The Riddler's Daughter

An old friend

A crackle of lighting filled the room, followed by the sound of his laughter.

"Why isn't it Little Miss Emily Nashton, Back to your ol' games E."

His laughter broke out once again, filling the small room. Slick, Green eyes stared back at me. I could have sworn I heard his laughter before but not just at the alley way, no something about him seemed rather famillar.

"or should I say Enigma Riddles, daughter of the criminal mastermind The Riddler."

My heart stops, how did he know that? How could he have known that? My eyes narrowed back at him;

"Who are you?"

"Now E, do not say you don't recognize me?"

There is a long pause, I try to think but a dark shadow was casted over his face in a way that blocked my view. Lighting filled up the room once again, followed by the crackle of thunder. It was weird, he did seem familiar. Where did I know him from? Not knowing something always got under my skin but it didn't help Kane was practically rubbing it in my face. My blank expression along with my silence was the answered to his question. I couldn't admit it out loud, but he seemed to understand I was clueless. He chuckles, stepping forward so I could get a better look.

"Wow dearie that hurts deep, but you know what? You've always been one for questions."

My facial expression drops, my voice just above a whisper.

"No."

"Oh yes dearie."

"J-jesse?"

A smile arose from the young boy, one only someone like the Cheshire Cat had. Only one person, one boy had that kind of devilish smile.

Jesse Kane.

~Flashback~

"Come on, is that all you have?"

Young Emily taunted twirling around a blade in her hand, she flipped over a young boy. Clearly she was in a winning position in this fight. The small boy chuckled, brushing his newly died green hair out of his face. He laughed taking out a blade, similar to the one she had.

"Not at all."

His knife made one sharp movement, striking the girl across the arm. The young girl fell down, grasping her arm. He pounced up with a cocky smile on his face, ready to emerge victorious.

"Owe."

Emily murmured, her hand still holding her arm. His eyes widen, for the boy had not realized how hard he must have struck her.

"E?"

He approached the girl with caution. Slightly worried because he did not want to deal with the Riddler if she was hurt.

"I'm sorr-"

Her legs wrapped around him, taking him down to her level. Although her arm was bleeding it was no more then a cut in her eyes. Nothing she couldn't handle. She quickly took ahold of his knife, pinning him to the ground. This time Emily was the one with a smile on her face.

"Never under estimate your opponent."

"Let me up E."

He rolled his eyes, as if he didn't hate to lose. The young girl knew better then that, Jesse absolutely hated to lose. He was a sore winner and loser. The boy had always been one to stack odds in his favor. However, Emily always seemed one step ahead of his game. Always playing an angle just like her father. The young girl couldn't help but rub it in when she won.