Lets start a war!

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People came back from the dead constantly. One minuet someone was dead, the next they weren't. It was one of the things that made being a rogue difficult. One minuet someone was dead and buried six feet under, then they were jumping around and having a grand ol' time at your birthday party.

It made many rogues exclaim 'what the hell?' frequently.

"Say… Eddie, you awake?" asked Jester as she gazed over at him in the bed.

"Well, I wasn't but I am now," he sighed in irritation. "What is it?"

"Where you surprised that Jonny came back? I mean, from the dead like?" she asked, before getting up and wandering over to him.

"Am I surprised that my old friend, who was meant to be dead has come back? No."

"Mean neither," Jester answered before sitting next to him.

Edward rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

"So… why do you think he came back?" Jester questioned.

Edward sighed and answered her, his eyes still closed. "I believe he told us that this morning. Would you not agree?"

"Well… yeah I guess, but still… why do you think he really came back?"

"Because he wants to kill Batman."

"Any other reason?"

"Must there be another reason?" Edward snapped at her.

"I guess not."

Silence blissful silence. Edward sighed and settled down again, his covers were pulled up to his chest with his back to Jester; who was still sitting on his bed, with her legs folded up to her chest, head resting on her knees and arms wrapped around them.

In the pale light from the city her pale, chalk, white skin began to glow, making her look almost angelic, if not for the short black and white hair or the murderous shine to her jade green eyes.

"So… what do you think we'll be doing tomorrow?" she asked.

Edward scowled and sat up to face her. "Why are you in my bed?"

"Well, technically I'm on top of it I'm not in it, but in answer to your question, I'm trying to talk to you," Jester answered.

Edward sighed. "Jester. I'm tired and I really want some sleep. Please leave."

"But, I'm bored. There's nothing to do!"

"There is. It's called sleeping," Edward growled.

"But that's so boring! Besides, you suffer from insomnia how the hell are you tired?" shouted Jester.

Suddenly the door burst open and Scarecrow stood there, in his costume, mask resting on his arm.

"What is it Jonny?" asked Jester.

"It's time to see the others. Edward I trust you did what I asked and got all of our fellow Arkhamites to come to the Iceberg Lounge?" asked Jonathan as he pulled his mask over his face.

Edward paled a little, with Jester glancing up at him with slight concern. "Um… yes, naturally."

Scarecrow narrowed his eyes, even with them concealed behind a mask you could tell, the breathing mask moved a little. "You didn't did you? I knew you wouldn't."

"Then why ask me, you insufferable straw man?!" Edward yelled.

Jester glanced at them before shaking her head. "Look, I'll call them."

"No, no, no! Let me, since I was meant to do it, yet someone forgot to tell me," Edward growled before grabbing his phone and starting to call them all.

"Well, get dressed too. We need to be ready, more importantly, you need to be ready," Crane growled out, before leaving the room.

Jester sighed and quickly got to her feet. "He's right Ya' know."

"About what?" huffed Edward as he got out of bed and walked towards his dresser, that Crane had brought for him.

"We need to be ready."

"I am ready. I don't know about you, but I most certainly-"

"Eddie, the others will think we knew all along and that's not the case, they'll think we've been keeping secrets from them and you know how they get with stuff like that," jester reasons.

Edward sighs and turns to the young girl. He knew one thing that so many others didn't. He knew Jester was smart. That was how she could put things together so quickly, how she could figure a way out of the trickiest of places, because Jester; despite how she would act and make you believe, was smart.

She'd hide it away and act stupid and dumb to give her and edge, simply because in Gotham, you needed one.

"Look. Just go and get ready, please," Edward sighed.

Jester nodded and left the room.

Edward was always nervous around Jester. Of course he hid it because in the rogue's world, you never showed weakness, it was stupid thing to do and would get you killed. But Edward, despite all his intelligence and reasoning, was frightened of Jester… no frightened wasn't the right word. He got nervous whenever she was around, partly because he didn't know how she was going to react, but another part was, she was quite smart. Not a genius like him, no Jester was no where near that sort of intellect, but she was smart.

As he straightened his tie and his collar, he couldn't help but laugh a little at how stupid it sounded. Edward Nigma, criminal master mind, nervous because of a little girl with an all in one bleach job and insane personality. It was laughable.

"Eddie, they're ready," Jester cried through the door.

Edward sighed and walked over before leaving the room and following Jester. "You've changed your costume," he remarks as he studies Jester's new choice in clothing.

Jester sighed "Yeah and you're a freakin' genius. Eddie, I have to."

"No you don't. You choose to, there's a very big difference, if only you would look at it," Edward mused as they walked down the stairs of the hideout they were staying in.

Jester glanced down at her outfit, the black and white, no sleeve hoodie open, showing her purple vest that came just above her belly button, her one long black glove and one long white one, the purple belt around the shorts with the clubs sign on the buckle, one long, over the knee black sound and one white one, with black and white trainers worn loose around her ankles, she still wore her chocker with the 'J' on it and she wore goggles, given to her by Eddie.

Her last outfit had been a little smarter with a little 'jester flare' in with it. But it just wasn't her, but this outfit fit her right down to the bone and she knew it.

As they reached outside, they saw Scarecrow waiting for them, arms firmly crossed and glaring at them like they were a hour late.

"Come on," he seethed at them as he opened the door.

They got on and the long ride to the Lounge was silent, no one spoke because no one knew what to say, but truly what could they say? Joker's death was all the rage at the moment, but rogues were never about fitting in. If you were a rogue, it meant you had to stand out.

When they arrived many of the other rogues were already there, Harley, Two Face, Penguin himself, Deadshot was there too, even Croc was there.

A wall gasp was heard as Jonathan walked into the room, a few whispers around the normal thugs 'I thought he was dead,' or 'Oh god, he ain't dead after all,' were just about heard over the deafening silence.

Jester and Edward followed Jonathan up to the stage, where the master of fear gleefully announced his return and told them of his plan, of the Arkham Knight and how they were going to crush the bat, once and for all.

"Do you not realise my friends? This is our time, our chance to win and achieve the one goal in our lives. Why should we sit around here hating each other, when we all want the same thing? It does not make any sense. So. You have heard my proposal, I wish to know your response," Crane chuckled.

Penguin nodded his head. "I'll help. It's about time we got rid of that rodent once and for all."

Harley nodded her head in agreement. "He killed my puddin' he deserves to be killed! I'm with Ya' professa' Crane!"

Two Face flipped his coin and caught it, before observing it's side. "We'll help you."

"You can count me in! Any time I get a shot at the bat, I'll take it!" cried Floyd.

Jonathan smirked and nodded his head. "I'm so very glad to hear that. So my dear fiends, it is time for us to step up and claim what is rightfully ours!" Scarecrow cried. "This is city has given us so much in our lives it's time to do something back, to show we earned it! So my dear friends, enough of the talk let's do some harm and what better way to do it, then with the Bat's demise?!"

"What about this.. Arkham Knight guy?" asked Floyd.

"You leave him to me," Scarecrow hissed. "He is non of your concern, now it's time, now it's our time!"

He smirked as the rogues stood up, with grins on their faces.

With a shriek and a cackle Scarecrow cried out. "Let's start a war!"

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