Batman Porno Story: To Struggle for a BadGuy – Chapter Four

Wow! Got a lot of reviews on that one , must be doing something right! Lol!

Tuteyuet: lol! Im glad youre enjoying the story! But youre gonna have to read and fine out. Hope you like the next chapter!

Andywattbolb: Awe thanks! I like dark stories, most of mine are dark… he he he Ive been reading way to many Batman comics… lol!

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Thanks for all your marvelous reveiws, I hope this chapter is at least in the ‘alright’ category if not… well… um… Ill think of something!

Yours insanely

Golumfryingeggs

Riddler shot awake in the inky blackness of his cell. He blinked a few times but the darkness did not leave. He sighed, it has been so long since he can remember a decent meal, a drink that didn’t taste like toilet water and a warm soft bed. He was thirsty hungry and very tired, but he knew that moaning about it was not going to help his predicament. So, sighing once more he rolled onto his stomach and attempted to push himself up to try and get some toilet water.

Big mistake number one.

Argh! he screamed grabbing his head and wishing at the same time for more hands to caress the other painful parts. Every nerve in his body burned in agony, every cell cursing him for his stupidity. Ed leaned his sweaty brow against the cool side of the scratchy old worn down mattress, waiting for the pain to subside, wishing there was someone there to sooth it.

A cold hand touched his shoulder and pure relief washed over the pained man. There was only one human being that was cold enough to send chills down the spine of the Riddler.

Hey V-Victor, he stuttered, gasping for breath.

Victor said nothing for a long moment, but merely sat down on the small cot, he never moved his hand. A strange calm always seemed to follow this man, perhaps it was because of his mutation or maybe their situation, but whatever it was Riddler was finding himself very gratefull for the Freeze mutant’s presence.

There was a long pause.

He escaped, Fries said in a dead tone.

Edwards eyes widened in shock, he turned his head slightly to the right and attempted to see the look on the Freeze mans face, but all was covered in darkness and all he could make out was the dark silhouette of the ice mutant.

Who? he whispered.

Victor sighed and grabbing Ed by his arm he gently pulled the black haired man into a sitting position. Ed winced and hissed in pain all the way, but when his back was against the wall behind his cot he felt relief pool over his body once more. Riddler closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the relief from his tense body… now if he could only do something about this thirst.

The Joker, Victor said, Riddler’s eyes shot open and for the second time that night wished he could see his face, expressions could mean so much if read correctly.

Well thats good isnt it? Edward asked breathlessly, It means there is someone on the outside that can help,

True, Victor whispered to the darkness, he remained silent after that and for a moment the Riddler could swear he was not going to continue. But as it were Victor did continue, but the words were enough to send chills down his spine for the second time that night.

They apparently pumped him full of some sort of serum, Mr. Freeze said, If he doesnt find the cure in one week he will die and then either another of us has to escape or we will die as well,

Riddler remained silent for a long, long moment.

Were so screwed

Where are you! he screeched, feeling the sudden worry boil inside of him, he hated being left in the dark, as long as the villains were causing trouble he at least knew what was going on, but this, this was complete torture.

You should be grateful, Batman or Bruce smiled softly at the voice; Alfred always knew what was happening, even if he Bruce did not.

I know, but Im worried, Bruce began, he flopped down into his chair, his eyes still pinned to the many screens before him, Its just, their not in Arkham so they mustve escaped and if they escaped it means they are plotting something but what?

Alfred said nothing, he placed a silver tray onto the table; it held a silver tea set and some biscuits. Perhaps you should enjoy the break while it is there, the old man said, Until they strike there isnt much one can do except worry,

Bruce sighed, he really hated it when his Butler made sense, but thats what butlers do unfortunately.

Alfred poured the tea and Bruce gratefully took the offered cup and grabbing a biscuit he dipped it into the hot steamy sweet liquid. His friend was right, worrying was not doing him any good and until these blasted villains decided to attack he wasnt going to be able to do anything.

He nibbled on the swollen biscuit, smiling at the delicious taste, if theres one thing his butler can do is cook a mean biscuit.

Youre probably right, Bruce began, he smiled at his butler, Best not to look a gift horse in the-

He was cut short by the sudden screams from the alarms. The monitors blinked and blazed and Batman immediately dropped his delicacies to examine the screens. Alfred barely surprised a groan and instead watched sadly as his Master sprang back to work in a flash.

A toy factory was blown up, Bruce muttered, his eyes scanning all the information in seconds.

Who would destroy a toy factory?

I dont know, Batman smiled at his butler, Yet.

And with those words the Batman leapt into his mobile and sped off into the night, leaving his butler with a half eaten biscuit and a very annoyed glare.

. Im a little dead with words today so, um yeah thats about it from me!

. You can stop reading now. :)

Yours insanely

Golumfryingeggs

. No seriously. Time to stopstopstop oh for crying out loud!