I'm sorry for taking so long on updating this story, but here is the final chapter. Enjoy :D

10. Nygma meets the Riddler

POV Nygma

Sean was busy with training, again, when I came home from the GCPD and found Mr. Pennyworth worn out on the couch. The little, creepy red haired girl was fighting with street trash girl, again, and Bruce Wayne was engrossed with his homework.

"Hey Mr. P," I said and tapped him on the arm gently. I mean, I didn't want to spook him, but the gentle tap was not enough so I shook his motionless body like a rag-doll until he fell off the couch and remained lying on the floor, frozen. I would have freaked out if I hadn't seen his chest rise and fall.

I hear Sean enter the room through the patio doors behind me who then strolls down the room and out the door, down the hallway and most likely, inside the kitchen to grab himself a healthy snack.

"Your hair is like a nest! Sean would never love a girl with hair that looks like a nest!" the red haired girl screamed and kicked her leg towards street trash girl.

Street trash girl's cat-like reflexes kicked in and she grabbed creepy girl's leg and pulled forcefully. Creepy girl lost her footings and fell to the floor with a painful thud.

"Never dare to offend my hair ever again! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to steal food from Sean's mouth."

And with that, street trash girl, or better yet, Selina, charged out the room. Creepy girl, I mean, Ivy, scrambled to her feet and pursued screaming she would send man eating plants on her if she dared to kiss Sean.

Seconds later I heard Sean's shouts of anger and surprise being muffled, obviously by Selina's lips, and Ivy storming up the stairs shouting she would do what she threatened she would do.

I sighed then walk towards Bruce and his desk then ask, after standing still beside him; "Hey Bruce, do you mind me asking what exactly happened with Alfred?"

Bruce looks up from his homework then glances at his butler's motionless body on the floor and sighs; "Selina and Ivy happened."

Yup, that definitely makes lots of sense.

Suddenly something weird happened. I felt a big gust of wind fly past me and Bruce's homework notes flew through the air. Ten seconds later, while I was still debating whether or not it could have just been the window blowing inside through the open patio doors, Selina entered the study with Sean and another girl around their age.

Obviously Cat girl sensed what I wanted to ask, because before I could ask anything, she says; "Eddie, this is our friend, Annie. She's here to take us to the future."

I laughed and wanted to add some sarcastic jokes until I saw their stares, as if I was the crazy person and not them.

"You are crazy, Nygma. You're talking to me, your reflection. Your second persona."

"Shut up, you!"

"No one said anything," I heard cat girl say and I quickly send a casual smile. She then rolled her eyes and asks, addressed to Bruce; "Hey B, you're coming with us?"

Bruce looks up then replies; "I really like to finish my homework first. Also, don't you guys have homework to do?"

"Yes, we have. Our homework subject is 'futurism' and our task is to find out what Gotham looks like in the future," Selina grinned.

Bruce rolls his eyes then grunts; "Fine! You guys do what you like, but don't blame me when our teachers punish you for neglecting your homework."

Suddenly everything went really fast. One second I heard Selina snap her fingers then saw her clutch Sean underneath her arm while wrapping the other around her female friend and the spot they stood was empty. All I felt was a gust of wind, then heard Bruce yelp for help and felt myself being sucked into a world where everything went extremely fast. My stomach started to act up as if I was inside a very fast spinning carnival ride, then finally I felt ground beneath my feet again.

I felt myself lunge forward and hit the ground, vomiting everything up that was ones known as my breakfast and lunch.

"Wait, why is he here?!" I heard cat girl ask. Her voice sounded very pissed.

"Sorry, I grabbed his arm to hold myself, stopping you guys from sucking me into your stupid plans," Bruce replied.

My world is spinning so fast and I feel extremely nauseous and neither of the teens seem to be worried for me. All they did was yell at Bruce for doing something stupid. Usually I would have felt sorry for the kid, but this time I agreed with the others. How could he be so stupid to drag me into this? This…whatever THIS is.

I tried to clear my head and blocked out the kids voices as they proceed arguing then, when the dizziness finally subsided, I realized the kids had stopped fighting. I opened my eyes and realized why. I was totally alone. They had left me, totally an entirely alone.

"Alright, this is not funny!" I yelled as a tried to get up carefully, trying not to slip on my own puddle of vomit. "I know you kids are hiding somewhere just to see me freak out because I'm thinking you guys left me!

"Uhm, they actually did leave you."

"Shut up, I'm not talking to you!"

"Well, I'm only saying they decided to go to the Iceberg Lounge to scare Mr. Penguin."

"Just shut up, you stupid idiot and leave me alone! There is no Iceberg Lounge in this city! You're just trying to make me look like an idiot!"

"Hey, no offence, but you actually are an idiot. I'm just trying to help you out here because those kids left you."

"I don't need your help! I just want you to leave me alone! I want to talk to real people, not an imaginary super villain hiding in my head."

"Wait, you also have a hidden super villain who's talking to you. I used to have the same thing until I decided to be him."

"Wait, what?" I frowned puzzled then slowly realized it was not the hidden super villain in me who was talking to me, but a real person standing behind me the entire time. I turn around slowly and meet a tall man wearing glasses, a green bowler hat and a green suit. It's like looking in a mirror.

I gasp in shock, and so does the man who looks exactly like me then taking no further notice of what he's doing next, I run away into the nearest alleyway, screaming my head off in utter fear.

Ten minutes later I was still running without getting anywhere in particular. I just wanted to get myself as far away from my look-a-like as I possibly could. So far he didn't follow me, which is a good thing, right?

As I ran my mind was racing as well. I had so many questions, like, where am I? Why did the buildings look like so old? Well, older than I'm used to seeing them. It was like I had made a jump into the future, but that is not possible, right?"

Suddenly cat girl's voice echoed through the back of my head; "Eddie, this is our friend, Annie. She's here to take us to the future. Our homework subject is 'futurism' and our task is to find out what Gotham looks like in the future."

I stopped and held myself up by leaning to a nearby wall, panting exhausted. I was in the future, there is no other logic explanation. Wait, what am I thinking? Of course there are other, far more logic explanations. They just took me into the city and they obviously hired help to make the buildings look older, only to make me think I'm in the future. They obviously hired an actor to play my look-a-like as well.

Satisfied with what I just realized, I smirked to myself and resumed my way down the streets, only this time I just sauntered instead of running. All I needed to do was find those brats and force them to take me back to Wayne Manor. No wait, scratch that. I'll just leave them here and go to the manor by myself. I'm not in the mood to chase them first.

I stopped a cab then stepped in and told the driver the address of Wayne Manor. The driver gave my reflection in his rear view mirror an odd look then shrugs and starts the car. We drove for five minutes when he started to talk to me.

"Mr. Wayne rarely gets visitors these days. He kinda lives the life of a hermit."

I looked at the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror and reply; "What are you talking about? I live there. Mr. Bullock and Mr. Gordon live there along with Mr. Pennyworth and three street kids."

"Seriously? I heard Mr. Pennyworth kicked the two detectives out years ago, after the crazy red haired girl grew all kinds of plants in her greenhouse then used them to attack the cat like girl because she and the Ornelas kid became a thing. Half the mansion got destroyed by her, and the butler blamed the two detectives since they were the ones who took them in, in the first place."

I roll my eyes then ask, slightly annoyed; "Let me guess, they asked you to say this only to make me believe I'm in the future. Let me tell you this, it's not working."

"They? Who are they?"

"Just drive, all right?!"

I stare out the window annoyed. I can't believe they do this prank with me. With Jim Gordon or Mr. Pennyworth, yes, but not with me. I'm always supporting their antics, but not this time. This time I will stand behind Mr. Pennyworth and Jim Gordon, solid as a rock.

"Wayne Manor, sir," the driver said when he stopped the car nearby the enormous gate. I paid the man then stepped out and used the key they gave me when I moved to open the gate.

"Future my ass. If I was in the future, then why would the key still work, huh?"

I opened the large gate until I could enter then closed and locked it behind me and proceed my way towards the large mansion, which took me 25 freaking minutes. But I arrived then put the key into the front door and entered.

"Mr. Pennyworth, I'm terribly sorry for leaving you lying unconscious on the floor, but you will not believe what those brats did to me, their favorite surrogate parent!" I yelled as I walked down the hallway towards the study where I expected the butler would be.

Suddenly I heard a wild scream coming from behind me and when I turned around a saw a blur of red, yellow, and green fly towards me, knocking me to the ground with a painful thud. When I finally dared to open my eyes I saw a twelve year old looking kid wearing a red leotard, green tights, and a yellow belt and cape.

"Bruce!" I gasped. "What kind of threat did they use to make you lose your self-respect by wearing a ridicules costume like that?"

The boy glares at me and replies, angrily; "You can talk, Riddler! At least I'm not walking around with a costume filled with question marks in case people might forget my name."

"Right, and the R on your costume is there because…?" I grinned. "You know what, never mind. Just tell me where I can find that street trash girl, Sean Ornelas, and their crazy friend and in return I will tell Gordon and Pennyworth it's their fault and not yours."

The boy looks baffled for a second then growls; "What are you on about, Riddler?! Also, how did you get inside?!"

"Through the door, like any other normal human being, duh. And it's Ed, not Riddler."

I tried to get up on my feet, but suddenly I felt a painful blow to my head and everything turned black.

I open my eyes and grunt groggily. My head hurt big time and the room spun a little, but apart from that I have no idea where I am. I could hear soft voices behind me though, but when I tried to turn my head to look, I realized I couldn't.

I look down and realize I'm lying flat on my back onto a table or something. My feet are bounded and my arms are strapped down my side. Also the rest of my body is strapped tightly to the table.

It didn't take long for me to realize this was most likely the second step in their plan, fake torturing me. I can take a lot, but this is where I draw the line.

"Street trash girl, I can hear you whisper stuff! Get your butt over here and untie me before I tell Mr. Pennyworth-" Then, suddenly realizing something must have happened to the butler as well, because why else wouldn't he have stopped them by now? "Wait, what did you guys do with Mr. Pennyworth? I'm so gonna tell Mr. Gordon and Mr. Bullock about this!"

The whispering continued and I could pick up a few sentences like; "I think you knocked him to the head a little too hard, Nightwing."

"Nah, he's trying to play mind games with us. Don't worry, whatever his plans are, I'll get it out of him."

I heard the sound of footsteps and a few seconds later a tall, agile figure loomed over me, wearing a black domino mask and a black and white costume with a big, blue W on it. It could also be wings or maybe a bird. Anyway, it didn't take long for me to realize who it was.

"Sean, cut the crap and untie me!"

"The name is Nightwing!"

"I don't care! Untie me so I can kick you and cat girl back to the streets! I'll bet Mr. Pennyworth, wherever he is right now, will thank me for it!"

The kid squints his eyes then asks; "Cat girl?"

"Yeah! Chestnut brown curls, green eyes who enjoys wearing leather and loves sticking her tongue down your throat!"

"What are you talking about? I don't know anyone-

"Cat-woman!" I heard someone cough in the back.

The boy rolls his eyes then snaps; "Robin, he's talking about a girl not a fully grown woman. Besides, she also never stuck her tongue down my throat. That would be weird if she did, don't you think?"

"Nothing surprises me anymore these days, Nightwing."

The boy rolls his eyes again then turns back to me and growls; "Alright, Riddler, stop playing mind games and tell us what you're doing here!"

"Sean, Bruce, stop this nonsense and untie me!"

"Wait, he actually thinks we are Bruce Wayne and Sean Ornelas?" the boy in the back asked then scurrying closer; "Wing, I told you you knocked him to the head too hard. Now we need to call a doctor, and our butler who's name I will not mention will kill us, not to mention our stepdad who's name should remain secret."

"You butler's name is Mr. Pennyworth and you don't have a stepdad, Bruce! Unless you call Jim Gordon or Harvey Bullock your stepdad."

"My name is not Bruce, it's Robin!"

"Whatever! Just untie me alright?! I know Selina asked you to play this stupid 'we are in the future' game! I have enough of it! It's not funny anymore!"

The two boys huddle together then the boy with the yellow cape whispers; "Do you think the long period of time in that block of ice might have affected the part in his brain that gives him the sense of time that has passed?"

The boy in the blue shrugs; "It could, but why now? It's been three weeks since he escaped from his icy prison and three nights ago he definitely knew who he was when we tried to capture him at the museum, remember?"

"Then mind games it is, huh? What are we going to do with him?"

"We wait for Batman. He knows what to do."

The two boys turn back to face me then the kid with the black and blue costume says; "Alright, you get one more chance to tell us what your plans are!"

I opened my mouth to shout at them when I saw Alfred walk into the room and yelled instead; "Mr. Pennyworth, there you are! I know I usually say that their antics are just a sad cry for attention, but this time I allow you to ground them for life right after they had a good spanking!"

Mr. Pennyworth dropped the bags with groceries with a loud gasp, and that's when I noticed another thing.

"Mr. Pennyworth, why do you look so old? Don't tell me they forced you to play this game as well!"

Alfred rushed towards me and untied me.

"Alfred, what are you doing?!" the boy dressed in yellow, red, and green yelled in surprise.

Alfred helped me to sit up then replies; "Master Jason, there is a logical explanation for all of this."

"Alfred! Don't use my real name. Also, what is the logical explanation?"

I look at Alfred then add, equally puzzled; "Yeah, what is the logical explanation?"

Alfred elbowed me then replies quickly; "This is just Mr. Edward Nygma, not the Riddler. Miss Kyle, teenage Miss Kyle that is, made obviously a trip to the future and Mr. Nygma got sucked into the spiral as well."

I glare at Alfred then spit; "Oh, come on! Just stop your nonsense about the future! I'm still in 1990 and this is just some silly trick to…"

Alfred shoved his weird looking watch under my nose which not only showed the time but also the date and I yelled in fear; "I MORPHED 25 YEARS INTO THE FUTURE!" Then I recoiled to a tiny ball and rocked myself back and forth, mumbling gibberish things.

"Mr. Nygma, man up! I need to know where I can find Miss Kyle."

I look at him, warily. "How should I know. She, Sean, and her crazy friend left me all alone in the streets. Even Bruce just left me!" I hugged my knees and wanted nothing else than turn into a sobbing mess.

"Did anyone see where they were going?"

"No. I mean, yes. First I thought I was talking to my inner villain but it turned out to be future me."

The kid dressed in yellow smirks; "What was it like, meeting you're future self? It must have felt cool."

"Try creepy!" I snapped and glared at the kid then ask; "Also, why does Alfred force you guys wearing clothes like that?"

"Mr. Nygma, focus," Alfred said and elbowed me, painfully. I'm telling you, he might be 25 years older but he still has a great left hook. "You were telling us about your future self maybe knowing where they went to."

"Ah, yes. Some weird lounge or something with a crazy name."

Alfred rolls his eyes; "The Iceberg Lounge?"

"Yeah, that's the one. How did you know?"

"Because it's the only lounge in this city, that's why."

"Kinda reminds me of Penguin, but I don't know why," I said while chewing the inside of my mouth, thoughtfully.

Alfred parked the car a block away from the club then turns his head to look at me and the two weird costumed teens beside me in the backseat and says; "You three stay here while I'll get inside and grab the shrubs of those pesky brats and young Master Bruce!"

Alfred left the car and the two boys started to sulk in anger. They kinda wanted to scare the crap out of Penguin, so they said.

I tried to make a conversation with them, but all they could was glare at me from behind their mask. Even when I asked them a riddle they looked at me as if I was crazy. I started to feel very uncomfortable very quickly and therefore decided to step out of the car and go into the night club as well. I heard the two boys follow me, of course.

I entered the club with the boys behind me. It was like they didn't care people would look weird at their silly costumes. I scanned my eyes through the crowed and found Alfred in the back, hoisting a drunken looking Bruce over his shoulder.

I scanned my eyes further through the crowd and found Sean and Selina hiding behind the bar, tangled into one and another and kissing wildly. I stomped angrily towards them then nudged them with my foot and they separated as if one of them was charged with electricity.

Selina glared at me angrily then snapped; "Hey, can't you see we're busy?!"

"I don't care, you spoiled little street trash girl! You and your friend swoop me back to the past right now!"

Selina shakes her head; "Nope, we like it here way too much."

I grabbed her by the shrub of her neck then dragged her with me. Sean followed obediently and it wasn't very difficult to find Selina's friend because she was already strapped around the black and blue costumed kid who seemed to enjoy every minute of it and I start to wonder why every guy is that lucky except for me.

"Miss Visser, get off of him right now!" Alfred scowled when he carried Bruce outside who was even more drunk than I thought.

The girl, Miss Visser, or Annie or whatever her name is, glared at Alfred with a murderous stare and the boy smirks; "No worries, Alfred. I kinda like her. Can I keep her?"

"Yes, you can keep me," Annie cried with glee and they would have disappeared into the same alley as Sean and Selina if it wasn't for Alfred to stop them in time. Then he demanded me to keep an eye on them while he went after Sean and Selina.

"NO, AAAH, I WANNA KISS MY SEAN-Y BOY!" Selina screamed from the top of her lungs when Alfred came back, dragging her after him. Then the butler pulled the backdoor of the car open and pushed Selina inside before demanding the others and me to step in as well.

Soon we all sat back inside the backseat of the car, Selina planted her butt onto Sean's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear wildly. Annie, Selina's friend wrapped herself around the oldest boy and Bruce, drunken as he was, tried to climb onto my lap as if he was a big baby. I elbowed him and he landed on top of the kid with the yellow cape.

Alfred obviously didn't like it when Sean and Selina was making out in the backseat because he drove the car like a maniac and with every turn he didn't even slow down only because he thought the sudden movements would make them separate, but surprisingly, they didn't. It was like they were glued onto each other.

Alfred suddenly stepped onto the breaks and the car stopped abruptly. Even then, Sean and Selina still didn't fall off of each other and resumed hugging and kissing as if nothing happened.

Alfred jumped outside the car then pulled the backdoor open and demanded me to step out. Once I did I realized we were inside an alley far outside the city.

"NOOO!" Selina screamed when Alfred pulled her off of Sean and dropped her onto the streets.

"Alright, you two, OUT!" Alfred barked to Annie and drunken Bruce Wayne.

Annie threw a murderous glare at Alfred then exchanged phone numbers with the young boy dressed in black and blue then she stepped out.

"Alfred, why did you bring us into an alley in the middle of nowhere?!" Selina yelled, slightly panicked.

Alfred grunts angrily then replies; "Because Miss Visser is going to take you all back to 1990!"

And with that, Alfred forces me to carry Bruce on my back while holding myself tightly onto Sean's arm. Selina hooks her arm through Sean's other arm then wraps the other around her friend.

Then suddenly I remembered something.

"Wait, will it be as bad as the first-

I didn't get the chance to finish my question because I suddenly felt myself sucked into the same spiral as the first time and my poor stomach started to twist and turn. I kept my eyes shut tight.

A few seconds later I lunged to my hands and knees and surprisingly my stomach still had contents to vomit up.

"Aw, poor Nygma," I heard Selina say with a mocking tone of voice then felt her tap onto my back as if she wanted to sooth me. "Just let it go. It happened to the best of us-no wait, it just only happened to you and Bruce."

I glared at her murderously and scrambled to my feet, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. I know, it's disgusting but what else did I have to wipe it off.

Sean stopped a taxi that drove us back to Wayne Manor.

It was night time and the kids were all watching TV with the adults when I entered the room to join them. Suddenly their show got interrupted by a live broadcast and the reporter was standing in front of the museum explaining her viewers how a man managed to break in and paint stuff on one of the most famous and expensive painting, near closing time and for everyone to watch.

"It was like this hoodlum didn't care whether people could identify him or not. One of the witnesses was so kindly to tell a police sketch artist how this hoodlum looked like and he drew this face."

It took only a few seconds before the picture popped up in the right upper corner and we saw a tall man wearing a green suit with purple question marks all over it. He was also wearing a bowler hat and glasses.

Cold sweat starts to break out when all eyes slowly turn towards me and a stutter, utterly shocked; "That's not me. That's the guy from the future, who looks like me and-ask Selina. She, Sean, Bruce, and her friend warped us to 2015. He must have got caught into the spiral somehow when we traveled back."

Alfred, Jim, and Bullock land their eyes onto the four kids then Bullock's asks, patiently; "Is he telling the truth or what?"

Selina and her friends shared a look then Selina replies, blankly; "No. We've been here the entire time."

The others nod in agreement.

"No-, don't-we-" I stammered when the adults looked back at me.

Bullock drags in a deep sigh; "Al right, who's going to cuff him, you are me?"

Jim shrugs; "The pleasure is all yours."

"No, wait," I gasped when Bullock approached me with a grin on his face. "You have to believe me, that's not me but my future me!"

I hear the kids laugh their heads off in joy when Bullock arrests me for something I didn't do then dragged me out of the house and drove me to the GCPD where I had to sit all night in a cell, because in the morning Bruce woke up with a big hangover and told Alfred the truth.

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