Riddle me this, Riddle me Kat! *Watty Awards 2012 Completed*

chapter 32

--- John’s POV ---

Katrina ran downstairs and I heard her slam the door shut. I turned to glare at Edward when he started to go into his room. I got in his way and he glared at me.

“Don’t you have things to do other than mess with me?” he growled at me.

“What the hell is your problem?” I frowned before thinking my question through. I started to smile and he frowned even deeper. “You know I didn’t to anything with her right? I just took her to my room, laid her down, and was there when she woke up.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “I could care less right now.” He tried pushing his way through and this time I let him. I followed him into his room and was completely thrown off at how green everything was. The walls, the floors, the bed, the chairs, the bathroom was thankfully white; but even the light was green. He had just sat in his chair when he noticed I was still there. “What do you want?”

“Why do you treat her like that?” I asked glaring at him. “One minute she’s perfect for you and the next you act like she’s worse than Batman or Ivy.” I frowned at him.

“What’s it matter to you?” he spat at me.

“It affects her mental state.” I said stepping forward. “And right now she can’t afford to loose that.”

“Well then, I guess she shouldn’t be here.” He shrugged and turned on his TV. The volume was off but he made it seem like he was completely engrossed in the cleaning commercial that was on.

“Edward, you can’t keep treating her like this.” He wasn’t listening to I walked over and grabbed his arm. “Edward, as your friend I’m telling you this isn’t what you want to do.”

“Fine then. I’ll admit, she’s fun to keep around. She keeps me on my toes for the fact that I don’t know what she’ll do next but that’s it. She keeps me entertained and once she can no longer do that I have no use for her. Her intellect barely even matches Jokers.” He kept his face straight the whole time, looking me in the eyes. I just stood there shocked.

“So you won’t mind if we take her with us tonight on the job?” I tested to see what he’d say. He’s been refusing to let Katrina on a job for days.

“Sure, just make sure she doesn’t get you all killed.” He waved his hand and I walked out of his room. I closed the door and walked down to Katrina’s door to let her know about tonight. I opened the door and saw her on the floor.

“Katrina?”

--- Katrina’s POV---

I looked up at my ceiling, hearing a door shut and footsteps. Who lived above me? I heard voices and moved to the center of my room, trying to hear them better. It was Edward and Jonathan. Riddler lived above me? Well, that would explain how he got into my room…

“Edward, you can’t keep treating her like this.” I heard John say. I quieted my mind so that I could pay better attention. He mumbled something else that I couldn’t quite make out, but Edward’s voice was crystal clear and sharp as a knife, cutting through my mind, body, and soul.

“Fine then. I’ll admit, she’s fun to keep around. She keeps me on my toes for the fact that I don’t know what she’ll do next but that’s it. She keeps me entertained and once she can no longer do that I have no use for her. Her intellect barely even matches Jokers.”

I fell to my floor and tuned the rest out. I couldn’t hear anymore, I didn’t want to. My mind started racing; how many times did he tell me that he did care? I don’t believe I ever heard him say it once. It always seemed implied and so I never worried about it. But I should have, I should have made him say it aloud. You know he’d never do that Katrina. He’s too proud to do so. But maybe, maybe he would have. Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no!