Women Like To Spend Your Money [Misfit]

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Edward was starting to believe Gotham was underestimating him…or every citizen within it lacked any intellectual brainpower above a rodent. Nonetheless, he had easily managed to break into multiple building in this city and place cylinder glass tubes full of transparent gel. It had taken a long discussion with Oswald, but he had finally managed to get a hold of his biochemical weapons. It was perfect. They were placed all through out the city. His pieces were in place, and it was time to see if someone would challenge him. Each weapon had a laptop attached to it that would provide a riddle. If answered incorrectly, it would explode releasing a toxin that slowly destroyed brain cells. Not that anyone had any to begin with, but it would be effective. It also would not contagious. He couldn’t release something that could eventually come back to him. No, it had to be somewhat contained and effective.

His riddle was already in place. It was spray painted across a giant 2012 Campaign poster for Obama.

What’s worth more to the public, H.R. 3200 or H.R. 4173?

Any person who followed basic politics would understand immediately. What’s worth more health or money? The two numbers represented the Health Care Reform bill and the Wall Street Reform bill. The answer to the question, proven by people repetitively was money. For that reason, the first bomb was left in the lobby of Gotham National Bank.

Edward was already in his place with Allen guarding the door. He had a laptop hooked up to the interface system, and another laptop that provided video and webcam feed. This was going to be easy. He could have stolen the money at the moment, but that would defeat the purpose of the riddle. He had to give them a chance to prove they have some amount of intelligence. So as always, Allen stood behind him with an annoyed expression not understanding why they didn’t just steal the money without the ruckus.

Edward ignored it. His eyes were glossed over as he flipped through the camera channels of each bomb location until returning to the bank. If only they knew. He watched as the door opened with the morning shift attendant. As expected, their tired expressions turned from exhaustion to shock and fear in only a second. A scream then escaped their mouth as they ran back out of the building with phone in hand. They would call the GCPD and then the game would start.

(OOC: There are things I am purposefully excluding (like his location) because it would defeat the purpose of the game. You're just going to have to figure it out yourself...and if you can't...well that's unfortunate.)

[charlie]

As soon as she saw the man run out the building saying 'Hello Police', she knew something was up. Central Gotham; full of rushing people with enough money that 'expensive' seemed meaningless. She envied them, but this was her. Streets, homeless but still having attitude. And in her perch, she knew that inside was hopefully someone she could pumble. So as a pink light radiated from her chest, she combusted instantly into a burst of pink smoke and reappeared at the entrance. Looking around, darkness cloaked her as she then jogged through the doors. She was ready.

Walking into the lobby, what she saw surprised her. In the darkness of the bank, she could only see one thing. A big green question mark on a screen. As she slowly approached she was confused, and pressing the light switch on the wall she saw it. It seemed to be something bad and walking towards it she slowly made her way their. It seemed to be a cyclinder of goey crap and it didn't make too much sense, but looking to the lap top she knew that it must have been some kind of bomb. Charlie looked around, but couldn't see anyone. In her mind, she was like A bomb? What the hell do I do now?

Kneeling down to the laptop, she touched the touch bad and saw by the 'click' cursor that their was more to this. Green question mark, she knew this. Her fandom over Batgirl has Batgirl's enemies vaguely in her memory bank. This was The Riddler possibly, which sent chills down Charlie's spine. Clicking, she last minutely hoped that it wouldn't set the bomb off but going to a question, it just made everything more confusing. What’s worth more to the public, H.R. 3200 or H.R. 4173? Charlie had to think for a second, but before she could she turned and looked around. ''Is this a game?''.

Well thinking back to commerce in school, besides the doodling and facebook on her cellphone was this. Something about bills, Wall market or something. History lessons and commerce began to come back slightly but the question definitely involved money. So saying out loud into the room, she had her answer. ''Money? The H.R 4173 is the answer. Because we are in a bank right?''. She didn't know if anyone was listening, but she had the answer. All she had to do was see what happens next.

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Edward leaned back in his chair. It would probably be fifteen minutes before the police showed, though Batman would probably appear five minutes before the men in blue. You always were one step ahead of them, he thought to himself as he rolled his candy into his other cheek, But three behind me. He watched his computer screen that showed the entrance to the bank. He wondered if the SWAT team would break down the door or if they would come from above. Possibly both. Batman would be predictable and sneak in from a high window.

As his thoughts wandered, he noticed the door open to the bank building. He leaned closer with the only available light coming from the windows (which since it was early morning was very little) to see who the figure was. He at first thought it could be another bank attendant, but when he saw the cowl he smirked. So Batman hadn't forgotten about him. The figure though was smaller and held a female physique. The figure walked closer to his camera on the bomb. His smirk turned into a slight annoyed frown. He sent one of the bat brats. This could hardly be seen as a challenge, but as the figure got closer to his computer he noticed screaming differences between the young woman in front of him and the Batgirl he had past dealings with. The costume she wore seemed cheap and unwashed. It looked like she had found it in the dumpster and decided trash was the new style. Disgusting. The young woman also seemed shorter and younger then the Batgirl he knew. His conclusion was only further proven when she spoke.

Her tone was much higher and more aggressive then Batgirl's, but he was surprised to hear the actually right response. He blinked for a moment, staring at the dumpy younger version of Batgirl. Could this one actually have a brain. He pressed the spacebar causing his video camera to turn on. He started clapping with a smirk on his face. "I have to say I'm rather impressed. Let me introduce myself since I have clearly not met you before, unless Batgirl, you've decided go dumpster diving lately for the fountain of youth. Nonetheless, I'm the Riddler, and please do not bore me of nonsense that you are in fact Batgirl. The timer," he paused bringing up a digital clock that read one hour, "has already begun. Oh I would also suggest typing that answer in. It would be wasteful to let your pathetic stupid mistake of not merely using the keyboard keep you from safety." Normally he wouldn't have even given the suggestion. He would have let the girl suffer her fate from her own stupidity, but he hadn't lied when he said he was impressed. She had given the correct answer afterall.

[charlie]

As sudden as the face appeared on the screen, Charlie was startled. He was intimidating and she took a step back, but really, he was on a computer screen and could not hurt her. Could he? But as he spoke, she knew that the Riddler wanted to play. Something she knew about the criminal; he liked to play. He used his obsession for riddles to create diobolical plans but ninty percent of the time they were flawed by Batman or one of his sidekicks. But this time, it was going to have to be Charlie. And she wasn't sure if she could do it, but something this green menace wouldn't anticipate was that Charlie was a talented teleporter.

She was in her Batgirl costume, even though she told Batgirl she wouldn't do it anymore. But her other clothes she had managed to sneak them into a laundry room down town. But as he mocked her for them, she just smirked back at him. She didn't have her mask on anyways, because you needed an identity to protect, but you don't have an identity if your a no body. So detaching her cape, it fell to the ground. ''I'm not Batgirl, but you see, they ran out of Catwoman costumes so really beggers can't be choosers. I would be happy to say that it isn't a pleasure to meet you''. She talked with sass as she then pulled off the shirt and she had a white singlet shirt on and her black skirt, tights and converse shoes were still on. Much more comfortable.

As the timer came on, she was a bit scared. These bombs were most likely to go off when the hour was up. So he instructed to type in the answer to quickly she typed it in. Hopefully the bomb was disarmed and she smirked and then looked around her. He was watching from somewhere, and she felt at least a bit of accomplishment. ''Your making this a bit too easy, bud. What's next huh?''. Inside she knew she would regret saying that.

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Her response actually caused him to smirk in humor. The girl was young, but at least she had some wit. It was sometimes enjoyable to be playing a game with someone who enjoyed to talk. Batman could be quite boring on that front, and the little boy brat just sounded stupid when he talked. "Dear, you have ten years, but more likely twenty with how slow development must be taking, before you could successfully pull off a Catwoman costume," he responded as he plucked his green tootsie pop out of his mouth. He balanced it between his finger as he judged the screen while she typed in the answer.

He frowned at her comment of easy. This would be far from easy, and even if she thought this part was easy she was only scratching at the surface of the riddle. She still had not realize the true reason behind this plan. He shook his head in disgust. One day he would garner the respect he so rightly deserved. "Keep up child because I will not be waiting. Riddle me this, Four members of a band are walking to a night concert. They decide to take a shortcut, but must cross a bridge. Luckily they have one flashlight. Because of the varying size of their instruments, it takes each member a different amount of time to cross the bridge - it takes the first person one minute, the second person two minutes, the third person five minutes and the fourth person ten minutes. They must cross the bridge in pairs, travelling at the slower speed so if the one minute person went with the ten minute person, it would take a total of ten minutes. Since there is only one flashlight, one person must come back across the bridge, then another pair can cross. They only have 17 minutes to cross the bridge and still get to the concert on time. What order should they cross to get everyone across and get to the concert?" he asked as he rolled the tootsie pop between his finger. His eyes had left hers on the screen to the candy. He wondered if she realized that location to the bomb was within the riddle or if she would solve the very surface of it. He chuckled to himself. He doubted she would even be able to solve the surface of it.

"I do suggest you hurry if you wish to find those other bombs," he smirked, "but personally I don't believe the bombs would do much worst to this city. How can they destroy the human brain process if no one possesses a brain in the first place," he stated with the wave of a hand, "They are focus on their money the same way a rabid animal is on food."

(OCC: The bombs are under the bridge that is near east gotham where more of the questionable bands play.)

[charlie]

He was stressing her, and a dirty look was sent from the blond. He wasn't making to much sense, she knew that this was going be centered around confusion. He sucked that stupid lollypop as she stared at his face through the screen. How could he be this way? Finding amusement out of hurting people like it was some kind of a game. That is how Charlie knew she could never be evil; she could never do anything like this. Especially feeling superior about it like Riddler was now.

The riddle was said, and Charlie was lucky enough to see a piece of paper on the counter. Running up, he mind held the riddle as she began to work it out. It seemed like a basic math problem, but it wasn't a question it was a riddle. Way more complex then maths. She began to work it out. If two paired with five, then it would take five minutes to cross the bridge and two to get back, which makes seven. The with one and ten, it would take all three of them to get over the bridge to the concert. She then turned to him and read the answr. Her voice was shaky but she gave her answer. It did add up.

But the answer wasn't for this bomb. This bomb was already defused, but where was the other bomb. It wouldn't be in the bank because he had no reason too. Maybe their was 17 minutes until the bombs went off? Maybe the bomb is at a concert? Maybe the bomb is on a bridge? She tried to figure it out and letting out a grunt she turned to the screen.
''But where is the bomb? Is that the riddle, where the bomb is? This is too confusing''. Running her hands through her hair, she took deep breaths as she kept thinking. But then he continued, making a yarn about how basically how stupid Gotham City was, and about their animalistic lust for money. Charlie couldn't understand this little man, and chuckled in annoyance.

''Well intellect can't feed families, can it? Intellect earns money, then you can feed families. Money isn't bad, it makes life easier. And if you don't believe that Riddler, then you are the stupid one here''. But commenting on money made her think. Maybe she was wrong, maybe their was another bomb in the bank. Or maybe some other place with money? Her mind was racing as she looked to the Grinch. He made her feel sick.

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Well that was fun while it lasted, he thought to himself as he heard the girl's answer to the riddle. She couldn't even solve the shallow part of it, he doubted she could deduce the real location.

"Dear, I would like to remind you that only two people can cross at the time. So the final trip of three would be impossible," he stated not even understanding why he was correcting her. It just made his ears bleed to hear a wrong answer. He even felt his leg twitch in pain. He focus on his lollipop for a moment and counted. When would Batman get here? He was a true challenger...not some stupid kid. When did children start believing they had the ability to fight intelligent minds like himself? It must have happened with that boy wonder brat. To this day, Edward would not understand Batman's logical sense in giving a thirteen year old a costume and telling him to run around at night with him. If he were a normal man he would have been accused of pedophilia.

He did enjoy the fact that she realized there was something deeper. "And it's okay dear, not only are you a child you are a woman. I can't expect you to keep up with intellectual challenges. I'll give you another clue, mostly because I feel sorry for you. It floats in the air yet people feel comfortable walking on it," he stated. If he had to make it more obvious then that then the girl was probably mentally retarded.

He glanced at one of his other screens. He looked at the many numbers around it and how much loading time there was left. He would be fine. To her last comment, he nodded, "John Locke agreed with your statement. Currency is formed to make trade easier and create a society. My issue is not with currency. My issue is with how people perceive it. Ask anyone on the street about currency and I doubt any would even mention Locke."

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Surprisingly, Dick had had enough time to head out early and look into a few cases he was investigating on his own. He had gotten back to his penthouse and changed into his Nightwing suit. He then left the building on his motorcycle through a hidden entrance. He had study the building and found many ways to fix things to his advantage as being Nightwing to keep the secret.

He had been speeding down toward the South of Gotham when he heard a report over police wave line radio. As soon as he heard the police talking about a strange riddle that was located at the bank, Dick knew exactly who would do that. Riddler. There was no coding his ways, but through riddles. The trademark that made it easy to figure him out. Though the riddles sometimes themselves were more challenge than fighting Riddler.

Nightwing turned the motorcycle down the another street and raced off to get to the bank that had been mentioned by the police. He was sure there was probably not much the police could do. They didn't always handle the cases like the vigilantes would. This wasn't a game when it came to the Riddler. If you couldn't figure his plans out through his riddle, there wasn't much hope of stopping him.

It didn't take Nightwing long to arrive outside of the bank. It looked like no one else was there now. Of course the people would have fled for their lives. It was the best thing the civilians could do. Parking the motorcycle on the side walk, Nightwing jumped off and headed into the bank.

What he saw was more of a surprise to him than what might be going on. There he saw Misfit standing in front of a computer screen. Obviously the Riddler was on the screen. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Riddler would be hiding away some where, away from the action.

"Misfit," Dick spoke up as he came up behind the young girl. She was still wearing the same costume she had been the last time he had seen her. He'd give the Riddler his attention after he heard what Misfit had to say about what was going on. There wasn't much time with what ever the Riddler was plotting.

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The door opened behind the child, and he felt his eyebrow rise on his forehead in curiosity. It had been so long since he had seen the Batman and part of him was excited for the honor, but the more logical side reminded him that the Batman rarely used the front door.

He looked over the girl's shoulder to see a man, no a boy, in blue and black tights. He looked over the form that seemed somewhat familiar, but there something different. The person was obviously a new vigilante, and Edward let out an annoyed sigh. Today anyone could go out and buy tights and be considered a hero. Monkey see monkey do. He wondered if anyone within the city limits actually possessed some original qualities, but knew the answer was no.

There was something very familiar though. It felt like it was on the tip of Edward's thoughts and the feeling was driving him mad. Where had Edward seen the man in blue? It was a simple riddle that he could easily solve.

"Your sexuality is not a riddle," he stated casually in comment to the tight costume. Edward was glad he had stepped away from his own spandex so long ago. He could not imagine wearing such a trashy unfashionable piece clothing now. "I know you most likely can not read a city map, but I believe the gay club you are looking for is in East Gotham. So please be on your way. You are interrupting, and it's quite rude," he continued as he glanced over the man's reactions. Body language was the largest clue to each person's identity, and currently the boyish man was giving off a similar aura of the Batman.

Hmm.

It should only take one comment from the man in tights and Edward would have enough. He was a genius after all.

[charlie]

Maths; not her thing. Criminals she knew even less about. They were twisted and weird and frustraited her. Why this guy couldn't be shooting up liquor stores or mugging people like everyone else was beyond her. Yet she had to work this out, but she figured out what the hint was. A bridge, proving that she was blonde for a reason. But she used bounces and not bridges, and she knew their were a fair few of them in Gotham. Her inexperience was itching at her now as time ticked on. But before she could say anything, swinging the hair out of her face she then heard someone enter from behind. Spinning to them, she saw them. It was Dick and thankgod he was here, because she was 14 and not really at school. So this was academic hell for her at the moment.

''Nightwing! I need help!''. Now that she was here she felt more relaxed. He was one of her good friends, what could she complain about now. He was by her side once again to save the day, just this time they weren't up against skilled chinese marfia, they were up against a tool in green pajamas. Turning back to Riddler she smirked. She wondered how he liked how the tables had turned now. But first she had to talk to Nightwing about it, and the question had been written down on the paper. Holding it out to him, she waited for him to take it but then this smart a** decided to take a turn on Dick. Commenting on sexuality? She almost wanted to laugh, Riddler did not know that a pretty little redhead was with Dick. So that's why a small giggle escaped her lips.

''Um, no. He isn't the one sucking on a juicy-pop is he buddo. Now let us work this out okay''. Turning back to Dick she rolled her eyes and then looked to him, holding the paper out to him. Team effort might be able to do this, him having the brains and he having the bounce to get their in seconds. Awesome combination, she just kind of wished that Babs was there too.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

(ooc: I hope I'm not jumping to far ahead with figuring out the riddle. Let me know if you guys would like me to change anything about it.)


Misfit had Dick’s full attention. When it came to the Riddler’s games, they were all but fun for everyone else. For too many years, Dick had faced the Riddler’s games. Time and time again, they had brought him down, but his riddle always proved to be a challenge of intellect. Coming into this situation was a bit different now for Dick, he was flying solo. Though he had Charlie by his side, he had to admit that he knew the riddles could be over your head at times and Charlie had yet to face off against the Riddler.

And after a quick glance around the lobby, he had spotted a bomb in the room that had been stopped. Which only meant to Dick, that there were probably more out there. The Riddler never have one stage to his crimes. There were always levels to his games, and they only got more challenge as they went on.

Dick just hoped that he had made it in time before time was running out on what the Riddler was planning. Taking the piece of paper that he was handed from Charlie, Dick glanced over it. Of course, it was a riddle written on the paper and it looked like Charlie had already tried to answer it. His focus was now on the riddle that he was looking at written on the paper.

Ignoring the first comment the Riddler had made about his sexuality, he wasn’t going to wait his time at the moment. Though, he raised an eyebrow at Charlie letting a slight laugh out over the comment. Then her comment she had thrown back at the Riddler, he did have to give her some credit for being about to stay some what calm over the situation before them and how focused she was.

”You’re one to talk,” he said in response to the Riddler. ”Besides, I didn’t realized you needed an invitation to this party. You’re starting to sound a bit like the Hatter.” Dick brought his attention back to the piece of paper within his hand. Reading over it, ignoring Charlie’s trying to solve it, Dick started from scratch.

There was always more to the riddles then the riddles themselves. Dick knew he would have to find the meaning. Thinking through it he looked how there something about a bridge and a band that needed to cross it in seventeen minutes. Seeing that one member had ten minutes to cross, another with five minutes, and the other two with one and two minutes. And seeing that they could only go in pairs, he figured it was simplest to have the two shortest times to go first, which would be two minutes. And the one minute would make the most sense to send back over to save time, with three minutes down. Then pairing the five and ten minute would bring your total to thirteen minutes all together. Sending the two minute person back over to get the one minute would give you fifteen minutes and by the time they walked over, it would be the full seventeen minutes.

Dick looked back at the screen straight at the Riddler. He had the answer, but it wasn’t the right answer to Riddler’s focus of his plots. ”The answer would be to send the one minute and two minute to cross the bridge first. Sending back the one minute to send back over the five minutes and ten minutes. Which would bring your time to thirteen minutes. Then the two minute person should be sent back over to get the one minute and cross back over together. And that would bring you to the seventeen minute limit having everyone across the bridge,” Dick replied to the riddle that had been on the paper.

Looking back toward Charlie, Dick then said,“But the point of this riddle isn’t to necessarily solve it. There is always more to these riddles than what they seem to be. Always a hidden meaning for the Riddler,” he started.

Glancing back at the paper and trying to think of the meanings that it took place at night with a band trying to cross a bridge. “So, if I’m not mistaken the next part has something to do with a bridge. Though, I’m assume that the riddle also gives off that we have a timelimit to find whatever it is he has set up,” Dick thought out loud, letting Charlie in on his thoughts.

“There’s a double meaning to the riddle. So what we need to do is think about what the second meaning is. We already know where’ looking for a bridge, but there are at least two or three main ones in Gotham that would be worth the Riddler’s time to threaten for his games,” he lowered his voice so mainly Charlie could hear him. He knew there was more to it, he was trying to figure out the meaning of the night and the band that seemed to stick out at him. He had a feeling he might know what that part of the riddle meant.

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The girl's comment caused him to frown with the very lollipop in question pouting out of his mouth. He sucked it back in and crossed his arms in annoyance. Candy didn't make him gay! Many respectable men ate candy...stupid child. Besides he was the one who had a girl....no not girlfriend...something...girl something. He couldn't even count on two hands the amount of women he had been with. No, eating a candy was a very masculine thing to do. Girls always did enjoy tasting something sweet. He smirked to himself as his mind went somewhere it probably shouldn't have in this type of situation.

"Oh please, go ahead. I wouldn't want to interrupt," he said sarcastically as he leaned back in his chair, his mind still not fully there. What was Nina doing tonight? They would have to celebrate his coming into wealth...again. Champagne, bath of money, silk sheets...

It wasn't until the man in blue, 'Nightwing,' spoke that his focus was regain. Not that he needed to have his full focus on the events in front of him. He could use less then two percent of his brain power and have these children running around in circles. "Don't compare me to the man who compensates for his insecurities with hats and little girls," he commented as he chewed over the small information provided for his puzzle. The way the boy addressed him seemed too familiar. They had obviously met before. His remark stated history. He looked over the posture. The back was kept straight and the way he moved seemed graceful. He appeared to be a man with acrobatic skills....

He didn't even need to hear the familiar spoken thought process to know who it was. "Ah Boy Blunder," he stated after Robin stated the correct answer. The brat had a tendency of getting quite a bit of his riddles correct. It was slightly irritating because the brat was truly a fool. "I see you've decided to take a different color from your crayon box and out of the 133 colors you chose...blue. Very original. Number 45 was always my favorite, but since today is a special day I would go with 5," he glanced at his other screen to see how everything was loading. Everything was still on time. He then looked back up at the webcam and the image of Robin and random girl he no longer cared about. "I must congratulate you on scratching the surface. It's like watching an infant with fools gold. They have such a different worth for things. Since everyone save one within this city is worthless to me, your logical next step will be difficult to make," he chuckled to himself. He placed the second batch of bombs under the eastern bridge. It was the furthest bridge from his location and also located in a dangerous area. He hoped the the danger in the area would slow the vigilantes. They could never turn away from someone who needed saving. They would become distracted and more time would be wasted. His biggest strength was not only mind, but his manipulation of time to play in his favor. The only worth he gained from the location was winning.

His smile still graced his lips. Oh silly children. They were so pathetic. "I assume Batman is joining us today. He would never let his little damsel get hurt," he stated as he glanced at Robin. How many times had that man come to the boys rescue? Quite stupid to fight crime with children. Very stupid.

He glanced up at the ceiling in hopes of seeing his true challenge today. It was starting to gnaw at his nerves. He couldn't understand why Batman continuously ignored him. He would have to show up. He would.