Start of a beautiful partnership.


Arkham. He ended up in Arkham. He could hardly say he was surprised, this was Gotham after all and they placed everyone that was a little… eccentric in Arkham.

Though, Tommy Elliot never really mixed with the others. There was the odd occasion he would talk to Crane or even chat very briefly with Nigma, but that was rare.

He mostly kept to himself and stayed out of everyone's way.

He wasn't afraid of them, no of course he wasn't, he simply didn't want to be with them, they were crazy.

Thomas was many things… but he wasn't crazy.

Many would disagree with him though, but he supposed that cutting up other people's faces to make yours look like your childhood friend's was a little bit… crazy.

But it was not insane, not like the others here.

Heck, Thomas wouldn't even go near freaks like Croc, Hatter or even Shark. He knew crazy and he avoided it as best as he could like the plague.

A little difficult when you're situated in an insane asylum.

Maybe that's why he gave a look of disgust as one new inmate seemed to be heading directly towards him, one man he really didn't, no scratch that… this was not a man this… thing was a monster or worse. The things he did, hell if they made the mighty Scarecrow wince slightly out of disgust or slight fear at the mere mention of the crimes then… well you knew this was a bad man. No. Monster. That's what he was, a monster.

Thomas glared at the tall figure of Professor Pyg as he stood in front of him, snorting and huffing slightly as he examined him.

"What?" Thomas grunted as he glared up at him.

Pyg seemed confused that Thomas had spoken before he blinked and continued to look at him. "Bruce… Wayne?" he snorted briefly before continuing. "Pyg, thought you were dead, everyone thought you were dead…"

Ah. There it was.

"I'm not Bruce Wayne," Tommy spat the name out with venom as he continued to glare at Pyg. "I'm nothing like Bruce Wayne. He is dead."

"Not Bruce Wayne? (snort) But he looks just like him doesn't he mother?"

"Well, I'm not," Tommy pointed at his face. "I made my face to look like this."

Pyg got incredibly close to Tommy's face and the man glared at him harder, but Pyg seemed oblivious to it. "Such craftsmanship! Pyg is impressed… (snort) Pyg cannot see the lines that stitch together such a perfect… replica (snort)"

Thomas stared for a very long time. That was the first person to actually compliment him on his work. Maybe he underestimated Pyg. "Umm… thank you?"

Pyg tilted his head to the side and snorted slightly before squealing. "Pyg wants to know… (snort) what other creations have you made?"

"A few practice runs here and there."

"Practice, practice… oh yes… Pyg remembers practice…" a dark look came across his face, what ever Pyg had done to it. Obviously he had tried plastic surgery or a very crude version of it. "Practice makes perfect and ohhhh how Pyg longs to make everyone perfect!"

"I think yours and mines view on perfect is slightly different, Valentine."

"You know Pyg's name? Pyg is happy! (snort) where is my little pig?"

"Little pig?"

Valentine stared at him for a while. "I miss my dollotrons… where are they? Mother will not be pleased, but Mother is never pleased!"

"Dollotrons?" Thomas frowned slightly before thinking about this a second. "Are you talking about those people you… mutilated?"

"Perfected!" Pyg corrected. "Pyg has taken all the pain away, they feel no pain, no sadness…. Pyg is a healer!"

"Many would disagree."

"And many would disagree about your art work (snort) you… made yourself perfect… (squeal) made yourself better!"

Thomas frowned slightly and crossed his arms across his chest slightly. "That's one way in putting it."

Pyg moved next to him and sat down on the sofa, placing his hands on his knees as he examined Thomas more. "Mother would be pleased with you… (snort) you are perfect… but… Pyg has tried..(snort) tried so very hard to please mother that now he even thinks your face would not impress her, (snort, squeal) would not please her…" he paused before slamming his hands down on the sofa and shouting. "Because nothing pleases Mother goat! Nothing!" he paused slightly and smiled in a dreamlike way. "But now she is gone… now there is only mother left…. but mother still can not be pleased."

"Who on earth are you talking about?"

"Mother! Mother is the reason I do all of this (snort) Mother saved Pyg… saved him from that pit of dispair, (snort) saved him from that dreadful dark place… I remember not her name but she was a beauty! A masterpiece!" he paused slightly again before glaring. "But her loathsome clay would not stay perfect and Mother Goat…. ruined her!"

Thomas decided that trying to understand whatever Pyg was trying to tell him was a waste of time and he probably wouldn't get anywhere with it. "I see," was all he said before he turned away and folded his hands across his chest.

"Tell Pyg," Valentine piped up again. "Tell Pyg how to make such a perfect sculpture," he gestured to Thomas's face. "From clay, (snort) clay so loathsome."

This could be a moment of opportunity, if he played his cards right he could get some very good information. "Only if you tell me how you made your dollotrons."

Pyg looked offended a moment. "No… Pyg has to keep it hidden… secret recipe to making them perfect (snort, squeal) Pyg cannot tell such secrets…." he whispered before gripping his knees. "Mother might get angry."

A frown crossed the others face as he studied the highly deranged man. "I'm sure… 'mother' would not mind if you told me."

"Rag doll like you does not deserve to know the secret of Pyg's recipe for creating… (snort) perfection!" Pyg glared at him before he stood up to glare down at him. "And mother would be very displeased."

"Rag doll huh?" Thomas smirked slightly. "I suppose that makes you a butcher then."

"No! Pyg fixes… Pyg… heals…. Pyg is like clay, Pyg is like god, (snort, squeal) Pyg is here to fix us all…(snort) for mother," he smiled before suddenly got angry again. "Pyg is no butcher! Pyg is an artist! A creator…(snort)"

Tommy smirked once again. "I'm sure the rest of society doesn't agree with you."

"Like society doesn't agree with you… (snort) perfection?"

A pause.

Maybe he didn't give Valentine as much credit as he due. He was slightly smarter then what Thomas originally thought he was.

He held his hand out to Pyg who looked confused for a moment before he seemed to recognise what it meant and quickly took it in his own hand.

"Doctor Thomas Elliot, known around here as Hush," Thomas introduced himself shaking it slightly as Pyg nodded his head.

"Lazlo Valentine… Professor Pyg!"

"A pleasure, Valentine," Hush grinned at him before taking his hand away and gesturing to the seat next to him. "Lets talk more about making people perfect. I believe this could be the start of a beautiful partnership."

It was around this time, Edward Nigma and Jervis Tetch entered the rec-room and well, the sight of Thomas Elliot and Lazlo Valentine becoming… for lack of a better word friends, it was a sight that most people would not like to see at all. In fact it was a sight that no one would ever want to see, sane or insane.

"Wonderful," Edward grunted as he glared at the two conversing. "That's just what we need. Those two maniacs teaming up!"

"Dormouse?" Jervis looked up at him and raised a curious eyebrow. "You do not like the mock turtle or his new found friend?"

"Is the mock turtle Hush?" Edward quizzed with a raised eyebrow of his own.

Jervis grinned and nodded his head.

"Not to sound like an imbecile…. but how?"

"Because he mocks who he is," Jervis grinned at him before turning back to the other two rogues. "I do not like the other's work."

"No one does, other then Hush it seems."

"You do not like his work either?"

"I find it repulsive and him equally so," Edward looked down at Jervis who was still staring up at him with a curious look. "Please tell me you feel the same?"

Jervis stared before he looked back at the other two, Hush and Pyg, sitting on the sofa and then he turned back to Edward and gave him a stern and warning look. "I feel it would be unwise to critisize the Carpenter out in the open so easily Dormouse," with that said, Edward and Jervis left the room to leave the Doctor and Professor to their work.

THE END.


Note: Okay so... that was the first request from a reviewer! Anyone else you guys want to see? Also, I hope I got Hush and Pyg's personality right, I've never written either of them before, so... yeah slightly nervous about them. They're based around the game's and the comic's versions, since we didn't get to see much of Hush in Arkham Knight, I may have adapted his character a little bit by mistake. But oh well I did my best on this one.

Let me know in your guy's reviews who else you'd like to see. Anyone even if they weren't in Arkham Knight and have only appeared in the comics... you can have them and I shall write a story about them.