Diana repeated the question to herself, Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.  What Am I?
                              Then it struck her. Time! 
                              The center clock in Gotham! She raced off there to find another envelope punctured on the point of the hour hand. 
                              Time can fly when you tell yourself. What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, has twenty-one eyes, but cannot see? What is it?
                              This was easy, dice. But where would dice be used. It had to be a place. 
                              Board games? No...casino!" 
                              She took off to the casino in Gathas. There where many but once she Hurd gun shots go off and people fleeing a building she knew that was the place. 
                              When she went in she found joker with a gun in his hand sitting at a booth with many stoppers by him. 
                              "I ma always up for kinky sh*t." He grinned a wide grin. 
                              "I'm here for the next clue. Do you have an envelope?" 
                              "Don't know what your talking about?" He leaned back and puffed a cigar. 
                              Diana rolled her eyes and pulled out her lasso. Before joker could even put his gun up. She disarmed Him in a flash and the girls went running. 
                              "Tell me where the envelope is." 
                              Joker chuckled a bit. Gritted his teeth then gasped. Turning around slowly he pulled down his pants to revile that the letter was stuffed in his underwear.
                              Diana gagged. 
                              "it is to my knowledge the lasso compels the truth, but cannot force an action." Joker burst our lauding. Spit flying. 
                              Her mind screamed no. But it was fore Bruce. Who knew what the guys who where holding captive would do to him. To Diana he was strong in many ways. But he was still him. With human limits. 
                              Kicking joker back. He was knocked unconscious. She grabbed the town form the Champaign bucket and warped her hand in it to grab the letter. 
                              She could feel the throw up pushing st the bakc of her throat. But Diana forced it back down. 
                              I am a word of six; my first three letters refer to an automobile; my last three letters refer to a household animal; my first four letters is a fish; my whole is found in your room. What am I?
                              "Bus?" She muttered to herself. "pet...BusPet?" Then it hit her. "Car...pet...carp! Carpet!" 
                              There weren't too many flooring shops in Gotham. Riddler seemed to be brimming her tonight places not small ones. That would take to long to go to each one. 
                              Think! She screamed at herslef. 
                              All of a sudden she got a light bulb moment.  She figured that since the riddles where fairly easy to solve riddler wanted her to find each one. It was a trap. He knows that she would figure them out fast. Nut since the last few hints where places she would most likely got to another place. But she didn't know them So it would take her longer for her to figure it out. Giving riddler and whoever else he was working with to set up a trap. . so when she got there she would be distracted getting Bruce out they can spring the trap. All of this was just some scheme together her away from the watchtower so that it was the other and superman. But since they got Batman's belt they had the kryptonight he kept in it. So superman would be out. Both want hitters would be out. 
                              "Dang." She rubbed her head. 
                              Joker started to get up agian. But she just delivered another punch to the face. She didn't like the sound of his laugh it sound like a hyena and she wasn't in the mood for it. 
                              With his nose dented in and bleeding Diana lifted an eyebrow of satisfaction and started getting to work tarring away the carpet. It didn't take her long walking around to find a squeaky board, rip the red shag carpet off, and peal the wood board away. 
                              Inside she found a hollow pen where there was another letter and hopeful the last.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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A wish a heart makes {wonderbat}
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