Riddle Room *completed*

Chapter Three

The buildings around me are all but a blur as I fall from the third storey window of the shop I just robbed. Quickly I whip out my grappling hook and land on the flat surface of an old apartment, three buildings away from the clothes store. Adrenaline is still pumping through my veins so I take a moment to take in my surroundings. Like most of Gotham, the area I'm in is quite run down with the occasional suspicious person and group of thugs, haunting the street. The sky is dark, hinting that it's around six pm since I can briefly make out the sunset in the horizon. That was a close one though. It wasn't what I'd call an amazing robbery, in fact I'm almost positive that any moron with half a brain would manage to pull it off.

Deciding it's time to go home I begin to walk back to my house, if you would even call it that.

Shortly after around thirteen minutes of running, climbing, and jumping over buildings I finally made it to the old amusement park where I like to call my home. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome welcome please come in and enjoy the show....while you can!" Taunts one of the many automatic clowns that roam the place. They are extremely creepy with their faces half either melted or worn off. The park was closed long before I arrived and by doing a fair amount of research, I discovered that the engineer was thrown into Arkham for insanity after he murdered a decent amount of people with the robotic clowns that he wired to become violent. After that, the themepark was closed for safety reasons but the owner didn't sell it, instead leaving it to become abandoned. Occasionally a group of teenagers will enter the park on dares or simply out of curiosity. They don't last long once they come in contact with one of the clowns. How those things have remained charged all these years is beyond me. 

 "Yeah screw you too." I mutter as I push it out of my way, reaching down to my belt to grab my grappling hook so I can get into my room, that is up top the huge spiral building, painted red and yellow with fairy lights coating the outside. I live in the top floor which is about six storeys high and the only way to get up there is to grapple because climbing is basically impossible since the curved outside is paper smooth. 

I land with a thud on my balcony that overlooks the skylight of Gotham. Who knew that such a beautiful city could hold so much pain, horror and suffering. I push the black beads out of my way and head into my room. An old couch facing a wall of books is to the left and a fridge, oven, sink and microwave are on the left with a single wooden chair and small table nearby. The floor is a dark wood and the walls are grey but the paint is peeling, exposing the red brick but hey it's home isn't it? Past all of this is a single wall with a dark blue bed and a wooden dresser on the other side next to a door that leads to my bathroom. When I discovered this place, I was amazed to find it is an old study that has a stairwell leading down to the floor. I immediately bolted the door so no trespassers could get inside. 

I throw my weapons and bag on the couch and head to my bathroom. I open the door, I head straight to the shower, nearly ripping my clothes off in the process. The warm water relaxes all my muscles. I step out, grabbing my towel and walking over to the mirror which has fogged over. I wipe a spot where I can clearly see my face and what I see shocks me.

My dark hair has become tangled and my face is red from the hot water. There are bags under my olive eyes that have hints of hazel...my mothers eyes.... I feel hot tears gather but I quickly wipe them away. No need to look even more horrible. Taking one last look I quickly head out of the room and flop into bed and curl up under the covers into a dreamless sleep.