Riddle Room *completed*

Chapter Eleven

To say I'm shocked at what his room looks like is an understatement. The lights aren't automatic (the same as the rest of the house section) but already lit. I assumed it would be decorated similar to his infamous challenge rooms, purple and green but boy was I wrong. A huge king sized bed painted back with navy covers is against the black feature wall with two matching bed side tables. The whole left side of the room is a glass wall and the floor is completely covered in a black shag rug.

On the left is a two alcoves that act as wardrobes and a archway where the bathroom is.

Lightening flashes outside and I am so thankful that the 'house' section of the building is heated. Two navy arm chairs with a grey rug and pillow on both are next to the window.

I sit down on one and unzip my boots and take my mask, utility belt and everything else apart from my clothes off. It is surreal to me to think that because of batman and robin I ended up here. I contemplate everything that has occurred in the last twenty four hours but footsteps soon disrupt my thinking.

*knock* *knock* 'Come in Ed it is your room after all.' I laugh standing up as Ed comes in the room. 'Our room now but I wanted to ensure you were decent before I walked in.' He's so sweet.

'Olive we should get your cut cleared up, I have medical supplies in the downstairs bathroom.' Looking down at my cut, the blood has stained Ed's suit and if it isn't cleaned and dressed soon i'm positive it will become infected. 'Can I please have a shower first? I can clean it in there.' I ask, looking down. I hope I don't sound rude. 'Actually I was going to suggest that. Do you have any clean clothes that you can change into?'

'Umm no..' I mumble, looking at my hands, 'I can go home now and get some if you'd like.' 'No no no I just talked to John then he's on his way back but is getting supplies from the mall. I can get him to pick up some women's clothes if you like.' 'Thank you that'd be great!' I grin, 'are you sure it isn't any trouble.'

'Trust me its no trouble,' Ed smiles, 'now go have a shower so I can treat your wound I have a jumper you can wear, it'll be on the bed while you shower.' I thank Ed and walk into the bathroom. The floors match the ceiling, grey tile and they layout is quite modern. A white door obviously leads to the toilet on the left, hence the sign 'Toilet'. A small wall that the sink is on is in the middle of the room. Behind that wall is a huge shower. The lights were the most enchanting because they weren't on the ceiling as one would expect but instead they were indented in the wall, making it look like they come from a crack that wraps around the whole perimeter.

The bedroom door shuts with a click so I start to undress. The bathroom has no door so I decide to wait until I was positive I have privacy. I look at my reflection, hoping I look at least decent. My brown hair is damp from the rain and ash covers half my face from the explosion. Th explosion also left me with some bruising on my ribs and minor cuts and scrapes. I unwrap the cloth around my arm where my wound is. The blood around the edges has dried but dirt, ash and grime are stuck in the wound itself. I don't think it's deep but I know that it will get infected if I leave it.

It's gonna hurt like hell trying to clean it. I look in the cupboard for soap, shampoo and a sponge or something. After picking up a lime body wash and multi sex shampoo Ed has and a unopened sponge I place them down on the shelf inside the shower and turn the water on. At first it was cold but then it was warm and relaxes my muscles. Finally after enjoying the warm water for about 2 minutes I decide I should start to wash.

I do my hair first wanting to get it out of the way then I squeeze the lime shower gel onto the sponge. I start on my legs first then working my way up until I reach my arm where the gash is. I run it under the water first which is excruciating but then when I start to rub with the sponge and the real pain starts. The once crusted blood starts to bleed again and the wound looks fresh once more. After I finish with it I continue with the rest of my body, rubbing hard on my face eager to make sure no ash remains.