Little Moments That Became A Fic

Chapter 3: Give Me The Phone

On a quiet night in Gotham — or as quiet as it ever gets in Gotham — two enemies face off on a lonely rooftop.

"Give me the phone, Nygma," Batman growls.

"Oh, nonono," Riddler chuckles, wagging a finger. "I don't think I will."

"You do remember how your last attempt to blackmail me went, don't you?" Batman asks, stalking closer.

Riddler backs up, matching him step-for-step, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Oh, if you didn't want me to blackmail you, maybe you should've stopped me from filming you."

"Bruce Wayne, willingly try to stop a Supervillain from filming him?" Batman scoffs. "That would've looked incongruous."

"No moreso than Bruce Wayne flirting with Joker," Riddler snorts, dodging as the hero tries to lunge for the phone in his outstretched hand.

"Give me that phone, Nygma," Batman demands again, chasing the villain across the rooftop. "Or I will shoot you."

"No you won't." Riddler missteps but still manages to duck a flying kick, landing on his rear end. He frowns, confused. "You hate guns..." He smirks, leaping nimbly to his feet. "Oh, making empty threats? You? This must be even more embarrassing for you than I thought!"

"I will let Hood shoot you," Batman amends his threat.

Riddler goes still, eyes narrowing. "You wouldn't."

Batman holds his hand out expectantly, glaring more fiercely than usual.

Riddler deflates with a sigh, plopping his phone into the waiting grasp of his enemy. "Oh, fine." He pouts as the Bat deletes the video, and several others for good measure. "You really are no fun."

Good thing he's still got the backups, ready to upload to Gotham's second best News Station in 3...

(Riddler takes back his phone, tipping an imaginary hat to the Bat)

2...

(Riddler turns on his heel and flees, ready to go underground for as long as he needs to)

1...

(Riddler gets shot, eventually, but not by Red Hood. He's pretty sure Joker did it on purpose, no matter what the clown claims.)

(Riddler watches the media circus around the incident, everyone speculating why the airheaded billionaire would flirt shamelessly with the chaotic Clown Prince Of Crime)

(It's nothing compared to the chaos that follows Riddler whispering the Bat's little secret in Joker's ear. From hospital beds and hideouts and even his cell at Arkham, Edward keeps track of all that happens. He hasn't been this entertained in years.)

(A gunshot wound was more than worth it, but what Batman will do to him once he gets his hands on him probably won't be...)