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The Question gets recruited by Batman, to help with riddles left around Gotham by the Riddler, who had taken hostages, placed bombs and was currently hiding with his hostages while putting on a show of them on camera, watching the two vigilantes from the cameras around Gotham, some were set up just for this. The Riddler, had set this all up, he was ready he had more than one game plan to play on his chest board.
But His attention is captured by this new vigilante he's never seen before and suddenly, he doesn't want to mess with batman as much, Edward stares and watch this new vigilante, who seemed to solve his riddles and puzzles with pure ease, it appeased him.
Maybe, just maybe, this new guy was someone on his level, it looked like it, Edward was interested now, invested in this vigilante, the big question was who was he?
And why couldn't Edward get him out of his head?
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Gotham. Hell of a city, the city abandoned by god, and filled with the likes. Insane rogues who caused problems no matter the hour or day, while others were just as a much of an issue, the social elites, and the crime no matter how small always seemed to lurk near crime alley. It was ridden with issues, crime, and death, the smell of neglect and decaying streets.
However, despite the decay, the rotten hearts of many and the forgotten souls of the city's street kids who never had the time to be actual kids because of the lack. The lack of money, the lack of carefulness and caring, one should get from a parent of any kind, single married or even a grandparent. No one could ever tell them how to feel about it, his father didn't his, his mother protected him from it when she could. his Father taught him to help but he couldn't care for everyone every day every second of his life.
He wish he could but he couldn't.
"You're late."
The bat grunts as he slid out of the shadows with practiced ease. The kind from years and years of work and precision, a practiced skill. One he mastered a very, very long time ago.
“Not everyone can afford a motorbike and a car with their own logo. Especially since not, everyone is a narcissistic” The bat didn't laugh, he sighed as if disappointed instead. “..I’m not the best with jokes”
"I can tell, now, we need to get to work,