This is going to be very short. I have writers block and Im having a hard time coming up with ideas.
****y/n POV****
I make my way through the busy streets of Gotham, pushing and bumping into people along the way. I look left and right before crossing the street, and heading into a Cafe. Once inside, I walk to a booth in the back, waiting for
company to arrive. A barista walks up to my booth and asks for my order.
"Yeah can I get some pancakes with frozen blueberries on top? And a coffee, extra cream and sugar please."
She writes down my order and walks off. It doesn't take long before my 'date' sits down across from me.
"Hello hello. What is yours but everyone uses it?"
"My name. Glad you could make it Riddler"
"Please, call me Enigma. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I need you to do me a....favor" I replied
"Anything for a lady. What is this favor?"
"I need you to send someone a message. I'll send the cash to your apartment, the instructions will be included"
"very well, I suppose I'll see you again?"
"I believe you know the answer to that riddle"
He laughs and the lady comes back with my order. I push the plate over to my companion,
"I ordered your favorite"
He grabs a fork and we finish our morning chatting about 'normal' things.
YOU ARE READING
To Get Away
FanfictionTHIS IS ANOTHER ENDING TO THE STORY My faults AND you, BOTH WRITTEN BY @pplsss READ THESE STORIES FIRST!!! ***** What would happen if your death.....was fake? If you really escaped? If you truly got away?
