I worked pretty hard on trying to find a way to incorporated everybody in this chapter. IT was originally supposed to be Harvey centric... but then i had a good idea.

Chapter 10

Harvey sighed, head leaning back on the back of the couch in their new home. It was on the outskirts of the city in an old abandon building. It had a basement, which made Crane overly happy, they each had their own bed and a place to work, and it was nice. It gave them more space so they could walk away from each other and after three days being cooped up in that apartment it was a nice change.

For a quick recap, Harvey almost shot Jonathan, Joker threatened to carve Harvey's good side, Harvey was tempted to shoot himself, Scarecrow almost gassed everybody (including himself), and both Joker and Harvey threatened to tie Jonathan up and throw him off of a cliff. It would have made an amusing reality TV show, or maybe a story.

Harvey sighed; he could hear the Joker having a loud conversation with somebody on the phone in the other room. The crazy clown had been trying to get info on the detective ever since they escaped. In fact, there was a corkboard in one of the rooms with everything on Mr. Nigma that we could find from news articles to cases he's been on.

Joker walked back in the room and closed his phone. He took a seat next to Harvey and ran a hand though his greasy, semi-green hair. It was weird for them to see him being serious, but apparently there was a real, deadly serious man behind the Glasgow grin and clown makeup. They also had to get used to seeing his makeup. While in Arkham, he wasn't allowed to wear the greasepaint but now he seemed to have a never ending supply.

"Is Johnny still playing chemistry set?" Joker asked him.

Harvey nodded and smirked, thinking of how aggravated the proud doctor would be if he heard Joker say that.

"Good, because I have a surprise for you~" Joker sung.

That caught Harvey's interest. Not in the oh-goodie-a-surprise way, but in a oh-shit-what-now way. "What?" He was almost afraid to ask.

"We need to go get you a costume!" Joker exclaimed, quickly losing his serious demeanor.

"A costume?" Harvey asked. Was he serious?

"I've made a new rule! Every Gotham Rogue has to have his own costume. You wouldn't want to be kicked out of the club, would you?"

"Of course not." Harvey said sarcastically, which either the Joker didn't catch, or chose to ignore. He didn't like the clown that much. No matter which way he put it, the corrupt cops from the MCU were working for him when they kidnapped him and Rachel. But, at least he was honest about it.

"Good." He said almost sinisterly. "Then we should go out and get you one."

"You know, Crane just wears a mask. My face can be my costume." Harvey pointed out, not really wanting to go 'costume hunting' with Joker.

"Nonsense! And don't tell me you want to be like stick-in-the-mud Johnny when you can be like me!"

"Point taken." He sighed.

"Great! I know just the guy for the job, two. He makes me suits for me." He stood up quickly and Harvey follow, but lacking the enthusiasm. "Here, put this on." He tossed Harvey a scarf and a hat. A little much for the early November weather, but it had to cover his easily recognizable face. It was a complete myth that the Joker always wanted to draw attention to himself. He knew when to be inconspicuous.

Joker walked over to the basement door and pulled it open. "Johnny! Harvey and I are going out on the town! Don't wait up and don't blow the place up!"

"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" Scarecrow cackled up the stairs.

Joker shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Why do I even bother dealing with these crazies…" Then he turned to Harvey. "And off we go!"

It had been about a week since the three most dangerous men in Gotham escaped Arkham Asylum and there had been no sign of them yet. Edward assumed that they were in hiding and that they had split up by now, going in their separate directions all over Gotham. Joker was probably planning something big, so they had to be on the lookout for signs of him, Crane was most likely continuing his 'research' so a spike in missing people would lead to him, and no one knew what to expect from Dent. When he fell into the deeps of inanity he fell hard and completely changed his personality. All they knew was that he would flip a coin to debate on what he should do, which could make him almost as dangerous as the Joker or just as dangerous as the man he used to be.

But, Edward felt that something else was going on as well. He had the sneaking suspicion that he was being followed. His file at the police station had gone missing and he was almost positive that he had seen a flash of a camera the other day while he was in his apartment. That's where he was now, thinking things out.

Edward had a nice apartment flat. Because of the nice stash of cash that he had 'accumulated' he could afford nice things. He was in one of the better parts of town with a clear view of Wayne Enterprises and easy access to the newly rebuilt trains that had just been fixed from Fear Night. Life was good for him…

Except for the fact that he was sure somebody was stalking him. Edward was a genius and he recognized the signs. His file being stolen, being followed, and it wasn't as if the person(s) had much trouble doing it because the news loved him. It annoyed him to no end that he knew somebody was following him but he had no proof. And even then, what would he do? Go to the police? He was the police.

"Looks like I'll just have to sit and wait." He sighed, running a hand though his dark auburn hair. Sit and wait.

"I don't know about this…" Harvey trailed off.

"Don't be re-dic-ulous!" Joker scoffed. "It will turn out fine. When can you have it done?" Joker turned to his personal tailor. He was a short, old man with a weird, young woman assistant. The woman had her eyes trained on the Joker in awe. When asked, the man answered that she was his granddaughter and was learning her place in the business.

"Give me two weeks." The man answered with a thick, un-placeable accent.

"Grandpa…" The young woman cut in. Russian. Her accent was Russian. "We can do this in a week."

The old man waved his granddaughter off. "Mr. Dent, if you would please step into the back room so I can take your measurements." He requested. Dent shrugged and followed him, figuring the sooner he could get this over with, the better.

Joker sat in the waiting room, humming a nameless tune as he sharpened one of his favorite knives. He would never dream of using it on his tailor for a couple of reasons. For one, he was probably the only person who would do the work without a hassle. The other reason was that when the Joker first showed up to get his stuff, the man didn't cower in fear, but simply asked how he could help. They had an understanding; Joker paid and the man kept quiet. Though, he never said anything about not hurting relatives, and if that girl kept staring at him like that he wasn't sure if he could contain himself.

Her eyes continued to burrow into him and he sighed, looking up. "Do you, uh, see this knife?" He asked.

The girl's eyes widened and she nodded. "Yes."

"I will not hesitate to give you scars just like mine if you do not stop looking at me like that! Now, uh, go away." He snapped. Sure, Joker loved attention, but he hated people who admired him. If he wanted to be admired, he would have chosen a different career path. He giggled manically when the now shaking girl got up and entered the back room where Harvey and the tailor were just coming out of.

"Mr. Joker, Mr. Dent, everything is all set. I will be seeing you soon. Come back in a week and a half." He said.

Joker simply nodded and left with Harvey in tale. "Well that went well." Harvey said, honestly surprised.

"Oh we're not done yet…" Joker laughed. He took a turn down another street and stopped in front of a grocery store. Harvey sighed. This should be interesting.

Jonathan sat with his head back on the couch, enjoying the (mostly) quiet environment. Sure the house was quiet, but his head wasn't.

I told you the clown would be fun. Scarecrow smirked

Oh, he's a riot alright. Jonathan said sarcastically.

I like him.

I know.

I don't like Harvey.

Jonathan sighed. I know. You think he's an annoying bastard who can't get over his girlfriend's death.

Speaking of which, where the hell are they. There is no food and I'm starving.

That's because he haven't eaten in over 24 hours.

And who's fault is that?

Another sigh, and then the front door flung open. In barreled a giggling Joker and an annoyed looking Harvey. Both of them were carrying brown paper bags. "What did you do, rob a grocery store?" He asked, not expecting the answer to be:

"Yes." Harvey rolled his eyes.

"Here, Crow, have some bread." He laughed at his own corny joke and threw a loaf of bread at the Master of Fear. Jonathan rolled his eyes and got up to help put the stuff away… and then maybe eat some of that bread.

So we have Harvey, Eddie, Joker, Johnny, and Scarecrow. And a random OC. Don't worry, she is not important. i just threw her in to give you an idea of the Joker's random character. I find that everything about him is bipolar. From his speech to his actions. I hope you like this.