, I mean.”
\nThe man gulped, putting the rum and coke down as his eyes peered nervously at\nthe woman. “How do you-”
\n“Enough of that, we don’t have enough time.” The woman pulled up a newspaper and\nflapped it open, fluffing it out a few times as if to knock out some wrinkles.\n“Let’s discuss business,” she said, her eyes glancing on the inside contents of\nthe newspaper nonchalantly.
\n“Um, okay.” The man looked at the woman with a cautious glance. “Did the man\nsend you? I mean the... the really important guy those thugs told me about?”
\n“Yes,” the woman answered without missing a beat. “He did.” The woman sat quite\nsnugly in her chair, an easy smile creeping along her lips. “Interesting article\nthis week, I must say. Hmm.”
\nThe man’s eyes narrowed, feeling like he was on the end of a cruel and drawn out\njoke. “Exactly what is it you’re reading, miss?”
\n“Quite a conundrum. But it’s not for me to solve.”
\n“Huh?”
\n“It’s for you to solve. Yes. Has your name written all over it, Johnson. He’ll\nbe waiting. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” The woman folded the paper and threw it\nrudely into Johnson’s face before standing up and quickly walking towards the\nbar’s exit.
\n“Wait,” Johnson said as he stood up, walking towards the woman. “Wait!” He tried\nto chase the woman down as his hand grasped the newspaper, surprised that she\nwas so quick in her heels. Some of the other patrons looked at the shouting man\nas he chased down the sophisticated looking woman, obviously annoyed.
\n“Pervert!” the woman in the blue dress shouted as she neared the door, spraying\nJohnson with what looked like a miniature bottle of mace. Immediately, he raised\nhis hands to his face, expecting a load of pain and burning. He was pleasantly\nsurprised to find that he was unharmed, his face spared of any real pain. By the\ntime he had come to that realization, however, the woman was well out of the\ndoor.
\n“You upsettin’ the dames in here, pal?” the bartender shouted. “This is a\npeaceful bar, we don’t need jokers like you around here. Get the hell out!”
\n“I’m sorry!” Johnson shouted to the bartender as he obeyed the command, leaving\nthe bar. How disappointing. He hoped he hadn’t blown his chances at going to Hap\nCat again.
\nJohnson looked to both sides of the street as Gothamites walked in crowds along\nthe sidewalk. The woman was gone.
\nDiscouraged, the man started to walk away from the bar. So, he thought, the lady\nworks for whatever guy I upset. The real big wig. Or maybe she was just teasing\nhim, just saying yes to confuse or upset him. What a mess. He was already\nparanoid, looking over both shoulders, expecting to get beat up or whacked as he\nwalked along the Gotham streets, but he never thought his enemy would send a\npretty girl in a blue dress to get his attention.
\nAll he had was the newspaper now, and if that didn’t bring up any clues, he\ndidn’t know where he’d get more answers.
\nLooking at the front of the newspaper only brought more questions than answers,\nthough. Literally. The newspaper wasn’t a well known commercial paper like the\nGotham Herald or the Gothamite Gazette. No, this one had a strange title, and\nstory titles that made no sense. The title read Conundrum Junction, with the\nday’s current date under it. Besides that, in small yet bold letters were the\nwords- Johnson Edition.
\n“What the heck?” Johnson uttered uncomfortably.
\nThe news stories titles were just as strange and upsettling. His body chilled as\nhe read the title, “When is a Johnson not a Johnson?” The others seemed to just\nbe filler, something to make the newspaper seem more weighty than it should have\nbeen. “The Question of Morality” and “How do Cows Produce Chocolate Milk” were\nadorned with stories filled with gibberish, wingdings and hieroglyphics.\n“Rubbish. Pure rubbish.” Johnson shook his head, turning the pages with dread.
\nThen, his heart seemed to shatter and split as one page really grabbed his\nattention. In the center of the newspaper was a picture of his daughter, resting\non a couch littered with question marks. Though the rest of the newspaper was in\nblack and white, this picture was in color. The girl’s recognizable sandy hair\nrested on the green couch. She was knocked out, strapped with ropes as purple\ntape held her mouth shut. She was stripped down to her underwear.
\nThe title read in cold, bold letters:
\nWHAT IS A DAUGHTER BEST SERVED COLD?
\n“Oh my god,” Johnson said with utter fear permeating his being. He had to get\nthe police, he had to call his wife, he had to-
\nJohnson skimmed the article for more. Every line was just made of question\nmarks, question marks, question marks! The middle aged father’s heart raced\nbeneath his coat jacket, and his looped tie felt like a noose. He could find no\nanswers to the posed riddle that served as the headline to this malicious story,\nbut nearing the end of the article, purple printed words stared him dead in the\nface:
\nHINT: Me and kiddo Johnson are gonna rendezvous for now, pops, but you should\nstart at one of the many chilly Autumn lakes on the Gotham outskirts. I won’t\nsay you’d get any warmer, but any starting place is better than none.
\nSigned, T.R.
\nA League Of His Own
\nBy Quizz AKA Aghori Shaivite
\nPolice were lined around the lake. They had been out here for two hours by now,\ninvestigating everything they could.
\nThe row team had been taken into ambulance cars and were probably just starting\nto wake up.
\nA shame we’ll have to question them later, Commissioner Mooney thought with a\nshake of her sorrowful head. To make victims reexamine their moments of terror\nis such a dreadful part of this job.
\n“Lots of sleeping gas residue on the grass,” one of the investigators said as\nshe pulled her gloves away from green shards near the lake. “You’d be surprised\nhow much of this stuff lingers well after the gas evaporated.”
\n“So many villains in this town use gas as their M.O.,” Mooney responded.\n“Especially sleeping gas. I just wish there was some way to get more\ninformation.”
\nThe sound of a motorcycle pulling up turned many of the police officer’s heads.\nBatgirl pulled her bike to a halt and kicked the stand to the ground, taking her\nkeys out of the ignition before pulling off her helmet.
\n“Oh, Batgirl, it’s a blessing you’re here.” Commissioner Mooney walked towards\nthe crimefighter. “We’ve been rattling our brains over this mystery for at least\nan hour and a half.”
\n“Are any of the victims alert?”
\n“I’m hoping they are by now.” Commissioner Mooney pointed to some of the\nambulance vehicles nearby. “Luckily, they were just gassed. We haven’t had to\nwheel anyone to the hospitial just yet, but we didn’t want to take any chances.\nI think they’re just being attended to before they wake up.”
\n“Must be some heavy duty stuff if they’ve been passed out this long.”
\n“So strong that there’s still residue on the grass, apparently.” Commissioner\nMooney shook her head. “I don’t get it, Batgirl. I would be quick to say that\ninternational criminal Sandman is back, but he’s too easy of a choice. There’s\nmany villains that use sleeping gases on unsuspecting victims-”
\n“And villains are rarely without a motive, Commissioner. I assure you, we’ll\nfind a hint somewhere. Really soon.”
\nSuddenly, a dented, wobbly looking Buick winded up the field and parked a few\ninches away from the Batmobile. The car door opened for a drunk, short cropped\nblond haired man in a suit stumbled out, his eyes bloodshot as he rubbed his\nsleeve against his wet nose. “Alexis? My baby? Where is she? This has to be it,\nit has to be?”
\n“Whoa, slow down!” Commissioner Mooney shouted out as police officers came to\nthe drunk man’s aid, wrapping arms around him to support and calm him down.\n“Sir, you can’t just come here drunk and driving. You could have killed someone!\nWe should have you arrested right now!”
\n“Wait,” Batgirl said as she stepped forward, staring the man up and down. “Who’s\nAlexis?”
\n“My daughter! She’s on the row team. I know she comes out here to practice\nsometimes... I had to stop and think about it. There’s a lot of lakes up here in\nGotham, and I forgot the name for a moment, but my daugther told me this is\nwhere she practices sometimes. Hasn’t spoken to me in weeks. I’m such a horrible\nfather.”
\nThe police stood silently, staring blankly at the man. Batgirl was just as\nspeechless.
\n“But this had to be the one,” the father continued, noticing he would get no\nsympathy. “I kept reading over, and over, again, thinking, with the strange\nriddle and all-”
\n“What strange riddle?” Batgirl asked.
\nThe man sheepishly looked at the officers, then reached into his jacket and\nhanded a newspaper to Batgirl. After opening the newspaper, it took less than\ntwo seconds for Batgirl to know who was behind the publication.
\n“The Riddler!” Batgirl reached the center of the newspaper.
\n“T.R.!” The man’s eyes widened in utter shock. “That was the name he signed the\narticle with! He’s the big wig? He’s the head honcho? He’s... does he have my\nbaby girl? Oh no!”
\nOne of the officers shook his head as he looked over Batgirl’s shoulder and at\nthe article. “She was definitely not among the victims we picked up.”
\n“Are you sure?” Batgirl held up the paper and showed the girl’s disgracefully\nembarrassing photo. “Do any of you recognize this victim among the others you\nfound out here?”
\nEach officer shook their head mournfully.
\n“Oh dear,” Mooney said sadly. “We’ve got a kidnapping on our hands.”
\n“I’m afraid so. And The Riddler isn’t to be taken lightly.” Batgirl looked at\nthe man with stern eyes. “I’m not sure why he would target you, but your\ndaughter is in extreme danger. I’m sure Riddler printed the majority of this\nnewspaper earlier. He probably just inserted this new page with the photograph\nas a final edit... and a mockery to you, Mr...” Batgirl looked at the last line\nof the article. “Johnson?”
\nThe man nodded slowly and morosely. “Yes. I work at a very prestigious bank in\ntown. Please. Find my daughter. I’ll pay whatever I can.”
\n“I don’t follow this line of work for money, Mr. Johnson,” Batgirl stated,\nhiding her feelings of being insulted. “I work for the citizens of Gotham. We\nwill find your daughter.” Batgirl handed the newspaper to Commissioner Mooney.\n“Some extra investigation work for the both of us, I’m afraid. Keep me up to\ndate if you get any clues from the victims. I’m going to check around town\nmyself.”
\n“Keep at it. I’m sure you can get it, if you’re smart.”
\nAlexis would keep at it. She wouldn’t give up until she was free. But the ropes\nwere too tight, too firm, and held her in place like some doll on a shelf. Her\nmuffled voice was crowded beneath that purple tape, and the green blindfold with\nquestion marks blocked out her vision. On top of the discomfort of being\nconfined by ropes, it was also quite scary to be hanging upside down from the\nankles, her bare feet exposed past the wooden stock holding her.
\nThe Riddler crept closer and closer to Alexis’s body. “These things... these\nropes, the wooden board you’re suspended from, even the tape holding your mouth\nshut. It’s like a riddle, a riddle that binds you, keeps you from that a-ha\nmoment, the A-HA epiphany where you are free and what holds you confused and\nbaffled merely melts away with new understanding.” The Riddler stood over\nAlexis, staring her feet face to face, stroking one of his fingers against the\nright sole. “But to find an answer, one must think.”
\nThe girl couldn’t kick, couldn’t punch or even shout. She could only shake in\nthe limits of the ropes and stock, only scream a muffled voice into a cruel\npiece of tape. Matters weren’t helped with the fact that she was extremely,\nextremely ticklish.
\n“You have to be smarter than daddy, I’m sure. At least you got into college. You\ndidn’t have to cheat the system like him. But school is overrated, isn’t it?”\nThe Riddler preoccupied his fingers with the woman’s feet, tickling them more\nand more voraciously, tending to them with more precious care. “Yes. A girl like\nyou would probably learn more in a life of crime. You’d pay daddy’s debts and be\na good little mule, spreading my puzzles over town. That would be more fun than\ndangling upside down, feeling like an ignoramus, wouldn’t it?”
\nThe poor college girl whined and screamed into the tape on her lips, and RIddler\nhad even noticed some chokes of laughter. Perhaps they were teary sounds, but it\ndidn’t matter. He could see her feet being very, very sensitive, and he was just\ngetting started.
\n“Wow, we’d have lots of fun. Oh well, no matter how long you want to prolong\nthis, we’ll have fun either way. Because by the end of this, you’ll be a good\naddition to my gang, unless daddy Johnson figures out how to pay what he owes.”\nThe Riddler tapped his chin. “On second thought, he’s missed his chance to\nsettle his debt with money. You’ll do.”
\nThe Riddler stepped back from the girl and pulled out a remote control, pressing\na button. “I had saved this trap for Batgirl, but... I think it’s a bit\namateurish for it. It’ll fit a rich little brat like you more pleasantly.”
\nSuddenly, strange little doors popped open from the ceiling. Spinning, feathery\nthings came down, attached to metal rods and cables.
\n“This is a tickle torture machine, my dear,” Riddler gloated. “State of the art,\nsince I made it myself. What it will do is tickle you, and tickle you, and\ntickle you... until you pass out, or possibly go insane.”
\nAlexis didn’t have to wait too long to test Riddler’s hypothesis. The strange\ntools were already tickling her feet merciless, spinning and rubbing along her\nsoles without a moments break. The girl laughed boisterously in a muffled tone\nunder that taped mouth. Riddler could almost feel his own ribs aching.
\n“Ah, yes. The Riddler Tickle Torture rack, maybe more suitable for naive girls\nlike yourself than for Batgirl. I’ll have something better planned for her. But,\nyou should be privileged. You’re the first girl I’ve chosen for my latest caper!\nYou may have thought your athletic interests would have stopped after college\nbut... I’m sure you’ll enjoy my games.”
\nThe girl continued to shake helplessly as she was tickle tortured, her eyes shut\nand tears falling down her cheeks, her face... it was horrific for her.
\nRiddler grinned as he watched the girl in her trapped state.
\n“Boss,” a soft voice called behind The Riddler.
\nThe Riddler turned around to see a pretty number in a tight blue dress, her icy\neyes sparkling as she grinned. Her spiked red hair shined under the light.
\n“Ah, Puzzelina, my pride and joy,” the Riddler stepped away from the gasping,\ngroaning girl. “What’s the crossword?”
\n“Daddy took the first step down the rabbit hole, Riddler.” Puzzelina walked to\nher boss with her hands on her hips, grinning devilishly. “I dropped off the\nmessage and let him ponder for a while.”
\n“Good. If the idiot wasn’t too much of a dimwit, he’ll at least know where his\ndaughter practices.”
\n“He lacked intelligence,” Puzzelina stated matter of factly.
\n“A centerpiece news story of a prized daugher tied up and gagged in her\nunderwear does wonders for wising up any idiot quickly.”
\n“Agreed, boss.” Puzzelina smirked as she watched the tickle girl so helpless.\n“Shall we go to our next destination?”
\nSuddenly, the girl’s body became motionless. The machine, sensing Alexis had\npassed out, slowly wound down. The tools went back into the ceiling.
\nRiddler stared passively at the collapsed girl with her soles so red. “Yes. I\nwould say we are done here.” The Riddler whistled loudly.
\nTwo goons wandered into the room and raised their arms up in a salute.
\n“Get our new pal in crime out of that stock for now,” Riddler commanded. “She’ll\nneed to be prepared for her first job.”
\nBatgirl could only hope the cops were interrogating the victims diligently while\nshe looked through her computer programs for some leads. Where could The Riddler\nbe now? How many abandoned printing presses for riddle books and funny pages\ncould there be in town? How many retired toy stores, old buildings for puzzle\ngeek conventions, and other weird haunting grounds littered Gotham City? The\nfreak could be anywhere.
\nThere had to be a clue though. For now, Batgirl merely knew a newspaper played a\npart in it, so she wasn’t throwing a printing press or an old news syndicate out\nof the window in her brainstorming ideas. As her eyes scoured old news feeds on\ninternet searches for clues, she hoped something would pop out at her.
\nHer Bat Talkie suddenly started buzzing wildly.
\nBatgirl picked it up immediately. “Hello Commissioner. Any leads?”
\n“The victims are all awake, Batgirl,” Commissioner Mooney announced. “Their\nstarting to give us something, and I can only hope they add to some clues.\nApparently, these attackers appeared as reporters and cameramen.”
\n“Reporters and cameramen, huh?”
\n“Yes. As if they were part of an evening news crew or something.”
\n“That would fit in with the newspaper thing. Okay- so he had a news gimmick.”\nBatgirl thought about how much this might have expanded her need for research.\nWhile she was first looking for old newspaper buildings and printing presses,\nshe may of had to throw in television news studios onto the search. Could things\nget any more difficult?
\n“But that’s not the best thing we found. There was actually something found in\none of the trenchcoats that these henchmen left behind. Some sort of wierd\ncrossword... most of it is filled in but there are three spaces left, and they\nall seem to deal with locations.”
\n“Of course!” Batgirl stood up with cheer and relief mixed. There was no way The\nRiddler would make it too hard to be found. He wanted to make it easy for his\nwhereabouts to be found, so he could laugh at how stupid people had to be for\nnot being able find him.
\n“I have to admit that we’re finding it hard to solve these cryptic riddles,\nBatgirl,” Mooney said with some embarrassment. “We’re going to need your\nexpertise. We’ve brought everything back to the police station for more\nanalysis.”
\n“I’m on it. I’ll be there in a matter of minutes, Commissioner.” Batgirl wasted\nno time.
\nPorsha Rodriguez had been on the tennis court for hours. Her dark hair fluttered\naround her face as she ran up and down her side of the court, hitting her ball\nback to her private trainer.
\n“Doing good, Porsha,” the woman announced when they reached a moment to break.\nShe was panting heavily, in the golden age of 55 and way older than the 23 year\nold she was working with. Still, she was very healthy. “This will probably be\nyour best season yet.”
\n“I hope so.” Porsha stretched her right arm. “I have to make a good impression\nthis last year if I want to go into the pros.”
\n“You could have just went in after high school,” the older woman complained. It\nwas an argument she made often.
\n“You know I wanted a good education before I went in, Sarah,” Porsha said, not\nreally wanting to explain herself for the one hundredth time.
\n“Well, I’m sure you haven’t blown your chances. You’re still good, if not\nbetter.” Sarah started to walk off the court. “I’m going to head to the locker\nand get a bottle of water. You want one?”
\n“Sure.”
\nSarah walked beyond the tennis gates and into the parking lot. She was quite\nsurprised to see what looked like a delivery truck. A professionally dressed\nwoman in a gray suit seemed to be guiding two big guys wheeling out a tall\npackage on a pulley from the back.
\n“That’s odd,” Sarah thought. Who could want a package at a tennis court? The\nnearest houses were a little further down the street.
\nAs Sarah walked near the suspicious vehicle, the woman in the professional suit\nturned around. She was wearing gray, and her glasses were quite thin and fancy\nlooking, but her wild, spiky red hair seemed to clash with the reserved look in\nan interesting way.
\n“Oh, perhaps she knows, excuse me madam,” the woman said, flagging Sarah down\nwith a clipboard.
\n“Yes?” the elderly, sweaty woman said.
\n“Do you know if future world famous Porsha Rodriguez is here?”
\n“Future world...” Sarah raised her left brow quizzically. Sure, she trained\nPorsha out at this random tennis court every now and then, but who would know\nthat? “Why, do you have a package for her or something?”
\nThe spiky haired woman rolled her eyes and scoffed, as if she found Sarah’s\nquestions beneath her. “We have a package for Porsha Rodriguez, yes.”
\n“That’s interesting, who sent you here? I’ve specifically told her not to tell\nanyone where we practice. She’s a rising star and I’m afraid the press can be a\nnag, even to these University athletes.” The woman caught her self, a bit\nashamed by her lack of manners. “I’m sorry, miss...”
\nSarah waited for the woman to say a name, but she only looked back at Sarah with\na stone cold lack of emotion.
\n“Miss. I’m sorry to be a nag-”
\n“Yes, you are a nag. A nag and a hag.”
\n“Excuse-” was all Sarah got out as the business woman pulled out a mace bottle\nand sprayed the woman in the face with a lilac mist. Without a moment’s\nhesitation, she crumbled onto the asphalt.
\n“Quickly, boys. She’s fallen and she can’t get up.” The woman motioned her hand\nas the goons started to wheel the huge package towards the tennis court.
\nPorsha started to walk to the edge of the gates, wondering what was taking Sarah\nso long. She was surprised to be met by a woman with a subtle punkish hair cut\nand gray business clothes.
\n“Huh-” Porsha said?
\n“Surprise!” the redhead announced. “A present from Ms. Sarah Donahue, your\ncoach!”
\n“Is this what she went out there for? That clever rascal!” Porsha was ecstatic\nto see her trainer would bring such a huge present for her. What could be\ninside? “Where did she go?”
\n“She’s resting. You really tired her out, Porsha. Well, shall we see what she\ngot you?”
\nThe big delivery men pushed the big present off the pulley. The wrapping had\ntennis rackets all over it.
\n“Well, what are you waiting for, dear?” The redhead smiled ecstatically. “Open\nit!”
\nLike a submissive pup, Porsha did what she was told without a second thought.\nShe really wanted to know what was in it, and the delivery woman Sarah hired\nseemed so excited, it only motivated her. Her hands ripped through the wrapping.
\n“Open it!” the woman commanded with vigor.
\nDespite how cheerful she sounded, the lady could really be forceful. Porsha\ntried to ignore her. The more she ripped through the package, however, the more\na shivering tingle went up her spine.
\n“W-what is this?” Porsha said, suddenly making out a humanoid shape. Was it a\nlife sized doll? Sarah did know about Porsha’s extensive doll collection, most\nof which she inherited from her rich aunt. Her hands threw some of the discarded\nwrapping paper to the side, but noticed something interesting printed on it.\nAlthough the outside of the wrapper had a tennis racket design, a riddle had\nbeen printed on its inside. Porsha peered closely and read-
\nWHAT DO YOU CALL DATING A TENNIS PLAYER?
\nPorsha was a bit taken back from the strange riddle. Was this really\nappropriate? She was aware that Sarah was a lesbian, but Sarah had never ever\ndropped any hints of an attraction to Porsha. Besides, Sarah liked butchy types\nher age. Such a question in the wrapping seemed completely out of character, and\ntotally weird for a professional wrapping company to just ‘choose’.
\n“Did you get it yet?”
\n“Huh?” Porsha asked as she looked at the woman.
\n“Did you get it yet? The riddle.” The woman looked back with such a seemingly\nnaive smile on her face. “It’s fairly simple.”
\n“Well, I, er, just saw it,” Porsha ripped the top part of the package away. A\ngirl with sandy hair and shut eyes faced her. Strange metallic headgear held a\nstrange breathing device over her nose.
\nPorsha’s heart raced.
\n“The answer is courting, dear,” the woman said as she enjoyed every small moment\nof watching Porsha’s shocked face. “Courting.”
\nSuddenly, the breathing device released gaseous vapors that immediately struck\nPorsha in the face.
\nAfter covering their faces, the woman and her fellow goons looked at Porsha,\ncrumbled out on the tennis court.
\nThe woman knelt down to Porsha’s side, softly caressing her cheek and knowing\nthe girl was knocked out cold. “I am Puzzelina. A pleasure. Now. Come along,\nPorsha dear. Your suitor awaits.” Puzzelina fanned the men over to take care of\nthe new captive.
\nPulling out some ropes, the men bond Porsha to Alexis and calmly wheeled the\ngirls out to the parking lot on the pulley. The Riddler was waiting patiently in\nthe vehicle.
\n“Another riddle solved,” Riddler said gleefully. “Now, let’s pick up our next\nathlete.”
\n“Batgirl, I don’t know how you do it.” Mooney shook her head. “You impress me,\nyou really do.”
\n“Detective work,” Batgirl said with a shrug of her shoulders. She immediately\nwished she had said something that wouldn’t have sounded as condescending, but\nhoped it hadn’t been taken that way. “Well, Riddler gave us enough hints that he\nwas at a news station of some kind, and it matches the boxes and questions\nperfectly-”
\n\"The old Early Nightingale Herald. I remember that paper from when I was a kid.\nI remember how they had a huge section of crosswords, puzzles, and riddles. They\nweren’t big on funnies, but they would sure entertain you for hours with the\nbrain games they had.”
\n“I bet Riddler remembers those games as well.” Batgirl nodded. “Which is exactly\nwhy he’d want to be in a place like that.”
\n“Are you sure you don’t want any help, Batgirl? I feel we could help you out\njust as much as you help us?”
\n“I’d rather go at this alone, Commissioner. Knowing Riddler, he’s got the place\nbooby trapped for cops. He can’t keep bats out, though.”
\n“I understand. Well, I wish you luck, Batgirl.”
\n“Thanks.” The caped dynamo didn’t waste a moment. Diving out of the\nCommissioner’s window, she was off.
\nLisa sat in the gym room, tired and dripping with sweat. Her eyes were cast down\nto the floor as her lacrosse stick rested at her feet.
\nShe had just been reading a weird news alert in her email that appeared on her\ncell phone. “Girl Kidnapped At Gotham Lake.” She recognized the picture\nimmediately. It was Alexis Johnson, another GSU athlete. Even though Lisa knew\nvery little about rowing, she always respected the other teams of the school,\nand it was unfortunate that this girl was missing.
\n“You look like you’ve been working hard!” The ecstatic voice came from a strange\nwoman that had invited herself into the gym room. She was a pretty woman,\nalthough a bit older than Alexis by a few years. At the most, she might have\nbeen in her thirties, sporting a mature yet saucy look. Her hair made her look\nquite young too, quite dynamic for one her age.
\n“Um, yeah?” The college girl looked at the woman with some hesitation. “Are you\nallowed to be back here? This is for the team-”
\n“Jessica Roberts.” The woman exchanged her hand as she approached Lisa. “Coach\nRobert's daughter?”
\n“Ohhhh!” Lisa was surprised. “That’s funny- I heard she had a few daughters, but\nI never thought I’d meet any of them.”
\n“Well, you know how my mom is... if you don’t play lacrosse, you don’t exist.”
\nThough the woman had a lighthearted, joking expression as she said the harsh\ncomment, Lisa couldn’t help but feel for the girl and take what she said very\nseriously. “Oh... I bet that can’t be true. Coach Roberts is a nice woman, I bet\nshe cares about you a lot.”
\nThe woman shrugged. “I suppose you’re right.” She pulled out a pack of\ncigarettes. “Cigarette?”
\n“Oh... I don’t smoke.”
\nThe woman slapped her forehead. “Of course! Athlete. That means you’re one of\nthe good ones. What am I thinking?” She pulled out a cigarette of her own. “You\nwon’t mind if... I smoke, would you?”
\nLisa felt a little squeamish. “Well, I don’t know if you should smoke in\nhere...”
\n“I guess not. Well, look here. I’ve got one of those electronic mist cigerettes.\nThe kind you can smoke indoors. That fine?”
\n“Well, I guess-” but it was too late. The woman had already taken out her\nelectornic cigerette and started to smoke it.
\nThe cigerette let out a really nice fragrence. As flowery as it was, Lisa\ncouldn’t pinpoint the scent. “Wow. That smells pretty good.”
\n“Gee, thanks. Got it from my friend T.R. You’d be surprised, there’s actually no\nnicotine in this thing. Drug free actually.”
\n“Oh, wow. That’s awesome.” Feeling a bit relieved, Lisa took a deeper whiff of\nthe stuff. “Wow, does it smell good! It really tempts me to smoke!”
\nThe woman giggled.
\n“But, Jessica, I’m curious... does it really help with your nicotine fix? I\nmean, if you smoke cigarettes-”
\n“Well... I guess I don’t really... smoke... cigarettes.”
\nLisa was confused, though she felt so euphoric with the cigarette smoke.\n“Really?”
\n“Nope.” The woman shrugged. “I guess I just carried them for show.”
\n“For... show.” Lisa was starting to feel nice and relaxed. Her body was feeling\na bit numb as well.
\n“Yeah. Besides, this electric ciggie T.R. gave me is way better.”
\n“Hey... Jessica... I’m feeling... really weird.”
\n“Yeah?”
\n“Kind of weird but... really good.”
\n“Oh. That's just the effect of the fumes from T.R.’s electric cig. I had the\nsecond component that mixes with the fumes and forms sort of an.. antidote. So I\ndon't get that really weird, relaxed feeling it's supposed to produce. But\nyou’ve only been exposed to the fumes, and not to its counterpart, so, well,\nit’s having a numbing, euphoric effect on you.”
\nLisa leaned against the woman with a smile. “Jessica.”
\n“Oh. I should tell you by now that I’m not named Jessica actually.”
\n“You’re... not?”
\n“No. Or even Roberts, actually. I have no relation to your coach, whatsoever.\nThat was just a lie so I could get close to you and do what The Riddler\ninstructed me to do, which is very simple. Put you in a nice, feel good and\nsleepy state, have the boys come in to take you with us, and... well, you’ll\nfind out what your new purpose is later. Oh, I forgot to tell you... The Riddler\nis my friend T.R. that I told you about earlier.”
\n“The Riddler.” Lisa knew all about The Riddler and how bad he was, but at this\npoint, she didn’t care. She just felt way too good.
\n“Yeah.” Puzzelina took a final drag of her cigarette. “A very intimate friend\nand boss of mine. So are ya gonna go to sleep or what?”
\nLisa slumped in her chair against Puzzelina, smiling as she slept peacefully.
\n“About time.” Puzzelina pulled out a whistle and blew into it.
\nTwo big goons with gas masks came in and knew what to do. They picked up the\ngirl and immediately pulled her out of the gym room as Puzzelina followed calmly\nbehind.
\nBatgirl had been investigating Riddler’s quarters while she still could, trying\nto find clues of the kidnapped girl. All the signs of his motifs were there-\nriddles, rubix cubes, puzzles and games. The place was an unkempt yet colorful\nmadhouse of a brain game madman.
\n“Ridiculous,” Batgirl said under her breath as she read the many riddles and\nnewspaper articles lined around the place.
\nGoing from room to room, Batgirl looked around cautiously, still perusing\nthrough papers and drawers.
\n“Oh, you’re Gotham’s Batgirl.”
\nBatgirl turned around quickly to see a spiky red haired woman in a skin tight\nuniform lined with puzzle pieces.
\n“Where’s Riddler?” Batgirl asked fiercely.
\n“Seriously, Batgirl. You’re in his lair, looking through his games, papers, and\ntoys. Truly it can’t be that hard to find him?” The woman took a step forward.
\nBatgirl held up a Batarang. “Don’t make another step.”
\nThe woman raised her hands. “No need to be violent, Batgirl. We’ve hardly gotten\na chance to meet each other.” The rival redhead started to step back from the\ncaped crusader.
\n“I don’t need to meet any friends of The Riddler. All I have to do is apprehend\nyou and take you to the proper authorities.”
\n“That’s quite rude, Batgirl. I was hoping that you would want to know all about\nme. Let’s start with an introduction, shall we? My name is Puzzelina, and I like\nto play.”
\nBatgirl threw her batarang, but she was too late. Puzzelina had already reached\nthe door and turned down the hallway. As Batgirl ran towards the door, it\nimmediately shut with metal doors closing in from the top, bottom and sides in a\ntightly unified shield.
\n“Drats!” Batgirl shouted.
\n“Bats!” a voice on an overhead intercom announced. It was obviously the voice of\nThe Riddler.
\n“Riddler!” Batgirl looked up. “Where is Alexis Johnson?”
\n“Correction, Batgirl! The riddle is: where is Alexis Johnson, Porsha Rodriguez,\nand Lisa Schmidt? I never had any faith that Mr. Johnson would find his own\ndaughter, and even with your good track record of foiling my plans, I highly\ndoubt you’ll solve his case either!”
\n“I don’t have time for games, Riddler!”
\n“Poor, stupid Batgirl. You should know by now that games are my life. If you\nwander into my world, you have to play by my rules.”
\nBatgirl reached into her utility belt and put a small little bomb on the metal\ndoor before running to the other edge of the room.
\n“Take this riddle with you, Batgirl! What do psychiatrists carry?”
\nThe bomb detonated, making the room shake. Batgirl was safe on her edge of the\nroom as the doors exploded outward, creating a hole to break free from.
\nBatgirl quickly jumped through the hole and covered her nose with her cape as\nthe smoke surrounded her. Unfortunately, she didn’t expect the little falling\nweights that spilled from the ceiling. One of the weights knocked her head\nwithout warning.
\n“A headcase! Get it, Batgirl? A headcase! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” The Riddler’s cruel\nlaughter filled the halls with dreadful amusement.
\nWhen Batgirl awoke, her head was throbbing. The weight that had fallen on her\nhead hadn’t been heavy enough to do any real damage, but it did knock her out\npretty hard. Now, she was staring into pitch blackness, her breathing a bit\nrestrained as her body felt tightened. What was going on with her?
\n“Mmmmph!” Batgirl said in the darkness.
\n“Ah! You’re awake.” Riddler’s gleeful voice vibrated all around the heroine. “I\nguess I should tell you what predicament you’ve gotten yourself into this time.
\n“Let’s start with the girls I’ve... drafted today. They’re fine. They’ll all fit\nwell into my team. They’re all quite respected in their sports and I didn't want\nto go for the typical basketball, baseball kind of thing. Not to mention, they\nare all quite pretty and will make excellent sports molls. And pretty soon, I\nwill introduce a game that Gotham will be dying to play... whether they want to\nor not. It’s a shame that you won’t see the game of the century, Batgirl, but\neither way, I will leave Gotham behind in ashes and live a future as a rich and\nhappy man. My genius will be recognized the world over for what I’m about to do,\nand you’ll be nothing but bat droppings on the eye of history.”
\n“MMMmmmphhHHH!!!”
\n“Oh yes! Your trap. Well... I had prepared a tickle trap for you, but, let’s\nadmit it, that’s far too juvenile for someone of your expertise. So what I’ve\nprepared for you is a special body tightening trap. The more you move around, as\nI’m sure you’ve already noticed, the more your body will be compressed until the\npoint of... well... death. Oh, and I was kind enough to let you wear my purple\nriddler mask I wore on my first outing today. The only thing is I blindfolded\nyou underneath so you can’t really see anything.”
\n“Mmmm mm mm mm!!!”
\n“Oh. I’m wanted at my other locations were I dropped the girls off. My loyal\ngoons and molls are wondering what the next course of action is. Oh well... I\nguess this is it. Ta ta, Batgirl! It wasn’t nice knowing you.”
\nMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
\nA Horrid Mess!
\nA Proud Riddler!
\nWill He Get Away With This Wretched Crime?
\nCan Batgirl Brake out of this Mysterious Trap?
\nWill the Young Female Athletes be Freed in Time?
\nTune IN, Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel!!
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