Good Intel

A few days had passed since the terrorist attack. Batman had obviously dealt with the situation, but the man known as the Riddler was yet to be found. Both the Lockhart Foundation and Wayne Enterprises suffered a financial loss this time. That alone left the shareholders in a state of discontentment.

Sora could be seen lying shirtless in his bedroom. He was facedown with his eyes closed. Alice sat on top of him, her hands pressing against his back muscles. She was giving him a massage.

The wall mounted TV was set to the news station, and it was constantly covering the incident. That villain was still at large after all. The beautiful doll would constantly get distracted by the channel.

"Ugh…a bit higher." Sora grunted. He was feeling quite relaxed.

Alice brought her hands a bit higher up his back. Her unstable breaths showed just how hard she was working to give that massage. His body was extremely tough.

"-and we are back with Channel 9 News. The mayor of Gotham, Don Mitchell, was murdered in his home last night. With the slew of targeted attacks in the last few days, we again believe this is the work of the Riddler. When will his reign of terror end?"

After a while, Sora didn't feel her putting in effort anymore. A sigh escaped his lips as he knew what the problem was. He turned onto his back, making her straddle his waist. The doll's hands were now on his chest.

"Alice?"

"Mnn." She hummed.

Her gaze was still locked onto the TV. Riddler's masked face was enlarged on the screen. Sora's arms wrapped around her back, pulling her against his frame. Her soft melons squished against his chest.

"Look at me. What's wrong?" He said. She finally moved her attention to him.

"I don't like him." She finally answered.

"...The Riddler."

"I thought you died, Sora. He…" She didn't finish her words.

The anger was showing on her face. It was psychotic, but Sora enjoyed it immensely. If anything it turned him on. His hands trailed down her back and stopped on her plump bottom.

"Hmm…but I'm still here. See?" He responded while squeezing her bubbly peaches.

"I know, but…"

"Should I go find him?" Sora finally suggested. He just loved messing around with her. Alice gave him an excited look.

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"How bad do you want me to find him?"

"Really bad!"

"Prove it." He spoke playfully.

The mature beauty thought for a moment. Eventually, her dainty hand slithered into his shorts. A slight smile adorned Sora's face as he watched her attempt to please him. Her panties were slid to the side. It wasn't long before the sleepy man felt himself inside something nice and warm.

"...What should I do when I find him?"

"Kill him!"

Creaks could be heard from the bedroom. It would last for a while. No matter. The maids carried on with their work.

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The sun was finally beginning to set. It dipped below the horizon. Sora could be seen in the backstreets of Gotham. He leaned against the side of his sports car while gazing at the unassuming establishment which was across the street. Tiny blue letters glowed in neon.

'The Iceberg Lounge.' It read.

He couldn't help but sigh before making his way over. He'd rather be in bed right now. Oh well. Can't lay down forever right? If only.

A heavy sliding door blocked anyone from getting in. Sora knocked three times using a bit of force. After a few seconds, it slid open to reveal a bouncer. The man had to look up at Sora due to his height. The young Lockhart was a bit tall after all.

"I know you. I've seen you on the gram." The man grumbled.

"...So do I have to wait here?"

"Uhhh…just come in." The bouncer didn't know what he should do.

If anything, it would be wiser to let him in. It didn't take long for Sora to make it past the entry. Quiet music could be heard from behind the final door. When it opened, the noise became extremely loud.

The surroundings were dark but everything was constantly showered with colorful lights. Rave lights were flashing throughout the massive area. It was extremely crowded, and the people were most likely drugged out of their minds. It was a party alright.

It turned out that the bouncer had a twin. Both of them escorted Sora to the upper floor where the private rooms were. Stragglers were pushed out the way.

Several gazes landed on him, but the most they could make out was his white hair. It was too dark to see much more. The lazy man eventually reached his destination. One of the bouncers knocked on the door.

'Beep.'

A soft ring could be heard in response. It was basically allowing entrance. The bouncers gestured to him before leaving. Sora casually walked inside.

Penguin could be seen lazing on a comfortable sofa, with drinks on the table. He was counting a large stack of money. Sora didn't act polite and plopped onto the sofa across from the round man.

"I didn't think we'd meet again so soon. Thought ya didn't care about touching bases. Now ya wanna walk straight into my place?" He spoke.

"...Whatever man. You already know why I'm here."

"No I don't." Penguin answered with a smirk.

"Can you stop harping over everything? Damn, you're sounding like a woman." Sora grumbled.

"Rude. I'm just pulling ya finger."

"....................."

"The Riddler, huh? He's been on a tear."

"...He fucked with my money. He also ruined the Grand Prix. The Grand Prix!"

"I know it. It was a lotta fun escaping that deathtrap of a stadium."

Sora's phone buzzed. A drink was set beside him as he checked. It was a new app that he'd recently installed. It was created solely for Sora's intelligence network. Shizuo and Celty would ping him whenever something noteworthy popped up. Something like the Riddler.

"Tell me what you know about him." Sora finally ordered Penguin.

He wasn't going to sit here talking about nothing. As the infamous broker and informant told what he knew, Sora compared it with the info on his app. It seemed like the info he had on the app was much better.

Almost an hour went by as the fat kingpin spilled the beans. The connection with his latest attacks and the significance of them. It still meant nothing to the sleepy man. As soon as the Riddler involved the Lockharts, his life was put on a timer.

Truly, Sora could find the villain himself. He'd decided to make a day out of it and that was the only reason he was taking his time. No need to rush at the moment. Eventually, Penguin said something interesting.

"Ya know, you're the third person to ask about him today." He exclaimed. Sora raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Who else?"

"It was the Bat first. He was pretty rough about it. Fought security and everything!"

"Batman…And the second?"

"The lady clown begged me for some info. Ever since Joker kicked her out, she's been trying to make a name for herself."

Sora's face immediately lit up. The laziness had almost disappeared. He quickly stood up. A delighted smile could be seen on his face.

"Harley Quinn? Where did she go?!"

"I gave her the location of Riddler's weapons lockup. She had to pay me though. I don't work for free. Except for you, of course."

"How long ago?"

"Right before you came."

"...This was the best info you've given me today, Penguin. I'm definitely willing to pull some strings for you now. Only one string though, since you gave me only one good piece of info."

"Heh. Appreciate it. Looking forward to doing business with ya!"

With that being said Sora made his way out. Penguin sat there with a weird expression on his face. His mind was quickly turning.

'None of the intel about Riddler mattered to the guy? Only Harley Quinn seemed to spark his interest. Heh. So he's that type of man, huh? Joker might be fucked.' He thought.

Penguin would make sure to keep that in mind. Sora quickly made his way out of the place. He didn't even bother to return to the car. It'd be too late by then. With only a step, he flashed into the clouds.

DING