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Changing Tactics	By : spankingfemfatale Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Batman threw the Riddler unceremoniously into his car slamming the door shut before sliding gracefully across the hood to get in the car himself. The Riddler had a devious smirk played across his face knowing that Batman needed him for clues to find the whereabouts of his partner Robin. It was all about the game; it had always been about the game with the Riddler, and Batman was growing weary of being an unwilling participant just so that the Riddler could have a playmate that gave him a challenge.

Batman slammed his foot down on the gas in irritation sending the Riddler, eyes wide, flying back in his seat as the Batmobile accelerated. Once settled in his seat again, the Riddler remarked teasingly, “Now, now Batman; getting aggravated will only distract you from your goal. Tick tock,” he tapped his wristwatch for emphasis that Batman was running low on time and that he may win this game if Batman became distracted.

The reminder of this fact only served to anger Batman more as he reared back a fist to knock his adversary out in one swift punch. The Riddler held up his hands in a defensive gesture responding quickly, “I wouldn’t be too hasty to sink your fists into me; after all, if you render me unconscious, it will be rather difficult to get any more clues from me.”

Batman’s frown deepened as he lowered his fist. He knew the Riddler was right, and as satisfying as it would be to shut the Riddler up for the duration of having him in his presence, Batman knew he would have to keep him conscious at least long enough to find Robin.

The Riddler smirked at his small victory, enjoying the fact that he was getting under Batman’s skin. He glanced around the inner workings of the Batmobile fascinated by all the gizmos and gadgets contained on the console of the car. He had ridden in Batman’s car before, but had never been conscious long enough to really get a good look within its confines. This thought made him frown, Batman could be such the brute. As he was looking through the myriad of buttons and switches, he reached over to point at a row of flip switches to ask what they were for, but before he could ask, Batman swatted his hand grunting, “Don’t touch anything.”

The Riddler jerked his hand back as if it had been bitten. He gave Batman a scowl before folding his arms defiantly and responding in a slightly irate tone, “For the record, I wasn’t touching. I was pointing! I was only merely going to ask you about those switches and their purpose. I was just interested in the intricacies of your vehicle.”

Batman turned to face Edward long enough to give him a disapproving stare before turning his eyes back to the road and replying, “I foiled your plot Nygma; I’ve already beaten you. Why must you keep doing this?”

The Riddler smiled once more responding smugly, “Oh but you haven’t; if you had beaten me, then you would no longer need me to find your dim witted compatriot.” He settled back in his chair before continuing, “No, the only accomplishment in your favor is that you happened to catch me, and sooner than I’d anticipated. Now you’ll just have to get the remainder of my riddles orally verses well laid within other riddles along the way. It won’t be as much of a challenge now I’m afraid.” He trailed off thinking about the fact that his plans had been compromised and a couple of his riddles had to be modified.

It angered him; he had put a lot of time and effort into making specific puzzles themed with the tasks he’d hoped to see Batman try and accomplish, and now he would have to come up with new, not as well thought out, riddles on the fly to make up for the loss of not being able to put together his clues as masterfully as he had planned them to be. He sighed deeply, thinking out his next riddle to point Batman in the right direction and deciding now would be the best time to deliver it, “Tell you what, I’ll give you the next clue to start you off on the right path. Picture a celebration of conceptual thought where old and new becomes one.”

Batman deduced that the Riddler was referring to Museum Road where the Museum of Modern Art had a special display on Van Gogh’s artwork. He glanced at the time noting he had a little over an hour left before midnight, the fated time Robin’s time clock would run out, and he would fall victim to one of the Riddler’s puzzle traps. Batman fumed aware of the fact the Riddler would be content to give him flippant riddles with just enough direction to barely give him enough time to save Robin if only for the dramatics of a time crunch.

Batman then made a decision and only replied with a simple, “No.”

The Riddler’s smile faded his eyebrow arching in confusion at Batman’s answer, “What do you mean no?”

Batman swerved off onto the next exit that led a few miles up a cliff side to an abandoned lighthouse. Edward watched in curiosity gripping his seat as they flew up the road at over an 100-mile an hour clip wondering what Batman was planning. Batman slowed pulling up to the top of the cliff overlooking the city and put the Batmobile in park. He turned narrowing his eyes at the Riddler to finally answer, “I mean no; I’m not going to answer anymore of your riddles. You’re going to give me a straight answer because I’m done playing games with you.”

The Riddler’s lips curved into a thin line of irritation as he snorted disconcertingly, “Well no answers to my riddles means you’ll just have to figure out where Robin is all by your own deductions. You’re good, but are you good enough to find him AND solve my puzzle in,” he glanced down at his watch, “Oh say, fifty six minutes?” The Riddler’s smirk began to return feeling reassured that Batman would be forced to play one way or another for the mere fact that his sidekick’s life was on the line. He didn’t really want the boy to die, and unlike the Joker, he had no real taste for murder preferring his crimes did not involve any casualties. He really only wanted to win against a worthy opponent, and in order to make Batman play the game at all, there had to be risks involved.

Batman turned the ignition off with the simple voice activated command, “Power down,” and stepped out of his car. Edward’s eyes followed him as he strode with purpose around the side of the car. A chill ran up his spine, and for a moment he wished he could have locked the door by the menacing stare he received when the door slid open with his voice’s command, “Passenger door open.” As the door was opening, Batman left no time for words quickly grabbing Edward’s bicep and snatching him out of the car like a rag doll before giving the command to close the doors. Once the doors had closed, Batman proceeded to slam the Riddler up against the door an intimidating frown plastered across his face.

The Riddler tried not to appear afraid by keeping his small smirk in place, but truth be told, knowing what the man currently towering over him was truly capable of terrified him. Had he finally pushed Batman over the edge? The man was crazy in his own right gallivanting around dressed up like a bat after all.

As these thoughts raced across the Riddler’s mind, he found himself intrigued in spite of his fear as to what action Batman would take next, and so the Riddler asked curiously, “What is it you hope to accomplish by bringing me way out here Batman? You could theoretically threaten my life by dangling me over the side of this cliff, but I don’t believe you would in fact kill me let alone compromise Robin’s safety if you were to accidentally drop me. No, that wouldn’t be logical would it? I know the boy’s location, and without my help, Robin will surely perish. So then what? It’s not like you can slug the answers out of me. I, unlike the Joker, don’t have the constitution to last through more than one or two of your punches. So tell me, what can you really do other than play by my rules?” Edward chuckled lightly to himself feeling more confident in his standing by his own justifications. He grinned broadly at Batman as he nonchalantly straightened out his green jacket and awaited Batman’s response.

Batman crossed his arms holding back his building rage. He wanted to pummel the self-satisfied grin off his face, but he also agreed with the Riddler’s argument. He couldn’t beat him unconscious because he needed information from the Riddler, and he needed it in a timely manner. He knew all these facts before he’d decided what his next action with the Riddler would be.

Batman didn’t miss a beat as he gave Edward a dangerous smile responding, “You’re absolutely right Edward; I know your limits, and I’ve adjusted my tactics for you accordingly. It’s your choice, but I will warn you, you really don’t want my alternative. Do yourself a favor and just tell me where Robin is and how to retrieve him safely.”

Edward studied Batman’s features somewhat unnerved by the way Batman seemed so sure of himself, but unable to back down from Batman’s challenge due to his own narcissism and curiosity, the Riddler replied, “My choice Batman? My choice is to see what ace you think you’ve got up your sleeve.”

Batman shook his head as he unfolded his arms taking on a menacing stance, “I figured your arrogance would decide for you.” Edward shrank back against the door nervously as Batman lunged forward snagging the Riddler’s wrist and yanking him over to the front end of the Batmobile.

Edward had followed in silence until Batman had sat on the edge of the Batmobile’s hood simultaneously throwing the Riddler sprawling across one of Batman’s knees and the hood of the car. Batman’s other leg deftly wrapped itself around the Riddler’s legs leaving no room to escape. Edward was a smart man, and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for the dawning realization of what possible outcomes would come out of this position.

A gasp escaped his throat, his stomach tightening in panic as his head spun back to glare in awe at Batman as he yelled out, “What do you think you are you doing!”

Batman secured the Riddler into place by pushing his left hand down into the small of his back. He raised his right hand back to strike his now wriggling target before replying, “Something that should have been done a long time ago.” As the words left his mouth, his steel hand came down in quick succession to leave one stinging swat after another.

Edward’s jaw hung agape in surprise as he thought, ‘There’s no way this is actually happening to me!’ He squalled out loudly and bucked wildly at each hit never one to have a high threshold for pain as he screamed, “Stop! You can’t do this!”

Batman didn’t stop spanking the Riddler but countered, “I can, and I am. Tell me where Robin is.”

The Riddler pouted responding, “That’s not fair! You’re cheating!” He couldn’t believe how much this was hurting! His thin, gray, dress slacks may as well have been non-existent for the protection they offered against Batman’s stinging slaps.

Batman’s hand came down harder and the Riddler screeched shrilly in response to the increased pain. “Fair? How long this goes on for is all up to you Edward. Just tell me where Robin is, and I’ll stop. Otherwise as you’ve previously stated, we’ve got almost an hour to hash this out.”

The Riddler gulped knowing there was no way he could hold out that long, he didn’t think he could hold up much longer as it was, and he really didn’t want to see how long he actually could stand this treatment, so he swiftly rattled off, “Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you! Just stop already!”

Batman did stop, and the Riddler quickly shot his hands back to cover his vulnerable rear owing his discomfort and giving Batman a nasty sneer that lost most of its nastiness under the current circumstances. Batman paid the look no mind as he asked in all seriousness, “Where is he?”

Edward’s frown deepened momentarily thinking how much he hated Batman for doing this to him. He then smirked feeling clever as he decided he would have to tell Batman where Robin was, but he wasn’t about to let Batman win too easily unable to help guising the answer in a simple riddle, “Your companion is being held by one of the oldest tricks in the book. Just follow the fairy’s dust and you will find him.” It was an easy enough riddle that Batman would have no problem solving, but still a riddle, so Batman would still be conforming to his rules.

Batman had deduced quickly that the Riddler was talking about the warehouse district where there was a huge two-story magic supply store called Tinkerbelle’s. It was well known to carry several complex magic props from back in Houdini’s time. The store was also less than five minutes from where they were now.

This fact angered Batman since the Riddler’s original clue would have sent him a good twenty minutes out of the way from the magic shop just so that Edward could have continued to play games with him. Edward was still playing games now just to try and feel like he’d won by making Batman answer his simple riddle verses just telling him out right where Robin was being held. Batman shook his head in bitter annoyance as he decided he wasn’t going to let the Riddler get any small victories on him. He snagged the Riddler’s hands off his rear end pinning them in the small of his back as he got ready to continue where he’d left off.

Edward’s expression changed as his smirk faded into a look of shock realizing Batman was about to start spanking him again. Fear coursed through him at the prospect of having to endure anymore heavy-handed swats on his already very tender posterior as he yelled out, “Wait a minute! That was ridiculously easy! You can’t tell me you can’t solve that riddle?”

Batman replied, “You’re right, it is easy, but you’re going to tell me where he is without any riddles, puns, or other games! You’re going to give me a straight answer whether you like it or not.” Batman’s hand came down like thunder as he now let all his frustration out on the Riddler’s burning bottom.

The Riddler squirmed and howled out in dismay unable to believe that Batman was so adamant to have him answer his question. He had assumed Batman would have abandoned his interrogation and simply knocked him out to proceed in saving the day. He would have preferred that scenario to the current one that was wearing out his ego as well as his ass. As the pain surmounted Edward knew he’d have to give in and cried out, “Alright! Ow! Stop! I’ll give you a straight answer!”

Batman didn’t stop this time as he replied, “I’m waiting.”

Tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes spilled down his cheeks as he gave in to Batman’s demands, “He’s in the warehouse district! Ow! Stop already! The magic shop! Ow! Tinkerbelle’s! Okay! I told you what you wanted to know! Stop! I’m sorry! Please stop!” The Riddler was now unable to control the pain and humiliation he felt any longer as he began to sob.

Batman slowed the swats but did not stop just yet as he scolded, “You’d better be telling me the truth Edward because so help me if you’re not…”

Edward interjected wailing out, “It’s true! No more! Please! He’s tied up in a water trap! It’s an easily disabled puzzle!”

Batman swatted a little harder replying matter-of-factly, “When we get there, you’re going to disable all of your traps, playtime is over. Have I made myself clear?”

The Riddler whined pitifully nodding in defeat his agreement to Batman’s conditions responding with a squeaked out, “Crystal.”
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