Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2011 22:55:50 GMT -5
He sat in the front seat of the van studying the book in his hand. A picture of Abraham Lincoln with his cabinet staff sat around a desk discussing political decisions. It was perfect. It was so simple the GCPD would probably overlook the riddle entirely. He glanced at the specially made bookmark. Across the front of the book mark, in script font, it read, “1000 Words.” On the back of the book mark it was a large green question mark that was the signature to all of his riddles. He smirked proud of his work. He then opened up the book Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln to the last chapter, Chapter 25 page 702 to be exact. He placed the bookmark in its place before slamming the book shut. He heard the small blond boy in the back jump in seat, and the big black man driving shift uncomfortably.
He grabbed the book and turned back to face the nineteen year old. “Now I feel like I shouldn’t have to go over this again, but with television destroying minds I’d rather be safe and repeat it,” he stated with a serious face. His bowler hat was tipping down on his forehead. His focus though was his employee. The kid had messed up his last riddle; he would not mess up this one. The boy look like he was trying to control that nervous shake he had gotten. “It simple...” he said as he held the book out for the boy, “ so simple even you can do it. You are going to hand this to the front desk at the GCPD. You will say these words only. ‘This is a present for Commissioner Gordon.’ You will then leave. Do you understand?”
The boy’s head was shaking but nodded. “Excellent,” his serious expression turned into an arrogant smirk. He handed the book to the boy, “Riddle me this, what happens to a toy that constantly breaks?”
He waited his usual ten seconds for the boy to answer. Instead his eyes darted from one place to another. His smirk didn’t falter even though his right leg sharpened with a pain of irritation. To think it took only one stupid look to set back the power of a good riddle. “You toss it in the trash with all the other dead toys,” he said with a smile then turned back around so he could get his tootsie pop. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green apple lollipop.
“Yes sir…I-I won’t mess up,” he said politely. Ah yes that’s why he kept him around. He was respectful. He quickly unwrapped his lollipop and placed it in his mouth. He started counting slowly to keep his mind on the unsolvable riddle. How many licks to the center of the tootsie pop?
“I don’t get why were passin’ out presents to fat pig up top,” Allen growled from the drivers seat.
Edward turned to the big muscled man with a smile. “I’m not surprised, but luckily I never paid you to think,” his lips then frowned. Allen and Robby would be the end of his leg if they continued their stupid rambling. He glanced outside. They were in west Gotham now. Only a few more moments and they would be outside GCPD. Allen made a left and the police cars came into view. His lips stretched into a full grin. The excitement of fooling the slow dim witted cops entertained his mind. They would never figure it out even though it is the simplest riddle he has ever created. Well…as long as the Batman did not get involved his crime would be a success.
He pulled off his dark green bowler cap that would draw attention as Allen parked in the visitor parking place. “Go,” he ordered.
Robby opened the door and causally walked towards the front doors. Cops were walking out and walking in. A normal criminal would be nervous, but Edward wasn’t. No one notices what hides in plain sights. He saw Allen’s hands tighten on the drivers wheels. Edward just plucked out his green lollipop and stared at it. He had lost count. Those tootsie roll bastards knew no one could sit and count each licks without biting. He would have to write a respectful letter to them some day.
The next thing he knew the back door opened again, and Robby was back inside. “Any problems?” he asked.
“N-no,” he answered his eyes falling to the floor. Normally that would be a sign of guilt, but with Robby it was just personality. If the boy was guilty he would honestly admit it.
He clapped his hands together in joy, “Well let’s go. A new Law and Order SVU is on tonight.” He felt giddy with excitement. His crime would take place this week, and he was certain it would be a success.
“Ya figure out rapist in the first five minutes,” Allen said annoyed.
“Yes that’s the fun of it,” he responded as Allen put the car in reverse as they sped back to their hideout.
He grabbed the book and turned back to face the nineteen year old. “Now I feel like I shouldn’t have to go over this again, but with television destroying minds I’d rather be safe and repeat it,” he stated with a serious face. His bowler hat was tipping down on his forehead. His focus though was his employee. The kid had messed up his last riddle; he would not mess up this one. The boy look like he was trying to control that nervous shake he had gotten. “It simple...” he said as he held the book out for the boy, “ so simple even you can do it. You are going to hand this to the front desk at the GCPD. You will say these words only. ‘This is a present for Commissioner Gordon.’ You will then leave. Do you understand?”
The boy’s head was shaking but nodded. “Excellent,” his serious expression turned into an arrogant smirk. He handed the book to the boy, “Riddle me this, what happens to a toy that constantly breaks?”
He waited his usual ten seconds for the boy to answer. Instead his eyes darted from one place to another. His smirk didn’t falter even though his right leg sharpened with a pain of irritation. To think it took only one stupid look to set back the power of a good riddle. “You toss it in the trash with all the other dead toys,” he said with a smile then turned back around so he could get his tootsie pop. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green apple lollipop.
“Yes sir…I-I won’t mess up,” he said politely. Ah yes that’s why he kept him around. He was respectful. He quickly unwrapped his lollipop and placed it in his mouth. He started counting slowly to keep his mind on the unsolvable riddle. How many licks to the center of the tootsie pop?
“I don’t get why were passin’ out presents to fat pig up top,” Allen growled from the drivers seat.
Edward turned to the big muscled man with a smile. “I’m not surprised, but luckily I never paid you to think,” his lips then frowned. Allen and Robby would be the end of his leg if they continued their stupid rambling. He glanced outside. They were in west Gotham now. Only a few more moments and they would be outside GCPD. Allen made a left and the police cars came into view. His lips stretched into a full grin. The excitement of fooling the slow dim witted cops entertained his mind. They would never figure it out even though it is the simplest riddle he has ever created. Well…as long as the Batman did not get involved his crime would be a success.
He pulled off his dark green bowler cap that would draw attention as Allen parked in the visitor parking place. “Go,” he ordered.
Robby opened the door and causally walked towards the front doors. Cops were walking out and walking in. A normal criminal would be nervous, but Edward wasn’t. No one notices what hides in plain sights. He saw Allen’s hands tighten on the drivers wheels. Edward just plucked out his green lollipop and stared at it. He had lost count. Those tootsie roll bastards knew no one could sit and count each licks without biting. He would have to write a respectful letter to them some day.
The next thing he knew the back door opened again, and Robby was back inside. “Any problems?” he asked.
“N-no,” he answered his eyes falling to the floor. Normally that would be a sign of guilt, but with Robby it was just personality. If the boy was guilty he would honestly admit it.
He clapped his hands together in joy, “Well let’s go. A new Law and Order SVU is on tonight.” He felt giddy with excitement. His crime would take place this week, and he was certain it would be a success.
“Ya figure out rapist in the first five minutes,” Allen said annoyed.
“Yes that’s the fun of it,” he responded as Allen put the car in reverse as they sped back to their hideout.