Tick, Tock….

It was a very well known fact that the inhabitants at Arkham were whispering about Scarecrow's face. Of course, they never dared whisper while he was there, that was just asking for trouble.

But it was hard to ignore the way his face looked now days. Rumour had it that he had done the rest of it.

But everyone knew who had caused it first. They all knew exactly who that was.

Waylon Jones, aka Killer Croc.

No one knew why he had done it and quite frankly no one was going to ask him either.

Jonathan Crane was no currently sitting in the rec-room, with no one else. It seemed on a beautiful winter morning most actually wanted to stay outside and walk the snowy grounds.

Jonathan had no intention of doing that.

Growing up in Georgia, he did not like the cold one bit.

It was around this time he heard the doors open, but took no notice to it, why should he?

But he did hear the guards.

"Are you sure we should be doing this man?"

"No, but the Doctors said he's been on good behaviour, he needs to be let out."

"Yeah but… oh look who's in the rec-room!"

There was a pause in talking before the other guard began to laugh.

"Oh this is going to be funny. I am looking forward to watching this," the guard laughed before un shackled their prisoner. "Alright then, Croc," Crane's head snapped up. "In ya go."

He heard the stomping of Croc's feet as he came into the room, his steps dragging slightly.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, I mean after what he did to his face, man!"

"Shut up, he'll be fine," the older guard shrugged slightly. "And even if he wasn't who'd care?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes slightly. Arkham guards at their finest.

As the ground shook with each step, the book in Crane's hand shook, as well as his own hands.

What was this…? he frowned as he shut his book and held his hand up to his face and saw it was shaking.

No it couldn't be… how could… how could he be scared?!

Impossible!

He felt a shadow fall over him and he could smell the stench of rotting flesh from above him.

Slowly, Crane looked up at him and stared back at Waylon as the crocodile man stared back at him.

"Well, well, would you look at who it is," Croc chuckled as he glared down at them. "How's the face Crane?"

Jonathan swallowed down his fear glaring at him. "Better. No thanks to you."

"Hey, I just drew the dots, Crane, you drew the lines," Croc grinned at him. "Do you know what ugly looks like?"

Jonathan gave him a pointed look. "Yes."

The lips on Croc's face pulled back and he glared at the scrawny man in front of him. "You're one to talk, Crane!"

"I was perfectly fine, until you carved up my face!" Jonathan growled at him.

There was silence in the room as both men glared at each other, no words spoken only an intense glare shared between the two of them.

It was at this time, Edward Nigma was brought into the room as soon as he saw who else was in the room though, he backed up.

"Umm," he turned to the guard that had brought him in. "I honestly don't need rec-time…. I mean my cell is actually very comfortable!"

"Sorry Nigma," the guard said and he truly did look sorry. "But you know the rules, equal rec-time for all patients and inmates," he then shoved Edward into the room before he closed the door.

Edward looked up at the two people and swallowed hard before he awkwardly walked towards them.

"Hi Jon… and Waylon…."

"Goodafrernoon Edward."

"Hey Eddie."

Neither moved from glaring at each other as they greeted him.

Edward nodded and slowly walked around them and sat down near the small library they had and sat on the floor.

"You deserved it," Croc growled as he glared at Crane. "You deserved everything I did to your sorry excuse of a face!"

"I deserved it?!" Crane snarled as he glared back at him. "This coming from the man who eats people!"

"I don't eat people, Crane."

"News to me," Jonathan hissed back at him.

"You tried to destroy the whole city!" Croc growled at him. "You tried to destroy the entire East Coast!"

"No," Jonathan slammed his book shut and looked up at him. "In the end, the people themselves would of killed themselves."

"Because that makes it better?!"

"I wouldn't of killed them."

"Death by proxy, Crane!" Croc snarled. "Doesn't make it better."

Jonathan tilted his head to the side. "Why are you so bothered by what I have done. You obviously were not effected," he paused before smiling. "Or where you?"

"Knew some people in the homeless community who couldn't get out of the city, due to the fact some weren't even meant to be there in the first place," Croc glared at him. "Most of them are dead, Crane! Because of you and your toxin! One of them killed their own children!"

"Oh I'm sorry uncle Croc," Jonathan chuckled before he glared at him and stood up, not that it did much. "But you of all people should know, I don't openly try to hurt children. Besides, my men checked the city, I told them to sweep it, make sure everyone was out for the main attraction. Children and such would just get in the way."

"Did they sweep the tunnels?!"

"The tunnels?" Jonathan frowned. "If they were underground they would of been safe."

Edward had been watching this whole exchange, book in hand to hide behind.

Suddenly Langstrom was let into the rec-room and Edward waved to him. "Hey Kirk, Kirk! Over here, come on!"

Kirk frowned at the sight before he walked over to Edward. "Yes?"

"Just come and sit down here," Edward whispered and patted the space next to him.

Kirk obliged before he looked at Edward and the book in his hand. "You're holding that book upside down."

Edward glared up at him before he hissed at him. "Shut up," before quickly turning the book the other way around.

"What's wrong?"

"You've seen Jon's face, right?"

"Yes."

Edward nodded to Croc. "That's the man who did it."

Kirk replied with a quiet 'Oh' before he turned to look back at the other two like Edward was doing.

"Besides, Jon had better be careful what he says to Waylon. I know Croc and… he will not take things lightly."

Kirk frowned slightly. "Croc would Waylon would attack, Jonathan?"

"You're kidding right?" Edward asked with a slight laugh before he shook his head and then he frowned. "How do you know him by first name basis?"

Kirk shuffled slightly. "No reason."

"Kirk?"

"I met him."

"You met him?" Edward frowned and gave him a look. "And he didn't eat you?"

"He hasn't eaten you either," Kirk pointed out.

Edward bit his lip before he grinned. "I helped Waylon out. Since then he's been a very good friend to me. It's a strange sort of honour he holds to me."

"I see."

"Either way though, Jonathan would not stand up to him. Besides… he couldn't get his needles through Waylon's skin."

Kirk tilted his head to the side. "Well… you could fit it through his eye."

Edward's head snapped around to him and he stared in shock.

"What?" Kirk questioned before he thought about what he said. "Scientifically speaking of course."

"That doesn't make it any better," Edward hissed before he shook his head. "You've been speaking with Jon too much. I would stop that if I were you, you're starting to sound like him."

They fell silent before turning and watching the two once more.

"So what?!" Croc snarled. "If you hadn't of taken over the city then this wouldn't of happened."

Jonathan glared before he smirked slightly. "Well then… consider us 'even' then."

"Even!?" Croc lifted his fist up and Jonathan held up a finger.

"I'd be careful if I were you Waylon," Jonathan scolded. "You've already broken my face once and by the looks of things got the equivalent of seven years bad luck, are you going to try for fourteen?"

Croc slowly lowered his fist and growled before he leaned into his face and Jonathan was hit with a wave of rotting flesh smell as he glared at them. "You should watch yourself too, Crane!"

"Oh?" Jonathan questioned as he rose an eyebrow in slight confusion. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Your chaos killed a lot of people and most of the guards lost their friends or families as well as some of the inmates here."

"Your point?" Jonathan questioned with a very dull look.

"You're a wanted man in here Crane," Croc growled as he leaned down closer to him. "I'd watch you're back if I were you or else…" the huge crocodile man stood up and turned, before he began to lumber off, calling behind him in a pound whisper. "Tick, tock, tick, tock…" he taunted as he left the room to go outside, leaving a very scared Scarecrow in his wake.

THE END.

Note: Okay so here we go, the first meeting between Croc and Crane after Asylum. Gotta say, I really didn't know how to go about this one, like what they would say to each other or anything like that. So I sorta made this up as I went alone, so I hope it's what you guys wanted or at least expected! :)

Anyway, I realise there was a request I missed and I am incredibly sorry for that. For some reason your request didn't pop up on my emails and it was only when I actually checked on the website itself. So up next we have an Edward and Jonathan story, since it was requested to see more of those two characters, so yep they are next! :D