The Society: A Prologue (read desc.)

A knock came to the door. It was about 7 in the morning. Patrick Nashton groaned and got up, pushing aside his comforter and heading to the door. Before he could get there, however, a suited man was already standing in the doorway.

 

“Excuse me. I’ve been knocking for about 5 minutes and thought I’d let myself in.”

 

Patrick grabbed an umbrella that was leaning against the wall and gripped it tightly, planning on using it as a bat, “Who the hell are you?”

 

“My name is Lex Luthor. I’m an entrepreneur from Metropolis.”

 

“Who cares? Why the hell did you just come into my damn apartment?”

 

“I have a business proposition, Mr. Nygma.“

 

Patrick chuckled, “You must have the wrong guy, my name is Patrick Nasht-“

 

“Oh cmon, Riddler. Don’t lie to yourself. Just because you had to leave Gotham to save your ass from the Court of Owls doesn’t mean you have to lie to yourself. Change your name, change your hair, you’re still the same guy that you know. And that I know.”

 

Patrick’s umbrella went down to his side as his arm drooped. He hadn’t thought about what happened in almost a year, but now, this man was bringing things up that only a few people could know.

 

Riddler sighed, “What is this....proposition?”

 

Lex smiled, “I call it the Society. May I come in and discuss it with you?”

Done