The Riddler's Daughter

A Child's Disobedience

~Emily's Pov~

Lately, I've been trying to get back into things here in Gotham. Ever since I almost brought my own demise, the past few days has been awkward as hell. At least, Jason and I have come to an understanding with one another. The problem? Bruce and my father. Well, my father didn't exactly know I was still seeing Jason. I did my best to keep it from him. On the other hand, Bruce knew very well what was going on and was doing everything in his power to try and stop it. This was the main the reason I told Jason some of my tricks. He was now able to get out of Bruce's tails and disappear quickly. It doesn't take a genius to sneak away from one's parents but when it is guardian like Bruce Wayne, it actually takes two geniuses. Bruce made it known that if he ever saw me again, I would be thrown in the "high level" security at Arkham. Honestly, didn't buy it but Jason told me that it would be best if I avoided Bruce for the time being. Therefore, I couldn't go back to the internship to see Jason. Jason did not have much time on his hands with having to attend that stupid program, hence, I shut the whole place down. I left Wayne Enterprise with a virus that would take even Luscious Fox some time to fix. Luckily, Jason wasn't too mad at the termination of the internship program. Mostly because it meant he didn't have to go back and opened up his day scheduled. It was amusing though, I had a camera hidden in Fox's main room. The perplexed expression his face made when he first noticed the virus was rather amusing, all of which thanks to my brilliance.

I've got to say I was shocked to find Jason not believing me when I denied the destruction was only a way to get back at Bruce. The real reason I had for its termination was much more personal. The internship had severed my father's sick purpose of getting Jason to connect with me, and to try to null the memory it had to be ceased.

My eyes focus on the snow topped building. There lied my father's new headquarters. The Riddler was all too wise to stay in one place. He never stayed in one HQ more then a few weeks. His last one was demolished before the night of his crime was over. Hush whispers came from the other room. Don't tell me my father was already up to something else. I groan softly, shame on me for thinking we had won and finally defeated the Batman? He would never stop, until maybe the score was even.

Wait, The Riddler was speaking with someone else, whose voice was too low for me to hear. I questioned if I should even enter. The clock above the room revealed I was already 20 minutes late. What would be a few more seconds? Impatient as always, I failed to wait, entering anyways. The door clicked shut just as I entered, missing who the mysterious visiter was. The Riddler had that look on his face, as he rested back in his chair. It wasn't a happy one. He held a card, tightly in the palm of his hand while the other tapped his chin in thought. Whatever discussion that just happened seemed to be a high risk deal or serious because his eyes had a dangerous look in them. The mischief swirling up in the masked green eyes. He placed the object in the pocket of his suit coat, still in a some what dazed glaze.

My legs were sore from tiredness. Ever since I came back my father had me running errands, crimes, and stealing some machine parts with no stop. Hoping he would fail to notice my tardiness, I attempt to slip into the seat aside his desk. He was still focused on the door still. Maybe whoever left threatened him, I was perplexed to find my father in such a state.

"You may stand." The Riddler spoke. turning his head to catch my eye. My father was no where near happy. I quickly get to my feet, being obedient. Being as paranoid as I was, I thought that maybe he knew. The Riddler had camera's everywhere, he most likely caught me and Jason meeting up. I was supposed to have nothing to do with Robin after the last mission. My heart starts to beat quickly in my chest from fear. Had I been caught? Lately my cover ups were a lot sloppier. My father had just given me so much work to do it was impossible to have the time to double check security cameras.