Revenge of The Riddler's Daughter

The Plan

"Alright, Let me get this straight." Another hour passed by as Rachel took her good old time with my plan. Already, the timer on the microwave read 1pm as Rachel's pencil hit the table again. The bottom end of the eraser was beginning to wear from the constant tapping of her pencil. "You want to turn Bruce Wayne's celebration for Richard Grayson, who is as close as a Celebrity Gotham has, into a giant death game." An unamused, yet concern, Rachel spoke. The pencil slide behind her bright red hair, while her hands went to pick up her fourth cup of coffee for the day, How many times did she want me to go over my genius plan? She should have to buy me lunch for not catching on by now. Usually it never took this long for her to give in, and go along with my idea. I for one could not tell if she was stalling, or being generally idiotic. Either way we have no time to spare as the ball is Friday. Seven days with no time to waste. A wide reached scheme, like the one I wished to pull off, normally took months. My plan becomes more complex considering we trying to pull it off with only Rachel and myself. In a regular timeline, we would be focusing on rehearsal of the plan by now, not sketching the blueprints. My stomach was starting to become a hostage in her game, growing hungry for lunch.

"Exactly!" I sigh, leaning back in my chair. Rachel looked down at the table. which hardly had any space to put down her coffee cup. Blueprints, sticky notes and and green paper had to be pushed aside for her to set it down.

"Even considering the extra security.." Rachel hesitated again, eyeing me in confusion. She could not place why I was so focused and persistent on such a plan. For a second, I wondered if I should fill her in a little to what I knew about Bruce being Batman. Then again, Bruce could spill my secret to anyone, or worse tell Rachel about Jason. "-which Bruce guarantees will keep Joker out."

"Joker is not that smart as everyone makes him out to be. We shall be fine." I shrug, looking up at her. Sure, I knew the security was a feature in place to prevent me and my tactics. Bruce would try his best to make it impossible for Enigma, Emily, or any aliases of mine to make it through the front door, or roof. Therefore, I let Rachel believe the measures were all in place for the Joker, instead of me. I mean her knowing only gives her another reason to not agree to my plan. "I'm a genius, remember. This will work."

"E. That sounds just about as insane as people think we are." Obviously, Rachel was not Miss Optimistic today. Maybe I did wake her up too early.

"Yeah, so?"

She takes a long exhale out, tapping the pen against the table. Her eyes scanned over the blueprints, which I quickly sketched for her an hour ago.

"You are going to do this with or without me I presume."

"Of course."

She sighed, starting to draw on my sketches.

"First off, we need the exact blueprints of Wayne Manor."

"Do-able. I'm bidding on them as we speak." I pull out my phone from beneath the table. The black market was such a wonderful thing. To my surprise, the Wayne Manor sketches were placed online earlier that day. I hope they are real. RH357 was the IP address selling them, which was helpful. I had no time to do my own hacking.

"Secondly, I don't think we should harm Bruce Wayne, as much as we hate him. Nor should we touch his guest of honor, I mean-" She scratched her neck, having a look of uncomfort about her. Rachel paused a little before giving a small nod. "It's just not my style, or yours really."

"I don't have a style." I roll my eyes, what was she even talking about with style. Her words were boring to say the least. I will harm whoever I like. Rachel could not stop me from letting that happen.

"Your plan is to destroy his reputation, Grayson does not need to die. We can cross this part off." I watch as she crosses off my assassination of the first Robin. Why did she have so much of a problem with it? Once again, I wonder if I should tell her what sins I know about Bruce and Mr. Grayson. No, she does not need to know. Rachel could tell everyone, or worse ask how I knew such a thing. "It's impractical..." Rachel went on. "I mean...everyones going to think you will kill off the guest first. Heightened security there... I mean your just wasting your time.." She paused, trying to see if I was buying it. "You get what I'm trying to say. Right?"