I have been pretty busy but here is another chapter!

"A little birdie told me you have a new little friend," a smirking Riddler said as he sat down next to Scarecrow in the rec room. 'She's a pretty thing, why on earth is she coming to see you?"

Jonathan scoffed at him, "Jealousy is a tad bit unbecoming of you Edward. If you wish to make new friends, then perhaps you should work on several of your glaring personality flaws."

Riddler glared at him. Jonathan didn't flinch. They weren't really friends and Jonathan had never forgiven him for the relentless teasing he had given him about that…other girl…. Jonathan couldn't even say her name. He felt so foolish for even considering her now. She was obviously unworthy of his attention. She had so casually betrayed him. She rejected him unflinchingly even after all he had done to help her. No, she wasn't worthy of him at all.

He made small talk with Tech until they were all led back to their cells. There were rumors of a mass breakout soon. Harley Quinn was rumored to be trying to break out Joker. Jonathan always managed to slip out unnoticed when these things happened, taking advantage of the chaos to slip away unnoticed.

One week later….

Myranda Had been working tirelessly for a few hours before her boss called her into his office. She wondered what had happened. She was a model employee, and unlike most of her coworkers she wasn't on the payroll of any criminal.

"Well, Myranda," Mr. James began, "I suppose you want to know why I brought you here."

"Yes, Mr. James," she replied, "I have never been late and I try to stay out of everyone's way. I really can't begin to guess why I am here."

"More like who you're doing," he said with a smirk.

She was flabbergasted. "Excuse me? I have no idea what you are talking about!"

"Oh, come on, we all work for someone around here. Henchmen talk. Word has it that you have been visiting Arkham quite a bit here lately."

Her face reddened, "That is NONE of your business."

"That's technically true," he replied, "I am just giving you the spiel I give to all my workers. I don't care what you do or who you do it to, or how much they pay you. But keep it confidential. The last thing we need is the GCPD or the damn Batman nosing around here. Understood?"

"Perfectly."

"Good, now get back to work."

Myranda closed the door and stalked back the operating room. She knew some of her coworkers had "side interests" but all of them? And who could possibly know she was seeing Jon at the asylum as much as she could? That level of gossip was beyond her, especially in a town like this. So much for disappearing, she thought to herself.

The day ended without another incident, but it was too late to go visit Jon. She hopped on the train and made her way home. Her apartment was big for the neighborhood she was in, more like a house in many ways. She made enough money to live somewhere a little nicer but she chose to stay in the Narrows out of necessity. It was the one place her father would never think to look for her. She didn't want to think about what would happen if the Reverend Thomas ever came knocking on her door. Her mother and grandparents were long dead, and her brother was on a long military deployment that she figured would end as soon as their father died.

She showered and headed to bed after eating. She always slept like the dead, so it surprised her when she woke up around 3 a.m. She couldn't see anyone in the shadows of her room. She grabbed the knife from her nightstand and made her way down the hall to her kitchen and living area. She still couldn't see anyone.

It all happened so fast. Someone grabbed her from behind, knocking the knife out of her hand before she could even scream. She tried to fight but whoever it was had a heck of a grip on her. She felt herself start to panic and the room started to spin as she began to faint…