I wanted a change from my sequel so i started writing this riddler story, it will start them off at high school but go on to the events of batman begins. It migth take me a while to update because i'm focusing more on the Alice turns violent sequel so don't be mad if i don't update as quickly as usual.

DISCLAIMER: i do not own any of the characters except my OC's all the rest belong to DC comics or their rightful owners.

Okay i'm going to try something new as i've read many fanfics that do this and i always like those ones, though there are fanfics that do do this and there still amazing but i just like this idea and wanted to try it.

CHAPTER REVISED: hello everyone, sorry that there hasn't been a new update in ages. Between revising for tests, technical difficulties and mega mind block, I've taken forever, but I'm not giving up on this story or the other one, I'm going to edit some of these chapters better.

Now on with the chapter!

Why do you look so familiar?

I could swear that i, have seen your face before

i think that i like that you seem sincere

I think i'd like to get to know you a little bit more

I think there's something more

Aviril Lavigne - Who knows

Why did I take psychology? I never understood it; to me psychology was for the sad and lonely. I guess that's why Creepy Crane liked it so much, the ultimate nerd.

My eyes quickly glanced in his direction and saw him scribbling down more unneeded notes, I mean seriously, who does that! That wasn't the only reason Creepy Crane was creepy, hell no, another reason was because of his eyes. The only way I could describe his eyes were that they were electrified, the brightest blue I have ever known and his only good features. What ruined those dazzling eyes was that he used them to analyse every person that came into his eyesight, I unfortunately had to be analysed numerous times, as he was my psychology partner.

For you see, our teacher Dr Young thought it was best to work in pairs as psychology was used to understand the human mind and a person's body language. I hated her, she hated me, perfect teacher / student relationship, which was until she decided Creepy Crane, and I should work together.

I risked another glance at Crane and saw his electric eyes were buried in a textbook, his steel glasses kept falling off his long nose and a pale hand was always pushing them back up. Yes, he was the ultimate nerd and had people issues, when I say people, I mean everyone who he finds stupid.

If you haven't guessed already, I am one of those people. I really hate the stereotypic nerd, I'm not stupid I just don't understand psychology, it's not my fault I haven't got an IQ of two billion as I'm sure Creepy Crane has.

I draw my attention back to Dr Young's boring tone and half listen to her explanation of ADHD, I would say I was interested but I've heard about ADHD my whole uneventful life.

I suffer from ADHD, it's not as bad as people think, mine is a minor case but if I'm nervous or angry then it shows. There is an explanation for my ADHD but it's too complicated and personal, not even my teachers know why and their supposed to know everything about their students, the nosy barstards and bitches. I'm not a people person which is the only thing Creepy Crane and I relate to, we both would rather be alone then talk to ignorant so and so's.

Don't get me wrong, I like having friends around me but I never want to be centre of attention and most of my friends understand that. When I say most of my friends, I mean one out of two, Adrian Banner knows that I hate going to gatherings and will stay with me if my other friend Anna Richards goes to a party. Before you get any ideas let me get one thing straight, I do not have a crush on Adrian. He didhave a crush on me during middle school but got over it pretty quickly and we've been friends ever since, Anna however, only became friends with me to be closer to Adrian. Apparently gothic kids that always wear black are her type, I don't know why.

Anna is your typical squealing girl; she hates spiders and sprays them with hairspray so they stick helplessly to the wall. She always wears skirts that are excessively short and flicks her blonde hair when she flirts with a guy, I still wonder how I've put up with her this long. Adrian as far as I know isn't interested but that won't stop Anna, she always gets what she wants in the end.

I've never had a crush, ok that is a total lie but I've only ever had one. Our middle school English teacher Mr Stiller was my only crush, it only lasted for a term then I lost my interest. He was one of those stern but fair teachers and could handle any student, even managed to keep up with Joker the jester and always had a brilliant comeback.

Joker isn't his real name from what I've heard, but if it was I would defiantly divorce my parents if they even thought of calling me that, Joker is the like the popular freak and there are so few of his kind. Saying that, I don't think there is anyone like him, he's just… a different breed is the best way to describe him.

There are plenty of weirdo's in Gotham High, I swear Gotham was made to house the weirdo's and leave them to fight amongst themselves. Everyone in Gotham High has something wrong with them, even Anna has dyslexia and she's one of the popular crowd. Gotham High isn't split into groups like St Trinians but is just as feisty, basically the school is a mix up of freaks, weirdo's, fairly normal and completely bonkers.

I would say I was in the fairly normal category, Anna and Adrian would join me. Joker and Harleen Quinzel would fit in the completely bonkers category, Pamela Isley would be in freaks joined by Victor Zsasz, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Fries and Bane. Creepy Crane would be in two categories and maybe even the last one, there is one other person which I would have to put in the weirdo category.

Edward Nigma, Nigma is one of those kids that is constantly picked on and being called queer either in front of their face or behind their back. He isn't exactly a freak and is probably one of the few that are fairly normal except, he has an obsession with puzzles and riddles. When I mean obsession I don't mean someone who does the crossword at the back of the paper every day, I mean he always has some type of puzzle with him.

I do feel sorry for the nerd sometimes but I'm not risking my not so good reputation for a nerd, I'd rather have a conversation about fear with Creepy Crane.

'Miss Tyler'

Oh, this can't be good, she's using her perky tone. I'm in deep shit, I might as well hang myself.

'Yes Dr Young?'

'What are the main symptoms of ADHD?'

Thank god, maybe having ADHD was a good thing after all.

'Symptoms of ADHD are inattentiveness, hyperactivity and impulsiveness.'

'Very good Miss Tyler, but please at least try to pay attention more, I know it's hard for you in particular.' Her smile is stern and it was forced, typical for Dr Young.

I lean back in my chair and watch her write complicated explanations on the chalkboard, she knows I hate psychology and asks me questions like that every bloody lesson, plus when I'm not ready for it either.

Crane stares at me then scoffs at my lazy attitude, asshole is all I have to say about him. He goes back to his intensive listening and doesn't recognise my existence until we have to work in partners for the remainder of the lesson, he turns his body to the side and rests a hand on his chin, a finger is placed just below is nose.

Let the analysing begin, I ignore his long gaze and begin writing the answers to the questions on the board, and only one that I understand the rest go over my head. I'm not even contemplating asking Creepy Crane for help, we would both rather watch the other being boiled in acid.

Dr Young keeps her hawk eyes on us and gives me in particular a raised eyebrow; of course, she takes Crane's side, her top student. I give her pleading eyes but she just keeps that one eyebrow raised as if she's saying 'just get on with the work or I give you a detention' I give her my best death glare then return to not understanding the questions.

'Look, I hate you just as much as you hate me. The sooner we get this done the quicker we can go back to not speaking to each other, that is what you want isn't it?'

I didn't except to hear his chilling voice and I drop my pen and embarrassingly bang my left leg on the wooden desk, I don't answer as I'm trying to hold back a lot of swear words that want to spill onto my tongue.

He wears a tight smirk on his intelligent face and all I want to do is punch that smirk off, I bite my tongue and reach for my fallen pen, only to have it snatched out of my reach by the nerd.

He places it on his desk and stares at me with those damn analysing eyes, he doesn't say a word and I grab my bag to find another pen. Of all the times to lose all my other pens it has to be now, I frustratingly drop my bag next to my chair and stare straight ahead, a finger taping the wooden desk as fast as lightening.

'Interesting… you would rather get a detention then work with me, very interesting.' I can feel his eyes watching my skull and I am so close to blurting out all the stuff that is echoing in my head.

My finger taps faster, I feel sorry for the old desk, Dr Young huffs in annoyance, and I force myself to wear the sweetest smile in the world and turn to Crane. He looks uncomfortable with my sudden change in attitude and actually blinks.

'Please can I have my pen back, Jonathan?' He turns even paler as I use his first name, it feels foreign on my tongue, and he turns his body so it's straight again and passes/throws my pen at me. I don't bother to say thank you, that is going a step too far, even saying please to the nerd makes me want to wash my mouth out fifty times.

The bell goes and I silently thank god as I leave for the cafeteria, I need chocolate, I need it now.

I sit at the table farthest from anyone else, it's right in the corner next to the double doors that lead to the classrooms. A chocolate milkshake carton, tomatoe and ham sandwiches and a large red apple is my lunch, though I've not even touched the sandwiches. I finished the milkshake in seconds and play with the apple by rolling it along the table, not very hygienic but at the present moment I'm pissed off and don't give a damn.

I wait for Adrian and Anna who still haven't made the presences known yet, I hope they're not skiving today or I might just join the completely bonkers category. To my relief Adrian shuffles over with a plate of casserole and mash, I feel queasy just looking at it.

He sits opposite me and drops his plate, he stares at my rolling apple and I watch his eyes as they follow it across the table. I can see he's close to cracking and put the apple to my mouth, a hand grabs the apple and throws it in the bin that is just over my shoulder, it misses completely but neither of us bother to pick it up, Adrian has a severe case of OCD. He even wipes the table with a defective wipe to make sure there are no germs near him; I did say Gotham High was full of strange people.

'You know how much I hate that.' He mumbles as he pokes the casserole like it's going to jump up onto his face, I roll my eyes.

'I know you hate it, that's why I do it.' A smirk appears on his face, the closest thing to a smile. Adrian lowers his head to look at his poor excuse of food, his black hair covering his eyeliner eyes. You could tell he was a Goth from a mile away, his black hoodie with a red shirt hidden underneath and his heavy black boots that echoed through the corridors. I couldn't even tell that he had a crush on me until he wrote a card for me on Valentine's day, the black card with a blood red heart was the giveaway. The heart was meant to be a grenade and a hand was holding on to it, the heart was from one of his many CD's, a band called Green Day.

I'm not sure whether I don't think anyone would fancy me or because he always looked solemn when he saw me was the reason why I didn't know. He understands that I don't want a relationship but sometimes I think he still does have a crush on me, I can never tell.

'You're still not touching the cafeteria's food then?' His eyes don't leave the casserole as he speaks and it's hard to hear is small voice, I stare at his food and the queasiness returns with a vengeance.

'I'm not going near that stuff, not since I had food poising for a month. All I did was eat that one sausage as well, I still don't know why you eat that crap.' He shrugs then chews slowly; I turn away at this point and keep an eye out for Anna.

My eyes rest on a group of seniors towering over a thin form, I sigh as I recognise the ginger hair. Edward Nigma, the puzzling boy. The seniors are trying to push him into a trashcan, at the moment they are just cornering him and I can't keep my eyes away from his petrified face. His tray of food is shaking in his quivering hands and his eyes are two giant pools of emerald fear, I can't see his eyes from this distance but I know their emerald.

I almost feel like jumping out of my seat and helping him, but I can't let my reputation be ruined by helping a freak, my subconscious just asks one question. What reputation? Adrian notices my unnatural quietness and follows my gaze; he sighs then returns to his rubber casserole.

'Don't get involved, you know what happened last time… you know what happened with me.' I freeze in my chair for a millisecond then go back to tapping the table; I know how much he hates bringing that up.

At the start Adrian was one of those weird kids and was picked on a lot in middle school, I got involved; I got pushed into the weirdo category. Adrian did thank me for helping him and we were friends after that, well, that's before the crush began. Middle school became hell; I got bullied every day and was called names. Then Anna turned up and she helped me and Adrian become fairly normal, we have a lot to thank her for. If Anna hadn't become friends with us, more likely we would still be in the weirdo category and be pushed around like Nigma was now.

The thought about Nigma made me come back to reality, the seniors had him centimetres away from the trashcan, and I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable crash.

Sure enough not two seconds later Nigma's form disappeared inside the trashcan, the seniors laughed and high fived each other.

'Don't go and help him, Sylvia Tyler you will not get involved.'

'You know that mind control crap isn't real.'

'It was worth a try, Sy it won't make a difference so just leave it.'

'What about if I had just left it with you, would you be sitting here now or would you be in a trashcan as well?' My tone was sharp, Adrian didn't answer and didn't even look up when I edged myself out of my seat and walked over to the trashcan.

I could feel eyes watching me from every direction but walked with purpose, I could hear Nigma squirming inside the trashcan, he stopped when he heard my footsteps and when I tapped his green streaked sneakers.

'I gave you my lunch money what more do you want?' His voice is shallow like he's about to cry, I sigh and look over my shoulder; Adrian is watching me and motions me to come back. I give him a glare and he puts a hand to his face, he drops his hand and looks at me with his earthy eyes.

I keep my glare until he stomps towards me with his hands in his pockets, he stares at the floor and won't look at me. He doesn't want to be bullied again, I understand that but I can't let this kid in particular suffer the same way we did.

'We're not those idiots, we wondered if you wanted some help.' Adrian huffs and I kick his shin, the trashcan is still silent and I know Nigma is contemplating whether he wants us to help.

'If you wouldn't mind then yes, I could use some help.' His voice is still shallow but it sounds hopeful, I look at Adrian, he grabs one of Nigma's legs and I grab the other. I can feel Nigma's leg stiffen beneath my palms and I know how strange it is for someone to touch him, gently.

'Ok, we'll pull you out on the count of three. One…two…three!' Adrian and me grunt and pull backwards, the trashcan rolls on its side, Nigma falls on the floor, a hurricane of laughter echoes around us, I can feel Adrian begin to radiate with embarrassment.

Nigma stands and brushes off bits of food that have stuck to his green button shirt; his ginger hair has flakes of half-chewed food. Once he's done making himself slightly more presentable he looks up to thank us then stares at me with horror, I knew this would happen. He glances around nervously, avoiding my eyes as much as possible.

'Oh, it's erm you, your my father's boss's-'

'Daughter…yeah, I thought I would cut you some slack. This is Adri-' I turn to Adrian who isn't there, I look at the table and see him eating his mash.

That coward

'Sorry about Adrian, he had a tough time in middle school.'

'Who didn't, I mean, everyone at middle school had some sort of predicament.' His voice cracks at the word predicament and his cheeks burn red, I try not to laugh for his sake and pretend I didn't hear it. I stare at Adrian who still has his back to me, Anna is sitting at the table, she's giving me the evil eye and points a finger down to the seat next to her.

'I've gotta go, if those jerks annoy you again tell me and I'll sort them out. See you around then Edward.' Just before I can realise what I've said I see his face light up into a smile, what the hell have I done? I turn and shuffle back to the table and see Anna's arms crossed, I'm in deep shit, twice today. I sit down next to her and wait for the question that I don't want to answer, she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder and creases a blonde eyebrow.

'What was that about?' I look to Adrian who eats slowly, hair covering his eyes, if he only knew the look I was giving him. I cross and uncross my legs under the table and tap my finger on the blue plastic, damn my ADHD.

'Some seniors shoved him in the trashcan and I went to help him, big deal.' Anna scoffs and slams the table, my finger stops tapping.

'Big deal! That freak is one of the mega freaks gang, he's worse than Creepy Crane! It was bad enough you helping poor Adrian here back in middle school, no offense.' Adrian shrugs and continues to bow his head; he has learnt not to interfere in girl's confrontations, if only I had taught him not to pick sides, which would be useful at this point.

'None taken, Anna's right Sy, you shouldn't have got involved. It may not seem bad now but wait till he talks to you at school, then the bullying begins. What was that about his dad anyway?' If looks could kill, Adrian would be six feet under. I didn't want that going public, anything but that, my reasons for ADHD I would rather go public. My feet shuffle on their own accord, Anna is glaring at me with her grey eyes and I want to hide behind my red hair like the way Adrian does.

'What does he mean by 'what was that about his dad anyway' Sy?'

Shoot me now, wrap a noose around my neck, and kill me please. I don't deserve this do I?

'Well, what does he mean?'

'My dad is Nigma's boss that's all, he works at the garage. That's the only reason how he knows me, we've kinda known each other since we were ten. My dad and his are friends, I don't like Nigma, but I couldn't let him go through what me and Adrian went through. He goes through enough at home…oh shit.' I lower my head and yell stupid inwardly, I shouldn't have said that last part, even I'm not supposed to know that part.

Adrian finally looks up and stares at me with a creased brow, Anna wears the same expression except a milk coloured hand is pressed over her mouth. I frantically think of something to counter the sentence but nothing comes to mind, I rest my elbows on the table and hide my face from the world.

'Please don't say anything to anyone, just forget I said anything.' My voice is muffled in my hands but both of them understand what I'm saying.

'Only if you tell us what you mean by 'he goes through enough at home'.' Anna's voice is high in pitch and rings in my ears, I can't tell them or my dad will kill me, let alone Nigma's dad.

'I… can't, even I'm not supposed to know, please don't say anything to him Anna. I know he won't come to school if he knows I told you, and trust me, that would be much worse.'

Stop talking!

I pull my face out of the abyss of darkness and rest my pleading eyes on Anna's confused ones, she sighs then nods an agreement, meanwhile Adrian just shrugs for his. I smile at both of them, knowing I chose wisely when becoming friends with them, my attention rests on a boy whose emerald eyes are staring at me. Edward is still standing near the trashcan I fished him out of; I give him a smile and watch as he sprints towards the classrooms. What the hell have I just done?

Well? Do you like it? review if you want this story to be continued so i can prepare for another chapter if i need to, haven't really done a riddler story before so it's all new, please review!