Fabric wings catch fire easily.

It had been a week since the incident, when Kirk became the Man-Bat once more, but now he was human again and well… everyone was avoiding him. The Guards, the Doctors, the inmates.

He had a reputation and he hadn't even hurt anyone.

Now Kirk was sitting in the rec-room alone, arms wrapped around himself and his head buried between them.

That's when Garfield and Drury came in, the kid instantly running over to Kirk and sitting with him, much to Garfield's protests.

"Hey Kirk," he greeted as he sat with him, poking his shoulder. "What's up?"

"I… Drury… why are you talking to me?"

"Because you're my friend," Drury shrugged slightly as if it was obvious.

Garfield was still looking a little nervous before he sighed and walked over sitting next to Drury but keeping a good distance away from Kirk.

"I… am?"

"Sure," he grinned. "You're a really nice person."

Kirk was silent before he glanced over at Garfield and studied him for a moment. Noticing how Gar wasn't even looking at him.

"He doesn't think so."

Garfield glanced over at him and sighed before he looked at the floor, waving his hand around slightly. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole fact you can turn into a giant flying rodent."

"Bats aren't rodents."

"They're still pests."

"Gar!" Drury snarled as he glared at the fire bug.

Garfield shrugged slightly before he looked up at the guard who had come over to them.

"Alright, Drury, time for your session."

Drury sighed and quickly jumped to his feet before he turned to Garfield. "You better be nice to Kirk."

"Quite strong, considering it's you," Garfield didn't seem impressed at all.

"I mean it, Gar! Kirk needs friends now more then ever."

"Yes sir," Gar false saluted before Drury wondered off with the guard and then it was just Garfield and Kirk left in the very quiet rec-room.

Finally Kirk broke the silence. "Why are you friends with Drury?" he questioned looking at Gar who raised an eyebrow at him. "You two hardly the same and I don't see you socialising in the same… social groups as it where."

"We didn't," Gar mumbled before he sighed and leaned his head back. "I met Drury on my way to Arkham, god that was one of the weirdest moments of my life."

"Even weirder then me turning into a giant bat?" Kirk hissed slightly and Gar winced.

"Yeah… sorry about that…. I didn't mean no offence it's just…" he waved his hand around before letting it drop. "I seen some real strange stuff in Gotham but… people turning into giant bats… that's a new one on me."

"How did you and Drury meet?"

Garfield glanced at him for a moment before he sighed and turned, crossing his legs and resting on the sofa. "Ya wanna know how I met mister flying colour pants?" Kirk raised an eyebrow at the name but Gar continued non the less. "Then fine, I'll tell ya."

Being caught was never part of the deal, being sent to Arkham Asylum was definitely never part of the deal either but one thing that most certainly was not part of the deal was the sharing the ride with a guy who basically looked like a child's entertainer gone obviously wappy.

Garfield Lynns looked the man across from him up and down, the bright clashing of colours was really an eyesore and quite frankly as was the supposed wings.

Gar smirked slightly at the wings. "Nice wings," the other guy looked up at him with surprise, but that quickly fell into a scowl when Gar finished his sentence. "Did mummy make them for you?"

"No!" the other… well kid actually shouted back at him. "I made them, myself! All by myself!"

"Really? So no help from the family at all, that is surprising," Gar grinned at him. "What ya supposed to be anyway? Butterfly man or something?"

"No!" the kid flustered. "The name… is Killer Moth!" he said with some pride before Gar frowned and smirked once more.

"You come up with that name all by yourself… that's embarrassing."

"Oh what were you trying to be? A Freddy Kruger impersonator!?"

"You dare?!"

"At least my skin ain't melted, what happen? Did Dorothy chuck the water over you?"

Gar growled at the back of his throat and tried to launch himself at the kid only to be held back by his cuffs.

With a huff he sat back and glared at the kid in front of him. "You're lucky I can't get my hands on you, ya little worm! I'd of burned your sorry hide to kingdom come before any of those knuckle heads could move."

"No one messes with Killer Moth!" the kid proclaimed proudly.

"Yeah probably because they like they eyesight intact, have ya seen your costume!?" Gar growled before he slammed himself against the cuffs that were holding him back. "Ya have no idea of the word discreet do ya? Mister Captain of Colour!"

"How dare you!" the kid hissed back. "What're you supposed to be anyway?"

"Names Firefly," Garfield grinned. "Serial arsonist, pyromaniac… the works. I'm one of the best."

"And you still got caught."

"That ain't my fault!"

"Well, you got caught at the same time as me… even with all your fancy gadgets. I don't know what that says more about you or me?"

"It says your an idiot and I was unlucky."

The kid was silent for a moment. "Maybe we should team up? We're both bugs."

"If we ever teamed up and that's a big if," Gar narrowed his eyes. "It would only be so I have something to use as fire wood."

The van came to a halt and the two bugs were brought out and separated once they got inside Arkham. Something Garfield was grateful for as he was handed his jump suit and forced out of his costume.

Decontamination was the next step and quite frankly he hated that more then anything. The water was so frigging cold it was unbelievable and then he was shoved into a room where another guard gave him a towel and he was holding his jump suit.

Gar sighed and slipped it on before he was brought out and walked to his cell in cuffs, the other inmates of Arkham looking at him as he passed, some even whispered between themselves and they weren't very good at it.

He recognised a few of them, Two Face, Riddler, Ivy who was pretty hot, Mister Freeze and even the Joker but he was quickly taken out of his sight, followed by a young blond haired Doctor who was kinda cute.

"Hey Doc, this one's yours!" the guard who was bringing him huffed as he nudged Gar with his gun.

Garfield glared slightly at the guard before his glare landed on the man in front of him, dark brown hair, his eyes… well they were a mixture of amber and icy blue, a stern look on his face.

"Hello Garfield Lynns," the Doctor talked in a bored tone and put no feeling into what he was saying at all, like it was all a script he'd memorised, which it probably was. "My name is Doctor Jonathan Crane. I shall be your psychiatrist."

"Oh yay," Gar mumbled before he was shoved into his cell and the Doctor stood on the outside staring at him.

"Your first session will begin in two weeks. I look forward to it," with that he left and walked back down the halls and Gar sighed and walked to his bunk… wait what?! Bunk beds?

Oh no, he was not sharing a cell with one of these psychos, not way in hell was that happening!

The cell door opened and he span around to see the one person he was really not expecting to see and by the looks on his face the other was thinking the same.

"Well, if it ain't Captain of Colour."

The kid glared at him. "Shut it, Freddy, I don't like this anymore then you do."

"You better watch your mouth or else you'll be whipping it off the floor."

"All right you two settle down, it's lights out time," the guard hissed before he went wondering off down the hall.

Gar quickly claimed the top bunk as his making Moth frown.

"Why you get the top bunk?"

"Because out of the two of us, I'm the top villain, I get top bunk," Gar rolled over and sighed. "Can't believe I have to share a cell with you, you of all people!"

"The guards probably thought it was funny putting the two bugs into a cell together," the kid mumbled as he got in the bottom bunk.

"Oh yeah sure thing," Gar rolled his eyes. "Wonder what they're call this cell now, the bug house or something?"

There was a very small chuckle from the bed below him before all was silent and then the lights went out.

The night was actually peaceful, but the morning was a completely different matter.

When Gar woke up he was greeted by the sight of moths covering the walls.

"Ah!" he yelped before he fell to the floor and landed in a heap as the kid sat staring at him in confusion.

"Umm… good morning to you too," the Moth mumbled as Gar glared at him and looked around the room.

"Okay… what's with the night butterflies?!"

"You mean moths?"

"Yeah, what the hell's with them!?"

"I don't know," Moth shrugged.

"You don't know," Gar deadpanned. "The guy who calls himself Killer Moth don't know why there are loads of moths in my cell!"

"It's actually our cell, we are sharing it."

"Why are there moths in here at all?!"

"I don't know," Moth said again. "They just… seem to follow me around. I dunno why."

"Ah…." Gar held his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Forget I even asked."

The guard came and took them out of their cell, leading the two bug based criminals into the food hall to have their breakfast and all seemed to be well. Other then the fact Waylon Jones was brought into the hall that was it.

He glared over at Garfield who was staring ever so slightly at him.

"What ya looking at cheese grater?" Croc growled as he glared down at Lynns, who was never one to back out of a fight, even if it was a good idea.

"I'm looking at you, ya walking purse!"

Croc went wide eyed and Joker chuckled at the back of the room.

"Oh I have got to use that one!" Joker cackled. "Hey Croc old boy, I think that newbie needs to be taught some manners, what do you think?"

Croc grinned and stood to his full hight, practically towering over Garfield and it didn't take much until Gar was knocked over and landed heavily on the floor.

He stared wide eyed as Croc raised his fists, this was it, this was how it all ended. No bomb, no firey explosion, just crushed to death by a pair of huge fists.

Not how Firefly wanted to go out.

Then the oddest thing happened. Little Moth quickly jumped in front of him and stood his ground in front of Croc.

"Move it small fry!"

"Excuse me, Mister Jones," the kid spoke up in a timid whisper. "But if you hurt him or kill him, you'll be put back down stairs…" Moth gulped slightly before he raised a finger to make a point. "And I… I don't think you'd like that so please.. leave my cell mate alone. He can be rather stupid but I'd prefer him alive."

Croc was silent for a moment. "Fine," he growled. "But only this one time, small fry, the next time he gets in my way, that's it."

Moth nodded as the huge reptile lumbered off and then he turned to look at Gar who was lying spread eagle on the floor staring up at the ceiling with a wide eyed look to his face.

"Are you okay?" Moth asked.

"My whole life flashed before my eyes," Gar spoke as he still lay there staring at the ceiling. "And the one thing I didn't expect in it, was you," he pointed at him and sat up. "Why'd ya do it?"

Moth knelt down and smiled. "Us bugs have got to stick together."

"Maybe you're right kid," Gar nodded and quickly got to his feet, walking back to his table before he took a quick sip of his juice and spat it back out again. "Ah, that's awful."

"I like it," Moth said as he gulped his down. "It's so sweet, I love sugar."

Garfield raised an eyebrow before he shook his head and smirked. "Maybe you're really are a moth. Here ya can have mine," he gave it to him and Moth drank it up before grinning.

"Thank you."

"Naw, thank you kid. Ya saved my life," Garfield tapped his chin. "Ya got a name kid?"

"Drury, Drury Walker," the kid held his hand out to him and Gar took it smirking.

"Name's Garfield Lynns."

"Can I call you Gar?"

"Yeah sure, whatever Drury."

Drury beamed at him before laughing. "Thanks… Gar."

This was either going to be the start of a beautiful friendship or an annoying companionship.

In the end it turned out to be both.

Gar ended his tale and turned to Kirk who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Drury saved your life, against Croc?"

"Yeah," Gar shrugged. "He's sometimes really brave or really stupid and I haven't made up my mind which one he was that day. Either way it got me an annoyance that's never going away."

"Or friend that'll never abandon you," Kirk smiled and Gar raised an eyebrow before he snorted.

"Yeah, Kirk, sure, whatever ya say," he shook his head. "I think my description is more accurate don't you?"

Kirk smiled slightly before he looked at the scratches that littered his body and sighed. Gar noticed this and nudged his shoulder.

"Don't worry," he grinned. "People just gotta get used to it and you'll be fine."

"No one's speaking to me."

"I'm speaking to you, Drury is and Croc is," Gar grinned. "The others are just scared is all, they'll come around. But if it makes you feel better, you already got more friends then me."

"I think you'd be surprised."

"No… I think you would be actually."

Kirk smiled at that before Gar spoke up again, a frown was on his face.

"I still don't get why Drury saved me that day."

"Drury's like a moth."

"Yeah, believe me, I know."

"No, he's like a moth," Kirk stood up to leave and smiled. "And moths are always drawn to a flame."

"Yeah… well.." Gar folded his arms and glared at the floor. "Fabric wings catch fire easily if they get too close."

"Then make him metal ones."

Gar looked up at Kirk who smiled and shrugged before he left the rec-room accompanied by a guard, but even though he had left his words still echoed around Gar's head.

Gar pondered this for a while before he smiled slightly. "Make him metal ones. Heh, good one Man-Bat," he picked up a newspaper and a crayon and began to sketch out some blue prints. "And not a bad idea either."

THE END.

Note: Yeah so special! :D Because we love Specials! :) So yeah this is my own take on how Drury and Gar met and why the two are friends so stay tuned for the next one, which, I am afraid is a short on since it's a conversation about one thing and one thing only and I actually struggled with it, but hey we all know about that one little comment Eddie made in Arkham Knight don't we children? :P

Oh bats, I bet you weren't expecting that were you, 'I meant chess! Chess you base gutter minded savage!' :P