Revenge of The Riddler's Daughter

Remembrance

His memory haunts me...

Everything, and anyone I ever loved has been taken. My friendship with Kane laid shattered with mistrust and envy. The relationship I once held with my dad appeared to be forever broken, while the love of my life is lying 6 feet under Gotham.

Sometimes when I close my eyes, I feel the fire of hell blazing against the side of my face like it did that night. Let me warn you how a photographic memory is no blessing. I can recall every detail of Jason's final hours. The warehouse, the fire, my voice lost in the sound of crackles and tiny explosions as a horrified shriek escaped trembling lips. It was clearly imprinted in my mind. Helpless, I watched Batman emerge with Jason. Any flicker of hope left my heart to see he was already dead. His body was burnt, beaten, a horrifying sight that made me sick to my stomach. Any emotion I felt for Jason and his death soon had to be locked away within me. Everyone knows in Gotham it would be weakness for a villian like myself to show a sign of emotion. Bruce kept his promise that night. Less then an hour afterwords he came for me.

Riddle me this, How does one know they are a disgusting human being, a monster?

Answer: When the Batman comes for you instead of the murdering clown.

I went straight to Arkham, missing his funeral and any chance to mend broke relationships. Did Bruce really believe I was the one responsible for his death? Maybe I was...I lower my head, thinking about it.  I wonder if Bruce was right to lock me up. Sometimes at Arkham, in the silence of my cell, I would ponder to myself who I hated the most. The three contenders were, the Batman, the Joker, or myself. The correct answer always ended up as a three way tie. It killed me inside that after all my training, everything I've learned and my high level of intellect, I still failed to save the one I fell in love with.

"It is my fault Jason is dead. I WAS SO STUPID! That's what kills me! Jason was so focused in trying to save me from the life I lived, I NEVER  thought of the danger I was putting him in...."

No one would know nor understand the feelings I felt for Jason. You know what how hard it is to keep all my memories of him and emotions I felt inside. The challenge began to drive me to the edge of insanity many weeks ago. I was aware that what I locked away was too dangerous for my sanity and pose to let out. "I am a villain dammit! I shouldn't feel this way! " I pause, glaring at the dead body I was talking to. He was the cab driver who helped me get into the city from Arkham. A cold chill went down my spine as his face paled. My hand began to twitch, leading me to drop the knife. Slowly, I ran a hand through my hair, which had become so coarse over my time at Arkham. I sprinted out of the cab because the now was not right time for me to go into hiding. Eventually I would, but not yet. I had one more thing left to do tonight.

The familiarity of the place made my stomach turn as I approached the alley way. Memories from 6 months ago flashed before my eyes as I walked towards a tarnished wall of the abandon apartment building.

~Flashback~

Sirens whistling in her ears, a flustered and cold Enigma caught Jason's body alone for a second. Batman had returned back to the batmobile. The closer she got, the more her hands trembled. Enigma could not bring herself to look at Jason's face. In one swift movement she stole his cape and ran. From behind her she heard Brucie's voice call out in a scolding tone. Her legs moved faster with each word, wanting to get as far away from Jason and the Batman. She knew at the time her emotions were wild, and would not be capable of being arrested beside his body. It would be too painful. Enigma knew she did not have long until the Batman would come and arrest her, so she hid his cape where she deemed it to be safe.

"Right...about...Here." With a gentle touch I pulled a stone out of the side of the old building. Behind the brick was faded black and gold fabric. The cape was tattered, and covered in ash as I pulled it out of the wall. My hand ran along the seam of the material, the last thing I had of Jason. I wrapped the cape around me, for warmth and to keep my Arkham uniform hidden. A faint smell hit me, which I recognized. Aside from the smell of fire, the scent remind me of Jason. His faint oder created a sad sort of smile on my face as I headed toward my new home.