HOME | DD
BattKattColourBlak — The Poet and the Riddler 4
Published: 2011-09-15 14:59:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 250; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 5
Redirect to original
Description
Idle Time"Little miss Blue, little miss Blue, sing to the Green man and he'll sing too, little miss Blue…"
Nigma groaned. The Joker was at it again…
"I have a riddle, little miss Blue, give me a poem and I'll share it with you," sang the Joker. "Give me a kiss 'cause I'm so sweet on you, little miss Blue…"
It can only get worse from here.
"Joker, is life at the asylum boring to you? Singing the same lines over and over; I'd expect something a little more…original."
The Joker's eerie laugh echoed around the hall. "Don't worry Rid, I'm only biding my time while I'm here. I'll be out of your greasy hair in no time, don't you worry."
My hair is not greasy…
Nigma tried not to rise to the bait; it was rather tempting, though.
Tempting enough to reconsider not breaking out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Saturdays are my day off; the only day of the week where I don't have any work at all. Funny how that is; normally Sunday's the day of rest…
Too bad I have no real friends in Gotham.
So what do I do with all this free time?
My Saturday activities are normally centered on sleeping, eating, and trying not to die of boredom.
And maybe a little writing.
No, I don't really write all that often anymore…but sometimes I get so bored with reading or watching TV (and even of sleeping and eating).
The question is…what to write?
Little girl sitting all alone
With nowhere to go she stays at home
With no one to call, chat or converse
The inactivity is stifling, the silence even worse
But I'm not a little girl anymore. Not really…but I really have nothing to do…work may be a pain most days, but at least it's something to do…
God, I can't wait 'til tomorrow…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Free time in Arkham was like…Hell in a box.
That's how the Riddler saw it, anyhow.
If he had a choice he'd stay in his cell the entire day, but no, the inmates had to have a chance to walk around, get some sun and exercise.
The less dangerous ones, that is.
"Hello there…"
Ah, that would be Crane…
The Riddler sat in his chair and tried to ignore the psychiatrist-turned-psychopath. He was not in the mood.
Unfortunately, Crane had sat down in a chair across from him.
"How was your meeting with Ms. Blue the other night?"
The Riddler sighed.
Well, at least he doesn't act like the Joker…
"It went the same as always," he replied succinctly.
"The Joker again?"
How did he figure that out?
The Riddler sighed and nodded. "As I said; same as always." He rested his chin on his hand.
"Are you afraid, Nigma?"
Typical.
"I don't know what you're getting at, Crane."
"Afraid of the Joker breaking out on a day Ms. Blue is here?"
The Riddler grimaced. "I'd be concerned about any guard who's on duty when the Joker decides to break out. I'm sure you remember what happened the last time that he…got bored…"
Crane nodded. "Rather interesting what he did with only a toothpick, a match, and a piece of string…" he murmured. "Ingenious, isn't it…?" Then he sighed. "Those guards never had a chance..."
The Riddler stood up and walked away.
"Wait."
He turned to look at Crane. "What?"
"I'd also be afraid."
Ah, this is interesting.
"Afraid of what, Crane?"
Crane shifted in his seat. "Not of what, but for whom, Nigma."
Time was ticking and each minute dragged on and on…
Just avoid the Joker when he wants to leave and you'll survive…probably…
