WARNING this story contains cursing. Those with weak constitutions should press the back button. Losers...

The asylum was dark ,creepy ,and full of weirdos. Which wasn't all that shocking to the young thief. He was the male equivalent of Catwoman without all the skintight clothes and whip. But other than that he was a smooth talking, clever, lanky guy, who had a gloves with some powerfully intimidating claws. The feds took it away which burned him up inside. It took him forever to make those!

He was on a heist with the cat herself when he got caught, damn rafters gave way right as the cat jumped off and he jumped on. They had a good relationship so he knew she missed him. Thing was they both liked the reward and they liked the thrill. Cops said they were a match made in heaven, or hell as some would say. And when I say good relationship I mean great! Bats doesn't know what he's missing!

All this ran down Sylvester Carison's mind as he and the guards walked through the hallway. "Here you go. Your cell." The larger guard told him, "Enjoy your cellmate."

"C-cellmate?!"

"Yeah we're running out of room at Arkham so we had to start cellmates."

Only one thing was humming through the thief's mind. Please don't be Joker. Please don't be Joker. Please God don't let it be Joker!

And instead of a mad clown sitting on the side of the bunk there sat an equally as lanky himself, man, with long brown hair, and a large green question mark tattoo on his right shoulder. The Riddler, obviously. "Ho hum," Sly sighed taking a seat next to him.

"Riddle me this." The Riddler smiled, "Who is the knight in shining armor's worst enemy?"

Sly pondered a while, "The Dark Knight."

"Correct! I think I'll let you live tonight."

Riddler did a half back flip onto the top bunk and peered his head over the side. "So roomy! What cha in for?" Riddler asked trying to make a new friend.

Sly started clawing at the wall in boredom trying to write his alias on the wall slowly he chipped the yellow paint down to the light blue base coat. The paint chipped away to reveal the word WOLVESBANE.

"Wolvesbane huh?" Riddler asked with his hand in between his thumb and index finger. He was hovering right behind Sly's shoulder, "Let me guess, Cat's new play toy?" Riddler went back to his bunk and closed his eyes, "I bet she's already over you."

Sly was taken aback about the acuteness of the man before him. He didn't trust him, he's too happy. Then suddenly the roof above them started to buzz and dust started to fall to the floor. It finished it's full circle and was kicked violently to the floor by a black boot.

Sly smirked, "Already over me huh Riddler?"

Cat peeked her head in and let down her whip, Sly grabbed on and climbed up. Then Cat looked at Riddler who started for the rope, she quickly put the metal panel back withdrawing her whip as she did.

On the rooftop.

Cat threw a glove over to Sly, it was covered in synthetic grey fur and had razor sharp claws on the end of it, twice as long as Cat's.

"You don't think it little harsh leaving Riddler to rot?" Wolf asked flexing his fingers inside the glove.

"You don't want him in the way of our crime spree right?" Cat asked, she then got that seductive voice and rapped her arms around Wolf's neck , "Or your territory?"

"Oh, don't act like I haven't seen you eyeing Bats." his voice was gruff, but damn it all, he couldn't stay mad at Salina. After all she was what every two-bit car thief could only dream about much less hit on at a regular basis.

"Me- ouch darling. I can make up for it up for it." she said reaching in her pocket, "Had to sneak all the way up and down the Wayne Tec Building to find it." she said withdrawing the left glove "Then I had to sew them on."

Sly inspected it. It was strikingly similar to the other glove, the only difference was that the very tips of the claws glowed white. He flexed his fingers in it. When he brought down his trigger finger, which happens to be your fastest finger, an arch of light flung it's self at a radio antenna and cut the three inch thick steel beam in half.

"Oh, this is going to be a fun night."

Bruce Wayne was pissed. He had just lost five of the greatest cutting advances of all time to a thief. Not just any old thief either, He lost five of his most important inventions o Salina Kyle, The Catwoman. Probably a gift to that new boyfriend of hers Wolfsbane.

This likely would start off another crime spree which he had just stopped when he pulled the man in a wolf costume out of the wreckage of a collapsed building and into Arkham Asylum. He got his newspaper and Bruce's jaw nearly dropped upon reading the headlines.

INMATE ESCAPES ARKHAM WITHN FIFTEEN MINTUES OF INCARCERATION

At the bottom of the page a small article would have made Batman laugh if not on a case.

ARKHAM GUARDS WONDER WHY THE HELL IT'S SO EASY TO ESCAPE FROM THE ASYLUM

Bruce practically sprinted to the Bat Cave.

I've had the idea for this in my head for at least a year and I feel the need to inform you this story will not contain that much romance.