This is a random fanfic idea I got after reading lots of Batman comics. The Riddler has always been my fave (male) villain...him and Scarecrow. So...here ya go. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimation: I no own Batman or the characters. I only own Allana Blue.

Once a week, every week, I guard a cell in Arkham.

"Hello, Ms. Blue, welcome back."

Once a week, every week, I play a game.

"So, who shall start the game tonight, Ms. Blue? You…or I?"

It's not an entirely dangerous game…

"I suppose I'll start tonight, then…"

Except, the one I'm playing with…

"A man was to be sentenced, and the judge told him, 'You may make a statement. If it is true, I'll sentence you to four years in prison. If it is false, I'll sentence you to six years in prison.' After the man made his statement, the judge decided to let him go free. What did the man say?"

Is the Riddler.

I sat back and rubbed my temples; this was tricky. Well, it is the Riddler, I suppose….

"Mhm...eh….the man confused the judge, eh?"

"Tut, tut, you know I can't give hints; that is the rule, right?"

The answer hit me so hard I laughed aloud.

"The man told the judge he'd be sentenced for six years, right? So the judge had to set him free or he'd be contradicting himself."

"Good show, Ms. Blue. Your turn now."

Oh, which should I choose? One of my own? Probably; he knows everything else…ah, I'll give it a shot…no, I'll save it…for now.

"What is broken every time it is spoken?"

That…was probably too easy for him…

"Ms. Blue, I'm sad to say I'm a bit disappointed…I was expecting one of I your riddles…"

"What's the answer, Rid?"

My superiors would kill me if they new I was on nick-name terms with this one…

"Simple; it's silence."

"Yep."

"I would like to hear one of yours tonight, Ms. Blue."

"Well, it's your turn, Rid. You know the rules."

I could hear his muffled chuckling through the cell door.

"So it is, Ms. Blue. So it is."

What'll it be?

"Which word is the longest English word?"

"Eh? I don't know that!"

"Oh, but you do, Ms. Blue."

"I'm pretty sure I don't."

"It's really quite simple."

"Well, it's a little too simple for me, Rid."

"The word smiles, Ms. Blue."

"How is that the longest word in English?"

"Because…you can go a mile between each 's'."

I chuckled.

"That's kinda lame, Rid."

"You can also go miles on a lady's smiles; so sad that I can't see yours."

I nearly choked.

Was the Riddler…flirting with me?

"My turn again."

Crap.

"What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife, what the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire, what misers spend and spendthrifts save, and all men carry to the grave?"

"That's easy! It's nothing."

"Indeed. It's your turn, Ms. Blue. I hope you have something interesting for me."

Maybe…I'll use that one I was saving…

"Okay…All alone she sits in her room, forever locked in an open tomb. She wants not a knight but a hero in scales; a photo-negative to a fairy tale. To be free, she needs an answer, something to remove the chains that bind her. So, good sir, answer me this: who is the one she wishes to kiss?"

"Lovely; simply lovely, Ms. Blue."

I beamed internally at the praise. Don't want any cameras seeing me smile.

"What's the answer, Rid?"

"The Villain."

"…What?"

"The monster. The antagonist. The demon. The 'bad-guy'. In other words…"

I heard him shuffle closer to the door and saw his strange blue eyes staring out at me.

"The Dragon."

I nodded. He always gets my riddles…well, he is the Riddler…

"Forgive me for pointing this out, but…your riddles are more like lights guiding one to the answer. Riddles should only have very slight indications to what the answer is. The riddles you present me with are more akin to poems."

"Well, I used to write a lot of poetry when I was a kid. I don't write them all that much anymore…"

"Why, Ms. Blue?"

I shrugged. "I really don't have a reason."

"Why are you in Arkham, anyways? Did you wish to prove a point by guarding Gotham City's most dangerous criminals?"

"No…"

"Then why are you here?"

I grimaced. A safe expression for the cameras.

"Because they wouldn't hire me as a cop. Field work is too dangerous for a 'little girl' like me."

"And this is any less dangerous?"

"Guarding you…yes. No offense, but all you have right now are your words, Rid."

"No offense taken. I understand my situation perfectly, and I honestly have no desire of breaking out."

"Really?"

"Really."

He stayed quiet for a while.

"Ms. Blue?"

"Yeah, Rid?"

"You're not from Gotham, are you?"

I shook my head. "Nope; I'm from Massachusetts."

"Why are you here, then?"

…good question…

"I guess…I guess I was bored."

"So you came to one of the most dangerous cities in America?"

I shrugged. "I said I was bored, not rational."

I heard him chuckle. "Bored, irrational, witty and intelligent. What other virtues do you have, Ms. Blue?"

I almost blushed. "Too bad you're a criminal, Rid. I might just fall for you."

An eerie giggle drifted from the other side of the hall.

"Little Blue and the Green Man; what a couple."

The Joker…

"She likes his company and he loves her poetry; a match made in heaven…heeheehee…"

The only downside of guard duty in this sector…

The Joker had taken a liking to needling me about the Riddler…and the Riddler about me. Luckily, he normally breaks out quite often, so most of the time when I'm here, he's not.

"Joker, why don't you hurry up and break out already? Batman's probably missing you…"

Another eerie laugh.

"True, true, Allana Blue. I can't keep ol' Batsy waiting forever…"

The giggling stopped and I sighed. He probably wouldn't bother us again for the rest of the night…

"Do you want to keep playing, Ms. Blue?"

I shook my head. "Not tonight, Rid. Let's just…let's just chat for a little, okay?"

"As you wish, Ms. Blue."

Those nights were always full of strange conversation…my Thursday nights at Arkham…

So that's it. I hope you liked it!

~BattyKatt