It's our time.

Note: Okay.. well, I hope you guys like. It's set just after the events of Arkham City and just before the upcoming event of Arkham Knight! :D Hope you like! Please leave a review!

It was over. No more Joker, no more chaos; end of an era. To say that everybody was surprised was an understatement. It had shocked everyone, right to the core.

Gotham's underworld was in chaos, with no top dog, no one ruled it. True, though no one would admit it, Joker was the top dog, the one who ruled over the crazies of Arkham.

Penguin had tried to take over Arkham, but Two Face was the man with real power and he easily took over Arkham City, but it got taken down soon after the events of Protocol ten, the rogues where all taken back to Arkham, but some where taken to Black Gate as well.

But this meant that rogues could escape easily, because there were so many rogues to move at one time.

Edward sat at the back of a transfer van with Deadshot, Firefly, Mad Hatter, Jester, Harley, Two Face and Zsasz.

The guards at the front were talking about the events of the city, everyone had heard about it, one event in particular.

"I can't believe he's dead. I mean, not that I'm not happy that he's dead, but man, I never thought that guy would ever die!" commented one of them.

The second one, the one who was driving nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah I know, I mean that guy got what he deserved. Quite frankly, I believe that all of those nutters should get killed," he said, nodding behind him to the other rogues in the back.

Edward sighed and looked over at Jester. "Are you okay?"

"Since when did you care?!"

"Calm down Jester, I was only asking."

"And I was only answering."

It had been a tough few months in Arkham and there had been many back stabbings and deaths. Jester and Edward had a little back stabbing of their own and Edward was trying his best to make it up to her, because he knew that Jester was a valuable ally, no matter what the other rogues thought of her.

But there was only one thing Jester wanted to hear him say, but Edward was never going to say 'sorry', no matter how much it meant to him, he was never going to say it.

"Oh… Mista' J'. I miss him so much…" wailed Harley.

Deadshot sighed and leaned his head back against the wall of the van.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and the van skidded out of control, before landing on it's sighed.

"Oww…" moaned Harley.

"Oh god… what the hell..?" muttered Deadshot.

Firefly slowly sat up. "Oh good god… what in god's name?"

"Oh… oww… Jester..? Are you okay," asked Edward as he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

Jester nodded and groaned. "Oww… what the hell happened?"

"I do not know my dear Queen of Clubs…" Jervis muttered.

Two Face slowly sat up and walked towards the edge of the van.

"It's unlocked, we can bolt it," he cried.

Edward quickly undid his handcuffs and helped Jester with hers.

"Say, Nigma, Lawton! Give me a hand with opening these doors! They're stiff!" he yelled at them.

"Yeah, just give me a second!" growled Floyd as he undid his cuffs and climbed over the benches, with Edward following him, leaving Jester to unlock Harley and Jervis.

The three of them began to shove and ram the door as hard as they could and it eventually gave way. Two Face climbed out, shortly followed by Floyd and then Edward climbed out.

Jester climbed over and placed her hands together for Jervis to stand on.

"Say Eddie, help Jervy up!" she yelled.

Edward turned around and held his hand down, as Jester lifted Jervis up as best she could. Then Harley quickly came running over to them.

Edward helped her up and then Firefly came.

Jester looked up at him and he held his hand down to her. Here they needed to help each other, no matter what differences they had, they needed to get out of here.

"Okay well, we better split!" shouted Two Face.

They all nodded and began to run away, with Edward grabbing Jester's arm.

"Hey, what the hell are Ya' doing Eddie?!" she shouted.

"Look, I'm going to make this up to you got it?!" Edward shouted back as they raced down the street. "Besides, you have nowhere to stay do you?"

Jester looked down, then at the sky just as the few rain drops began to descend from the sky, before a tilde wave of rain water came thundering down.

"Well, this is just perfect," muttered Jester.

"Stop your idiotic complaining Jester! You'll just have to consolidate and get used to it!" he growled.

"What the hell does consolidate mean?" asked Jester.

Suddenly someone smacked the butt of a gun into Edward's face. Jester cried out in shock as he fell to the floor, before a gun was pointed in her face.

Jester quickly put her hands up in surrender as Edward slowly got onto his hands and knees. He turned and saw a man sneaking behind Jester with a club in his hand.

"Jester look out!" he shouted.

The young clown girl dodged the blow and with acrobatic skill, dodged the few more punches thrown her way, before spin kicking and knocking the guy out, but he wasn't alone.

More of the idiots came running towards Jester, bats held high and ready to strike. But Jester was a rogue and a street kid at heart, so she easily dodged the many swings and punches. If you had been sitting far away, you would've thought it was a dance, all trained into doing something at the right time in the right place.

Edward continued to watch when a rough hand grabbed him and hoisted him to his feet, then he felt the cold steel of a blade at his throat, before his arm was pulled behind his back.

"Hey, Ya' little brat! I got Ya' buddy here! Ya' better give up, or I'm gonna' become real famous!" shouted the guy, in a gruff voice, fit for the rough hands.

Jester stopped and turned to see the sight in front of her. She saw the glint of the knife in the yellow street light and her body froze. There was nothing she could do to help, she was useless at such things.

"Now, give up and I won't ruin your buddy's neck line, if Ya' catch my drift!" the man spoke.

Jester slowly lowered her hands and kept her eyes firmly fixed on the blade at Edward's throat.

Suddenly one of the men behind her, smacked her right in on the back of the head with their club.

"Watch it! The boss don't wan't them too damaged!" yelled the thug who held Edward.

Edward swallowed the lump in his throat, he didn't know who he had double crossed this time, but he guess he would find out soon. People in Gotham didn't stay quiet or hide if it was on the subject of revenge, it was how the city worked and it was why it had so many scars.

"Pass me the chloroform!" shouted the thug who was holding him.

Edward stiffened up and began to struggle.

"You ain't going anywhere!" growled the thug.

Edward could feel the man tighten his grip around his neck, he slipped his knife away and held his hand out for the cloth.

Suddenly a white cloth was pressed to his face and he struggled even more.

"Why don't we just knock him out like we did her?" asked one of the other thugs, who sounded like their IQ score, a monkey would be ashamed of.

"Because the boss don't want his head damaged, says that when he came to, he would give him the biggest headache as he complained about the brutality towards his precious mind," there was obvious humour in his voice as he pressed the cloth harder against Edward's face.

He couldn't hold his breath any longer and had to breath in the sweet smelling liquid that was on the cloth. Chloroform worked quickly and Edward knew that, so he began to struggle even more violently, but eventually his movements became sluggish and slowly his world went black.

The dripping of pipes was the first thing he heard, then he could smell the stench of bleach and… fear toxin? Could it really be fear toxin or was it juts his senses playing tricks on him after the effect of the chloroform?

He slowly sat up and rubbed his head. Where was he? He was on a bed, quite a nice one actually. But who would do that? Definitely non of the other rogues he knew… maybe Sphinx would… but she hadn't spoken to him recently.

The room reminded him of one from Lacy Towers and he soon released that meant he was somewhere quite high up in the wealth department.

A light moan directed his attention to side of the room where Jester was lying unconscious on the sofa.

Edward slowly got to his feet and walked over to her. "Jester? Are you okay, wake up!"

Jester's eyes fluttered open to show bright, jade, green eyes, staring up at him with confusion.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

Jester nodded and slowly sat up. "Yeah…. but what the hell happened?"

I don't know. I'm a bit perplexed by the whole ordeal myself," Edward confessed before helping her stand up.

"Hello old friends… I understand if you are confused, but I needed to make my survival concealed. No point spoiling the surprise before the main plan has even been created."

Edward and Jester froze. They had heard that voice before, so many times before. It sent a chill up any Arkhamite's spine let alone Gothamite. It even chilled Batman to the bone. That one voice was fear itself and the person it belonged to was truly fear in carnet.

"Jon?" Edward questioned.

A cackle that Edward had heard so many times, usually directed at some poor victim who was cowering in fear, hit their ears, causing Jester to involuntary shiver in slight uneasiness.

"Gee Jonny. You do like to hide don't Ya'," she commented.

Jonathan smirked and walked out of the shadows, reviling his lanky frame and stick like figure, something that truly did remind Jester of a scarecrow. Now she could truly see why they called him a scarecrow when he was a boy, he looked just like one. Tall and thin, bones slightly coming out of the skin at unhealthy paportion.

"Indeed. Now, I understand if you two are shocked to see me, but I suggest that you hide it, you know me and any emotion that is connected to fear in any way," laughed Jonathan.

"Yeah Jon… we know," Edward sighed.

"Now.. I suppose you would want an explanation?" Jonathan said as he walked over to them.

"One would be nice, yes."

"Well, it is because Joker is dead, but that is only one of the reasons."

"Why does the J man's death got anything to do with it?" asked Jester as she scooted a little closer to Edward.

"My dear little broken reflection, it has everything to do with it," laughed Scarecrow as he walked towards the balcony, Jester and Edward followed. "Look at our proud city, look how bright and proud it shines in this morning light, knowing that at night it will be transformed into a monstrous creature, much like the transformation of a werwolf do you not agree?"

"Yeah… I guess," muttered Jester.

Jonathan smirked and gestured to the people below. "Look at them. They act like they haven't a care in the world and they don't when it's day time, but as soon as that sun sets and the monsters come out to play, well that's when they get worried and yet they still go out at night… and do you know why?" Scarecrow turned to them and they stood there staring at him. "It is because they believe that their precious protector will come down and save them, when in actual fact, he never does. But you never hear of his failures do you? but there are so many."

Edward sighed. "So, what's you point Jonathan?"

"Edward. Surly you must relies, that now, with Joker out of the way, we can form a alliance with out fellow Arkhamites and destroy the bat, once and for all?"

"It has crossed my mind."

"I thought it would. That is why I need you two's help. You see, I need your skills. Your hacking and smooth talking and Jester, your knowledge of the streets and who to get the best guns from, but I need our other Arkhamite's help too. I can not conquer the bat on my own," Scarecrow explained.

"What are you getting at Jonny?" asked Jester.

"Do you not see it? If we band together, we would be unstoppable. Not even Batman could win. We came close to killing him at the Arkham riot… but not close enough and do you know why?" asked Scarecrow, eyeing them with a calculated gaze.

"Umm… no," Jester answered.

"We failed in our mission to kill him because Joker didn't follow the plan. If he had, we would of won. I realised this too late, that is why I faked my death."

"So.. you're saying we should all team up?" asked Jester.

"Yes, little girl, I am."

"Why?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Very poetic," muttered Edward. "It's a great idea in theory Jonathan, but will it work?"

"Work? Of course it will work. I have a plan you see and.. I have a new acquaintance, who will provide much help," Scarecrow explained, with the corners of his mouth twitching at the prospect of his glorious plan working and them being rid of the bat forever.

The cool breeze of Gotham blew past them and Scarecrow turned towards it, causing his hair to blow back and his shirt to blow in the breeze a little too. "So my friends, what do you say? Are you going to help in the bat's gory demise?" he inquired.

Jester looked at Edward who need his head at her. "Yes, I believe we will aid you, I mean who in their right mind wouldn't?"

"Ha, everyone Eddie!" laughed Jester.

Edward rolled his eyes before following Scarecrow inside again.

"There's just one complication I would like to discuss with you," he said as he stood in the door way, studying the old ex-professor as he cleaned his glass, before placing them back on.

"Oh and what is that Edward?" asked Scarecrow.

"This… new acquaintance of yours; who is he exactly?"

Jonathan chuckled. "I do not know his story, all I know is his alias."

Jester walked into the room and stood just in front of Edward, her head tilted to the side.

"And what's his alias Jonny? Are Ya' going to tell us and will we ever meet him?" she questioned.

Jonathan turned to his friends. "Yes. You will meet him, hopefully very soon. as for his name," he walked over and poured himself a drink, before taking a tiny sip. "It's Arkham Knight and soon, everyone in Gotham will know it, especially a certain pointy eared vigilantly and then… Gotham will be ours."

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