The Riddler

Carrie was very surprised when she was suddenly groped while making her way through an alley quite literally looking for trouble. She was even more surprised when she turned around and saw a strange small older gentleman in an odd green outfit covered in question marks. That didn't stop her from flooring him on the spot, though. A solid hit to the nose had him laying on his back in a moment.

As it turns out, the guy wasn't alone. Carrie, despite her acute senses, found herself surrounded by several thugs who had obviously used some sort of enhancements to acquire that sheer bulk and stature. Had she seen them, she could have avoided being grabbed and held in place, but now she was restrained with no way to escape and completely at the mercy of these men and the the odd fellow that was getting to his feet behind her.

"Who is this that follows the bat and wears strange clothes, but manners lack?" The strange phrase threw Carrie off, but not nearly as much as the hand that reached around from behind and grabbed her chest. Bruce never told her about these kind of criminals, but she was quickly learning about the darkness that lurked in the shadows.