Tommy was feeling stumped. He admittedly felt that way most of the time but tonight he was feeling particularly vexed. Four things were currently indecipherable in his brain:
1) Black Canary had been cold & distant ever since that night in Ra's Al Ghul's lair. Tommy had tried to engage her both verbally and physically and she had rejected him. Tommy didn't know why.
2) The Mad Hatter had seemingly vanished after running amok in Gotham the night before. Tommy didn't know where he was.
3) Lex Luthor was looking for something in Gotham and had tried to get "Batman" out of the way. Tommy & Barbara Gordon didn't know what he was after. And Tommy STILL wasn't sure which, if any, member of the Justice League might be working with him.
The third mystery led into the fourth: Barbara had tasked Tommy with tracking down The Riddler and coercing him into helping them find out what Luthor was after. She insisted that Batman was the only person The Riddler would meet with, as Batman was the only person The Riddler respected. The two had matched wits many times before, Barbara said, and The Riddler believed Batman to be quite intelligent.
"Hopefully he doesn't figure out the truth," Barbara had said earlier.
"Hey..." Tommy was muttering as he traversed Gotham, hours later.
The Riddler was both easily tracked down and impossible to find. He compulsively always left a clue at his previous lair that led to his next one. If Tommy could solve the riddle, he'd be golden.
But, like always, Tommy was stumped.
"What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?"
Tommy stared at the riddle. He fucking hated riddles. They made him feel, like, dumb and stuff. He stared at the clue, embossed on a 8 1/2 x 11 card, and tried to decipher it. Actually, he mostly thought about tits, but occasionally he tried to decipher the puzzle.
'What stays in a corner?' He thought to himself. '...Baby? No, you're not supposed to put her in a corner. ...Tits? Goddammit, try to focus. Stays in a corner... go to a corner... go to your corner... GOT IT!!!'
Tommy quickly got on the comm and contacted Barbara Gordon.
"Barb! I went to The Riddler's last known location and found a clue that leads to his next hideout. Where's the nearest boxing ring?"
"Boxing Ring?" Barbara responded after a brief moment. She sounded like she was having dinner. "That doesn't sound like somewhere The Riddler would be. Are you sure you got the riddle right?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Tommy said, sounding offended. "Geez, give me a little credit."
Barbara paused. "Go ahead and read the riddle back to me," She told him.
Tommy sighed and began to read the card. "'What can travel around the world while staying in a cor-"
"A stamp," Barbara said, cutting him off. Tommy stared at the card. 'Fuck, that makes a lot more sense,' Tommy thought.
"Why did you think it was a boxing ring?" Barbara asked. She sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
Tommy felt very sheepish. "You know, because boxers have to, like, go to a corner during a bout."
"And boxers travel around the world?" Barbara said. She was laughing openly now.
"Yeah," Tommy said, feeling defensive. "You know, to fight... shut up," He said quietly.
"Okay, okay, so we got that riddle solved. You know where to head to next?" Barbara asked him, her laughter dying down.
"Of course I do," Tommy replied. His pride was hurt. "The answer was 'stamp' so I need to head to... to..."
"A post office," Barbara finished. There was clicking on her end of the line. "There's an abandoned post office not to far from you, at Cross & Wayne. And Batman," She said, her voice quivering, "Don't try to match wits with The Riddler. He's incredibly bright and you're... well..."
"I'll be fine," Tommy said quickly. "He's a nerd, right? I know how to handle nerds. That was like the only thing I learned how to do in high school. Didn't you?"
"I graduated high school when I was 15, so..." Barbara said nonchalantly.
"Oh," Tommy said. He felt dumb once again.
"Call me if you have any more riddles," Barbara said, her voice quivering as she signed off.
Tommy hung up and headed for the post office.
'I fucking hate riddles,' He thought.
***
Diedre Vance & Nina Damfino could not have predicted 6 months ago that they would be sitting in an abandoned post office, working for a man who dressed entirely in green and obsessed with puzzles, but life has a funny way of surprising you.
The two henchwomen had met at, oddly enough, a dominatrix club. Diedre, blonde & fair, had worked the front desk while Nina, darker with short black hair, had been one of the club's most in-demand workers. The two had struck up a friendship and, when an aggressive customer refused to accept that Diedre wasn't available for work and had gotten violent, Nina had responded by sticking him in the dick with a knife. The two had been on the run ever since and had wound up impressing The Riddler when they tried to stick him up outside of a bank. The villain didn't give him the cash; instead, he offered them jobs.
Overall, the gig wasn't bad for the two. The Riddler, while eccentric, was generally kind. He paid them on time, his jobs were always immaculately planned, and he never laid a finger on them. It could certainly be worse, as henchpeople for The Joker could certainly attest. The Penguin's probably made more money but they had to deal with The Penguin's grabby hands (plus they all ended up dead) and Two-Face's people never knew who they were going to deal with. No, dealing with The Riddler was as good as it was going to get for a Gotham City henchperson.
Of course, the job had its downsides. The outfit, for one. Both women had to wear a skintight green bathing suit with large "?" emblazoned on the front, along with domino masks and fishnet stockings. They looked good but it was hard to fight in: Diedre managed alright with her tall, slender frame but Nina was constantly worried that her large breasts would spill out of her top and she was constantly picking a wedgie out of her voluptuous ass. The lone piece of flair they were allowed was the policeman's cap that Diedre had picked up on their first caper; she convinced The Riddler to let her keep it by telling him it could be a riddle as to why she was wearing it. He liked that.
The nicknames were another annoyance. Diedre & Nina were not good enough for The Riddler, of course not. They simply HAD to go by Query & Echo. Diedre, now Query, made sense, but when Nina asked The Riddler why she was named Echo he simply smiled and told her to solve it. Diedre had barely held Nina back from punching their boss.
And then there were the riddles. God, the riddles. People thought The Riddler left riddles at his crimes to taunt the police and the superheroes that patrolled Gotham, to prove some sort of point about how smart he was, but the truth was he couldn't help himself. The man was compulsive, constantly answering questions in the form of riddles. This wasn't so grating most of the time, but when you as your boss where to go to escape the police cars behind you and he answers by telling you about a man with 7 wives it could be a little irritating.
Both Query & Echo liked their boss but they were never quite sure of what he was going to do. He could either do the smart thing or the compulsive thing. And now, as they watched Batman swinging upside down in one of The Riddler's immaculate traps, they hoped to God that he'd do the smart thing.
"Riddle me this, Query," The Riddler was saying, a wide smile on his face. He spun his cane as he presented his riddle.
"When I'm metal or wood,
I help you get home.
When I'm flesh and I'm blood,
In the darkness I roam."
"A bat," Query replied after a moment of thought. She couldn't help but feel a certain thrill when The Riddler nodded in approval. She couldn't help it; she loved riddles.
"That's right, a bat," The Riddler said as he watched Batman try in vain to pull himself up and undo the rope that was holding him. Batman flailed and then gave up, hanging upside down by one foot.
"I didn't come here to fight," Batman said. "I came here for help."
"Help?" The Riddler said, pausing the twirling of his cane. "Oh Batman, I agree that you need a fair bit of help right now." The Riddler acted confident but Echo knew that her boss's interest was piqued. "What sort of help did you need?" The Riddler asked, trying not to sound interested.
Batman began to speak. "Lex Luthor is trying to get his hands on something in Gotham and I need to find out what. I was hoping that you could help."
Query & Echo eyed their boss carefully. The smart thing to do would be to say no. The compulsive thing... The Riddler began to speak.
"When you have me
you want to share me
When you share me
I no longer exist..."
"Echo?" The Riddler asked his buxom assistant. She sighed angrily; she hated riddles. She was surprisingly good at them but still, answering them constantly was incredibly grating. But she knew that not answering would kill The Riddler so she tersely replied, "A secret."
"Indeed," The Riddler said, stroking his chin. "Lex Luthor has a secret and, given that Batman has come to me for help, it must be a good one..."
The Riddler trailed off, his mind already working. Query & Echo were worried; they knew that this was just the kind of thing someone like Batman would say to distract their boss, to throw him off. They tried urgently to get him back on track.
"Boss," Echo said, "Remember that we have plans ahead." The three were due to knock over a train carrying an assortment of bonds the next night; their carefully-planned heist had to go on as scheduled.
Echo's words seemed to have their effect on The Riddler. "I'm sorry, Batman, but I'm afraid my assistant is right. I'm a little too tied up to help you right now. Or to free you, as well. You're going to hang here for a very long time." Both Query & Echo breathed a sigh of relief.
"...Unless you are able to answer the following riddle."
Query grimaced. Echo muttered a profanity under her breath.
"A riddle? Goddammit," Batman said as he swung lightly from side to side. "I fucking hate riddles."
The Riddler began to recite a riddle. It was one of his favorites and one both Query & Echo had heard before.
"What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time an-"
"I figured you wouldn't be able to help me," Batman said, interrupting him. "It probably wouldn't matter, anyway. If The Cluemaster couldn't figure out what Luthor was up to then certainly you wouldn't have been able to." He let the words hang in the air. Echo winced when she heard the name.
"The... The Cluemaster?" The Riddler said in disbelief. "You went to THE CLUEMASTER before you came to me?" His face turned red.
Batman, still hanging upside down, nodded. "Well of course I went to The Cluemaster first. I needed the best."