Bring Her D O W N! [Riddler/Possible Invite]

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Her head was pounding. It felt like her Mike Tyson was fighting a heavy weight championship title bout against the side of her skull, and he was definitely winning. With a groan Eve cracked an eye open gingerly, hissing at the light and putting her head down as she tried to blink away the sudden tears of discomfort. Finally able to see Evie looked around, grey eyes sweeping the large open space, it looked like it could have possibly been a warehouse of some sort, she wasn't exactly sure. There were bright green question marks spray painted here and there though, a few crates lying around with more question marks on them. Where the hell was she exactly? The last Eve could remember, she had walked out of Wayne Enterprises intent on going home and doing a whole lot of nothing with the rest of her night except looking over a few reports when someone had called her name. Turning around had proved to be a bad idea, because as soon as she did, there was a flash of green, clothing she had assumed, and then everything had gone black. What the hell had they done? Her head was still pounding hard enough to make her think she had just been clubbed over the head, but then again, she could have just been gassed with something. Either way, Eve tried to bring a hand up to rub her aching temples and found she couldn't complete the action, her hands having been tied behind her back. In fact, now that she could focus better without that clouded haze over her head, she found that she had been tied to a chair. Shit. The woman found that it was probably safe to conclude at this point that she had been kidnapped. She took a deep breath, trying to remember what her brother had told her to do if she ever got kidnapped. First things first, Eve needed to know who her kidnapper was, and why he or she or they had decided that they needed to fuck up her night in particular and then go from there, "Hey! Hey assholes! The fuck am I tied to a chair for?!" Probably not the best way to garnish the attention of her host for the evening, but delicacy wasn't her strongest point, especially when her temper started to flare, and oh was it flaring right now. She didn't have time for this type of shenanigans. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 415 Music: Bring Her Down - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: Sorry that took so long Dx [/style]

[The Riddler]

Ah yes, he can’t pretend he hasn't missed this,

Over the last few days despite a quite quiet few months things has been heating up recently, which in hindsight could well be the reason for yet another stroke of genius on the Riddler’s part. He had his eye on WayneTech for quite some time now, but couldn’t exactly pinpoint how, ever since Bane raided the building, the place has been a variable fortress, in the old days it would only take a few dozen men and a few hours of hacking into the system, but now? It was a tad more difficult.

However he believed he may have found his in…

It took much time and effort to get Miss. Ahherst into her current position…but as the Riddler loaded her body into the back of his van…it was all worth it,

As the Riddler mused upon this fact sitting in his custom warehouse wearing his signature attire of dark green shirt decorated with purple question mark and of course his trusty cane by his side. He found his thoughts being cut into by a most inconsiderate way.

Hey! Hey assholes! The fuck am I tied to a chair for?!"

Nygman pursed his lips and closed his eyes in irritation before picking up his cane and sauntering into view of Eve.

“…And so sleeping beauty awakes from her flowery slumber, if your experiencing severe migraines or disorientation please don’t be alarmed. Your merely experiencing the side effects of chloroform overpowering your senses, but I assure you it will past, oh, and please don’t struggle and scream out for help. You’ll only tire yourself out, and a tired mind makes mistakes, and I need you to at your full mental capacity for the evenings activities. Oh, but where are my manners? Allow me to formally introduce myself."

With an arrogant smirk painted on his face Nygma flamboyantly mock bows in front of Eve.

“Edward Nygma, or as you probably know me better as…The Riddler at your service, Charmed I’m sure…."

Nygma sharply leans back up taking care to slick back his hair and smooth down his suit.

“Now, as to your purpose here tonight…you and I are going to play a game…Observe.”

With his cane The riddler gestures to the ropes holding Eve or more specifically the thick black cable that’s connected to the ropes which seems to lead into some sort of elaborate electrical system.

“As you can see you happen to be a part of an electrical current, which happens to be activated by this cane…So, the game is this: I’m going to ask you a number of simple rudimentary riddles, if you get them right, well good for you…but, if you get it wrong I’ll activate the power causing a electric current to run through your body resulting in what I would imagine to be quite a painful shock".


The riddler pauses for a moment to let this statement sink in before clapping his hands in a sudden businesslike manner.

“Are you ready to play?, then I’ll begin: Riddle me this: What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows?”

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] She cringed a little, eyebrows knitting together in pain as he spoke. Her head was still pounding and his voice was like nails on chalkboard because of it, suddenly she wished that she hadn't said anything because his talking really wasn't helping. Aside from the feeling that her brain was going to turn to a nice fine mush and start dripping out of her ears, Eve also had this blossoming urge to punch the man that was talking right in his smarmy sounding face. Because he really, really had it coming if he thought he had the nuts to kidnap her. "Holy fuckin' shit I'm sorry I said anything, do you not shut up?" Eve was probably being a bit more vulgar today then normal, not by much, but just enough to show that she was really not happy with the entire situation. Last time she had been kidnapped it had been by a giant crocodile that wanted to make her his wife, she could only wonder what the man in the garish green suit wanted. Unfortunately he was going to be the type that talked and talked and talked before getting to an actual point it seemed. Her temper was already at the breaking point with that thought. Oh great, it was the Riddler, how did Eve keep attracting the nut jobs? Whatever he had set up didn't sound pleasant, and just made her want to hit him all the more. Struggling against the ropes, it was more to test them then anything else really, there wasn't much slack at all, shit, "Its a mountain," Eve rolled her eyes, "I saw that movie too, now since I answered one of your riddles, how about you answer my question, tit for tat is only fair after all," She didn't wait for him to argue, "Why did you kidnap me?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 317 Music: Bring Her Down - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: 8| [/style]

[The Riddler]

Hmmm…That wasn’t exactly the response Nygma had been hoping for…

"Holy fuckin' shit I'm sorry I said anything, do you not shut up?

The Riddler smirk died on his face to be replaced by a bemused look on his face as he fought desperately to violently back hand Eve where she stood.

How dare she.

How dare she talk to the Riddler with such disrespect, but no. He mustn’t raise to her childless insults, this was one of those rare occasions that he actually required assistance and therefore she was more useful to him alive than dead…for the moment at the very least. He must be the bigger man and forgive her for her transgressions.

Forgive her Riddler, for she does not know…

"Its a mountain, I saw that movie too."

At this words the riddler raises his eyebrows in mild surprise before offering her a mild mock slow clap.

“Bravo, very impressive, it was of course a simple question that even a monkey could answer, and you used relatively no thinking power to get the answer, but bravo nonetheless.

“Now since I answered one of your riddles, how about you answer my question, tit for tat is only fair after all,Why did you kidnap me?"

Quick as a flash, with a resigned sigh The Riddler pressed down on the button activating the electric current causing an electric shock to run through Eve’s body. Admittedly he leaned on the button more then necessary but he was rather enjoying himself…after several prolonged moment he finally released the button and approached Eve with rage clearly evident in his voice.

“No, no no no,no!” The Riddler practically roared “That’s not how this work, You demand nothing of me you insolent whore! You should be grateful I gave you the opportunity to live, do you think The Joker would offer you the same courtesy? I do plan, on giving you answers but only when I see fit to give them, until then, you will only speak when spoken to and you will treat me with respect and fear and acknowledge me as your superior. Is that understood? Or do I have watch you’re pathetic body convulse a few more times before the message sets in?”

Not waiting for an answer, The riddler leans back up with a renewed springs in his step.

“Now then if you’re quite done, shall we continue? Riddle me this: A man and a woman were driving in their car when it broke down. The man decided to go for help at a gas station a few miles back. He made sure nobody was in the car, rolled all the windows up, and locked all of the sedan's doors. He went off, but when he came back, his wife was dead, and there was a stranger in the car. No physical damage was done to the car, so how pray tell did the stranger get in?”

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Even through she was tied to a chair, shock collar around her neck and all, Eve couldn't help but rule her eyes at the green clad man, annoyance pouring out of her in waves. She really didn't have time for this, and even strapped to a chair and staring down what she was sure was a total psychopath all Eve could think was all the fucking work that she still had waiting for her to do. Workaholic? Definitely, and she definitely deserved a raise for all this if she made it out alive, which Eve planned to do, because she had too much to do to be murdered by some idiot in a bad suit. Ok, maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as she thought, the moment that shock ran through her Eve was sure that her hair had stood on edge, unable to hold back a scream as she writhed around, struggling against the restraints because she needed to get that fucking collar off. Oh he was going to get it, oh sweet baby Jesus she wanted nothing more then to rip his still beating heart out and feed it to him at that moment, Eve didn't do well with being told what to do, nor did she appreciate someone in a horrid green suit trying to talk down to her either. Her jaw was clenched so tight it was beginning to cramp and she was sure in a moment her eye was going to start twitching at the mere fact that she couldn't just stand up and punch his teeth down his throat. "Oh you are fuckin' with the wrong person, you obnoxious walking fashion disaster, kiss my ass" The brunette just couldn't keep her damn mouth shut, and immediately after she braced herself for another painful shock. Eve couldn't say that she was fond of the feeling, but damn it was worth it to tell that psycho to kiss her ass, or at least she was going to keep telling herself that because those shocks really really did hurt. She was going to get out of this, and she was going to tell her brother and she only hoped she'd be there when Malaki concaved this jerks smarmy face. It took her a moment to gather her wits about her again, shaking her head to try and get the hair out of her face so she could glare at him as she spoke, "She was pregnant, she popped out a baby and died during childbirth, thus the other person in the car," Her tone was matter of fact, she had to wonder if this circus master reject knew that she had a genius level IQ as well, and she could go at this all night if it came down to it. Not that she planned to, she was going to get out of this chair and hurt him before the end of the night, "Next," Oh now she was just being obnoxious for the sake of it. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 512 Music: Bring Her Down - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: 8| [/style]

[The Riddler]

Nygma always considered himself a man of reason, the worlds foremost champion of logic, a philosopher a man that could stop the armies of the world with simply the power of mind and voice, rather then his fists. He recognized that violence from time to time was necessary but on the whole in Nygam’s not-so humble opinion the only thing violence ever solved was a crossword.

Spending time in Eve Amherst company was causing Nygma to rapidly re-evaluate that opinion

Nygma was somewhat taken aback by Miss. Amherst unsavory attitude, he expecting nothing less then the respect or all he knew, people who belittled the Riddler tended to not live very long he even liked to think in some twisted way The Batman had some respect for Nygma. After all, he was certain that the Bat enjoyed a challenge as him, but this woman was a new breed altogether.

"Oh you are fuckin' with the wrong person, you obnoxious walking fashion disaster, kiss my ass"

It was at this point that the overwhelming urge to grad a pistol from his goons and shot the insolent bitch right between the eyes, in fact at these words the temper of Nygma flew up again and he had raised his cane ready to strike her before he regained his composer. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions rule his head. He abducted Amherst for a good reason, he had a plan, and Eve Amherst was instrumental to those plans, and killing her right here and now while immensely satisfying in the short term would hinder him more then help. He couldn’t let Amherst sophomoric insults get under his skin. He needed to press on with the objective at hand, namely breaking Miss. Amherst spirit which would proving a more difficult task then he had anticipated, but that’ll just requires more creative solutions.

"She was pregnant, she popped out a baby and died during childbirth, thus the other person in the car,next,”

Atop of Nygma’s many characteristic foremost of them all was fairness. Unlike certain masked heroes that he could name, The Riddler was if nothing else a man of his word…but while saying that, that smug look on her face tipped him over the edge.

“Ah, yes an eloquent solution, and I can see the logic in your thinking…such as shame it’s the wrong answer.”

Nygma face broke into a Chester cat grin while his finger hovered over the activation button.

“I’m afraid, Miss Amherst that you seemed to have misinterpreted the question. You see when I said the door was locked…I’m afraid that I wasn’t exactly truthful…The answer was serial killer slit the women’s throat and waited in the car for the man.”

At these words Nygma’s finger pushed down the button activating the collar. While the last time he pushed the button he held it down more then was needed, this time it was Nygma’s intention to render her almost comatose, to fry that shape tongue in her head but most of all to make her meek and submissive to the Riddler’s will. After several prolonged minutes of this, the riddler finally relented, and once again approached Eve, This time taking the time to grab her face roughly forcing her to look his eyes as he spoke with gritted teeth.

Two convicts are locked in a cell. There is an unbarred window high up in the cell. No matter if they stand on the bed or one on top of the other they can't reach the window to escape. They then decide to tunnel out. However, they give up with the tunneling because it will take too long. Finally one of the convicts figures out how to escape from the cell. What is his plan?”

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Her brows knit together in annoyance, mouth setting into a deep and grim frown, "The hell are you talkin' about wrong answer? You shit, you and I both know that was right," To say that her feather were ruffled was the under statement of the month, already she was puffing up with annoyance, taking a deep breath that caused her to literally puff up, chest out with annoyance as she scowled deeper at the man and pictured how wonderful it would feel to take this chair and break it right over his goddamn head. Wipe that shit eater smirk right off his face. "Look if you don't know how to do your job, maybe you outta think of a new gimmick, cause you obviously don't know shit about ridd-," She was cut off by the pain, trying to bite back the scream just because she didn't want to give him that sort of satisfaction, the sick bastard, but holy fuck if that wasn't the worst pain she had ever felt. Eve was screaming herself horse a moment later, it felt like time had decided now was as good as any to stop, seconds suddenly feeling like hours and all she could feel was the pain lacing through her at the moment, her neck felt like it was on fire, electric shock had a tendency to burn and this, this was burning. Screaming and thrashing against the restraints Eve was pretty sure he was going to kill her with that in another minute when he finally eased off the button. Almost immediately the woman went limp, gasping to catch her breath, the pain had left her unable to breath, and she hadn't even noticed she was screaming until she felt the raspiness in her throat. Breathing heavily, her head rolled back, there was just...pain. Eve couldn't even yelp from the pain when he grabbed her face, her throat was just so sore. She could barely process his words, still struggling for air, the look in her grey eyes was glassy, but there was still this spark, almost murderous. She was going to hurt him. Before the end of this night she was going to cause this man pain. All of the wild uncontrollable thrashing she had been doing was also doing a number on the chair, cheap and old wooden thing it was, no doubt probably already a victim of some form of weather rotting, not that it was something people had a tendency to pay attention to, a chair was usually, just a chair after all, but this one was a bit weak. There had been a dangerous creak to it when she moved the way she had, no doubt he hadn't been able to hear it over her screaming. One good lunge and she was sure she'd be able to snap the back right off, she just needed to catch her breath first and wait for him to turn his back. Breath still ragged, she stared him down, muscles still lax for the moment, that last shock really had done a number on her, "He's gonna pile up," She had to stop for air, "the dirt from the tunnel, climb up to the window and out," It was taking all she had not to lunge forward and bite his nose off, he was that close and she was that angry. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 571 Music: Bring Her Down - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: 8| [/style]

[The Riddler]

"Look if you don't know how to do your job, maybe you outta think of a new gimmick, cause you obviously don't know shit about ridd-,

Y’know for such an intelligent woman, and yes the Riddler will concede that she was quite the bright spark, maybe a little…rough around the edges shall we say? Perhaps a little mouthy and far too vulgar tastes but still quite bright. Yet she still seemed ignorant to the fact that some times in life the wisest move is to remain mute.

A rudimentary lesson but a lesson Edward Nygma was more then happy to dish out.

As was mentioned before The Riddler being a man of intellect, Nygma never practically enjoyed the notion of violence and indeed the idea of reckless mayhem for no desirable purpose appalled him to his very core, however Nygma couldn't help but feel a touch of gratification Seeing Eve Amherst writhing in pain, Where were her witty comebacks and attempts at degrading Nygma now Miss Amherst?

He would hope that this experience would reinforce in her mind that she needed to show someone like Nygma (IE. Her betters) with a little reverence and respect.

Sadly at this point that would be hopefulness to the point of insanity .

He's gonna pile up…the dirt from the tunnel, climb up to the window and out.”

The Riddler scanned her face for a moment perhaps debating whatever or not to allow that answer, his finger crept slowly to the button that administered the shock just wanting to see her reactions, if there was any show of fear or any sigh of a nervous tick that she subconsciously registered the button at a source of pain.

Pavlov made a dog salivate, it was Nygma’s intention to make this one weep.

However at this point that seemed quite unnecessary, for one thing the young women seemed to be on the verge of consciousness and it was apparent that she required medical attention after this.

It was time to finish the job.

“As you can see Miss. Amherst I’m in complete control and you are helpless. Quite a position I’m sure you are unfamiliar with. Your immediately fate lies solely in my hands, if I so choose I could end your life merely by applying a little pressure and holding it in place for a moment, you might say I hold light and death in my fingers. However you can easily spare yourself , all I ask is that you answer one last question. If you answer it correctly then you’ll be set free and I’ll have my associates transport you to the nearest medical facility if you refuse to answer however…”

Nygma purposely left that point hanging in the air, after all did it really need to be said? He was struggling to contain his excitement now. This was what it’s been building up to, weeks and weeks of plotting. Picking the perfect target, everything.

“It’s a simple question. In fact due to your position at Wayne Enterprises all that is required of you is information…I need to know, everything. Everything you know about Wayne enterprises. Every passcodes, every bank account number, weapon blueprints…Access to everything…and I would strongly advice against any show of resistances.”