Chapter 5


Bruce sighed as he took out the tape.

"I need to go see Alfred now."

"Okay," you said grabbing your purse.

"Don't be too harsh on him, okay?"

He shrugged, "maybe he deserves it."

Your eyebrows furrowed, not sure how to respond back to him.

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe he had a good reason why not to tell you the truth," you shrugged.

"I doubt that," he replied.

"Okay then."

"I'll see you later," Bruce said, kissing your cheek. "Be careful out there."

"Always."

You chuckled, and went up to Bruce's room.

You changed into a black silky long sleeve and long black silky pants.

You brushed your teeth and did your nightly skincare routine.

Yawning, you went to your side of the bed and got under the covers.

Not long after, you drifted off to sleep.

3rd POV

As the police just got a call from a witness about possibly seeing the riddler at a diner, they rushed immediately to the diner.

Armed officers approached the outside of the diner, getting ready to shoot in case anything spontaneous happens. Knowing Gotham, it was most likely to happen.

After finally waiting, the police entered the dinner. "Police! Hands up!"

A man with dirty blonde hair, a blue trench coat with clear glasses was awaiting at the diner, as if he knew he would get caught this very moment.

"He said put your hands up," Gordon stated.

He put his hands up then slowly turned his stool to face the officers with guns pointing in his face.

"I just ordered a slice of pumpkin pie-" he began but got caught off by an officer slamming him onto the counter, cuffing his hands.

"Stay still! Now!"

What caught the man's glance was a shadow appearing outside of the diner, soon to realize it was his target.

Batman.

He gave him a smile before the police pulled out his wallet, revealing two different ID'S.

"Which one is you?" An officer asked, showing two ID's with the same picture but different names.

"You tell me," the man said, gleefully laughing.

"Let's go pencil-neck," the officer said, grabbing the man, exiting the dinner.

Police men swarmed the apartment that belonged to Edward Nashton, or as most people know him as, the riddler.

Stacks of books filled the apartment. Police men searched through all of them, taking awhile since there was a room filled of them.

A cage of bats also took up space of the apartment. Most of them were bats except for one.

"I think that bat likes you man," Gordon said sarcastically.

"This one's not a bat."

Gordon and another officer looked towards the cage that was mostly filled with rats.

A bat hung upside down, screeching violently. The bat caught the officers and batman's attention.

"What is that?"

Right above the rat laid a red card labeling 'To The Batman' in of course, messy handwriting.

Batman opened the cage and carefully grabbed it.
He also pulled out a weapon that the riddler used.

"Is it a pry tool?"

"Is it a shrivel?"

"It's a murder weapon. He killed Mitchell with it," Batman stated.

"The edge will match the floorboard impression in the mayor's study."

" 'My confessions' ?" Gordon asked as he read the note.

"What's he confession to? He already told us he killed Mitchell."

"This isn't over," Batman said.

"Oh man, he's been posting all kinds of stuff online," an officer said looking at Edward's laptop. "He's got, like, 500 followers, Real fringe types."

"His final post was last night," the officer began again. "Some video. Got a lot of views, but it's password protected."

"Can you get in?" Gordon asked.

"Copying his drive now," the officer replied. "Take some time, but we'll get in."

The officer got into the laptop and immediately went onto the app that the riddler was posting his videos on.

"Show me the post," Gordon said. "It's right here," the officer replied as he clicked play on the video.

"The Truth Unmasked" The title of the video.

"I think i'm his last target," Batman said. Gordon immediately looked at him, confused. "You?" Gordon asked.

"Maybe this is all coming to an end," Batman said. "What is?" Gordon asked. "The Batman."

Gordon's phone rang and he left Batman to go pick up his phone.

After being on call for awhile, Gordon turned around to look at Batman. "Right," he said then hung up.

"Riddlers asking for you. At Arkham," Gordon told Batman.

"You're a good cop," is all Batman replied with. Batman walked alway from Gordon planning to go and see what the riddler wants.

The blinds came up and revealed the riddler.

"What do you want from me?"

"'Want'"? If only you knew how long I've been waiting for this day. For this moment," The riddler continued.

"I've been invisible my whole life. I guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. They'll remember both of us."

"Bruce...Wayne. Bruce...Wayne."

Bruce looked down, scared to know that someone knows his identity behind the mask he wears at night, as he rescues people from the crime that swallows Gotham.

Breaking the silence, the riddler started again,"You know, I was there that day. The day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises."

The riddler looked down, remembering everything from that day.

"Well, a week later he was dead, and everybody just forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne, the orphan. And now the new orphan, Y/n Collymore."

He chuckled, shaking his head, inhaling then deeply exhaling.

"Her living in a big manor, in a gated neighborhood, isn't being an orphan. Looking down on everyone with all of that money. Don't you tell me," the riddler said, shaking his head again.

Bruce clenched his jaw at him mentioning Y/n, especially in a way her name shouldn't be thrown around.

"Do you know what being an orphan is? It's 30 kids to a room. Twelve years old and already a drop head, numbing the pain. You wake up screaming with rats chewing your fingers." The riddler smiled, emphasizing what the idea looks like.

He continued, "And every winter one of the babies die because it's so cold. But, oh, no." He smacked his lips, getting ready to go further in detail.

"Let's talk about the billionaires with the lying dead daddies, and at least the money makes it go down easy. Doesn't it?" He asked.

"Bruce...Wayne. Y/n...Collymore. They're the only people we didn't get. But we got the rest of 'em didn't we?"

Bruce's lips parted getting ready to say something, but nothing came out.

"All those slick, sleazy, phony pricks. God. Look at you. Your mask is amazing. I wish you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, but they're missing the point," the riddler said looking up.

"You and I both know, I'm looking at the real you right now. My mask allowed me to be myself, completely. No shame, no limits-"

"Why did you write to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"All those cards."

"I told you, we've been doing this together. You're apart of this."

"We didn't do anything together."

"We did. What did we just do? I asked you to bring him into the light, and you did. We're such a good team."

"We're not a team."

"I never could have gotten him out of there. I'm not physical. My strength is up here. I mean, I had all the pieces. I had the answers. But I didn't know how to make them listen. You gave me that."

"I gave you nothing."

"You showed me what was possible. You showed me all it takes is fear and a little focused violence. You inspired me!"

"You're out of your mind."

"What?"

"This is all in your head. Your sick, twisted. You think you'll be remembered? You're a pathetic psychopath, begging for attention."

"No," the riddler got up from his seat and started pacing around.

"You're going to die in Arkham all alone."

"No. No, no, no!"

"A nobody!"

"No! Ahhh! This is not how this was supposed to go! Ahhh!"

The riddler kept screaming while he paced the cell.

"I had it all planned out! We were gonna be safe here. We could watch the whole thing together. "

"Watch what?"

Lifting his hands to motion, he yelled out, "Everything!"

"It was all there. You mean, you didn't figure it out?"

A/N: you guys my birthday is tmr!! anyways i hope you guys i enjoyed this chapter!🀍🀍

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