Batman: The Last Riddle (All parts)

The Last Riddle

The Dark Knight patrolled the streets of Gotham City, his eyes scanning the rooftops for any sign of crime. The night was quiet, with only the occasional siren breaking the silence. But Batman knew that peace was fleeting in this city, and he had to be ready for anything.

Suddenly, his earpiece crackled to life. "Batman, we've got a 211 in progress at the First National Bank," Alfred's voice came through. Batman sprang into action, racing towards the bank in his sleek Batmobile.

As he arrived, he could see the Joker's signature grin plastered on the bank's windows. Batman leapt out of the car and charged into the building, his fists flying as he took down the Clown Prince of Crime's henchmen.

But the Joker himself was nowhere to be found. Batman's eyes narrowed as he searched the bank, his mind racing with possibilities. And then, he heard the telltale cackling laughter echoing from the vault.

Batman burst into the vault, ready for battle. But instead of the Joker, he found a surprise waiting for him - his former ally, Catwoman, stood before him, a sly smile on her face. "I've been waiting for you, Batman," she purred. "Let's see if you can keep up with me."

The game was on, and Batman was ready to play. He knew that in Gotham City, allegiances were always shifting, and the line between good and evil was always blurred. But one thing was certain - the Dark Knight would always stand watch, ready to defend his city from the shadows.

Batman and Catwoman raced through the streets of Gotham, their eyes fixed on the Gotham City Diamond Exchange. They could see the Riddler's henchmen swarming around the building, their question mark symbols gleaming in the moonlight.

"Okay, Catwoman, here's the plan," Batman whispered, his voice low and urgent. "You take care of the henchmen, I'll go after the Riddler."

Catwoman nodded, her whip at the ready. "Got it, Batman. Let's do this."

They sprang into action, Batman leaping up to the roof while Catwoman took down the henchmen with her whip. Batman could hear the Riddler's maniacal laughter echoing through the building, and he knew he was getting close.

He burst through the door, his eyes scanning the room for the Riddler. And then, he saw him - standing in front of a massive diamond display, a question mark symbol etched into the glass.

"Ah, Batman," the Riddler sneered. "Right on time. You'll never stop me from pulling off the heist of the century!"

Batman charged forward, his fists flying. But the Riddler was ready for him, and the two enemies clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks.

Meanwhile, Catwoman was taking down the last of the henchmen, her whip cracking through the air. She turned to see Batman and the Riddler locked in combat, and she knew she had to act fast.

With a swift kick, she sent the Riddler's henchmen flying, and then she leapt up to join Batman in the fight. Together, they took down the Riddler, the diamond display shattering to the ground.

The Riddler glared up at them, his eyes blazing with anger. "You may have won this time, Batman," he snarled. "But I'll always be one step ahead of you. The game is never over!"

And with that, the Riddler disappeared into the night, leaving Batman and Catwoman to ponder their next move. The game may never be over, but one thing was certain - the Dark Knight would always be ready to play.

Batman raced to the clock tower, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that the Riddler was planning something big, and he had to stop him before it was too late.

As he arrived at the tower, he could see the Riddler standing at the top, a maniacal grin spreading across his face.

"Batman, you'll never stop me!" the Riddler cackled. "My next riddle is the most clever one yet, and you'll never solve it!"

Batman narrowed his eyes, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that the Riddler's riddles were always complex, but he was determined to solve this one.

"What's the riddle, Riddler?" Batman demanded, his voice firm.

"Ah, Batman, it's quite simple really," the Riddler replied. "I've hidden a bomb somewhere in the city, and the only way to find it is to solve my riddle. And if you don't solve it in time, the bomb will explode, and the city will be destroyed!"

Batman's eyes widened in horror. He knew that he had to act fast, or the city would be doomed.

"What's the riddle?" Batman repeated, his voice urgent.

"Ah, Batman, it's a classic," the Riddler said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What has keys but can't open locks? What has a face but no eyes, nose, or mouth?"

Batman's mind raced as he thought about the riddle. And then, suddenly, the answer came to him.

"A piano!" Batman exclaimed. "A piano has keys, but it can't open locks. And it has a face, but no eyes, nose, or mouth!"

The Riddler's grin faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure.

"Very good, Batman," he said. "But now, you have to find the bomb before it's too late!"

Batman sprang into action, racing through the city to find the bomb. He knew that he had to act fast, or the city would be destroyed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he found the bomb, hidden in a abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

With seconds to spare, Batman disarmed the bomb, and the city was saved.

The Riddler was arrested, and the city breathed a sigh of relief.

Batman stood victorious, his eyes locked on the Riddler as he was taken away.

"You may have been clever, Riddler," Batman said. "But I'll always be one step ahead of you. The game may never be over, but I'll always be ready to play."

And with that, the Dark Knight disappeared into the night, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The city was safe once again, thanks to the bravery and intelligence of the Caped Crusader. And the Riddler was left to ponder his next move, knowing that Batman would always be one step ahead.

The game may never be over, but for now, the city could rest easy, knowing that the Dark Knight was watching over them.