Blood and stitches.

It had started off as a simple argument, a few bad choice words between two inmates and gradually it had grown to including a few choice words between many inmates.

Of course though, like anyone would know if you had spent enough time with these inmates, that choice words only ever went so far before they turned to violence, because in a rogues head, violence was always the answer to solving a problem or in this case winning an argument.

Most inmates got out of the way, not wanting to be part of the craziness that had started up in an instant. Others, the ones that enjoyed a good fight or brawl, gladly joined in, even if they hadn't even been part of it in the first place.

For most of them, they took this opportunity to take their anger out on each other, many of them had been cooped up in Arkham for months, some even a year now, so it was good to stretch their muscles and finally hit something that yelped in response. There was only so many times you could punch a wall before you lost all satisfaction.

Of course though, the guards broke it up but one inmate had to be hidden from them, simply because of the injury he'd got and then at night, in the old pump house, the one part of the asylum that had been abandoned after the Joker's riot on the island rogues stood in a circle trying to figure out how to solve the problem of this one inmate having the worse injury out of all of them and he wasn't being quiet about it.

"My face!" Drury wailed. "My beautiful face!"

"Oh pull yourself together!" Garfield snapped. "It's only a little scratch… it's just a bit deep that's all."

"Little scratch? Little scratch?!" Drury yelled as he pointed to the huge gash in the side of his face. "That is not little or a scratch!"

"Well, maybe that will teach you," Edward hissed as he glared at the wimpy moth with not very much warmth at all. "Not to run into Waylon's teeth again."

"I didn't run into them!"

"You went straight into my mouth, Drury," Croc growled as he held a tissue to his mouth. "My gum is still bleeding from where you took he tooth out."

"Yeah," Drury nodded in agreement before he pointed at his face. "The tooth that is now embedded in my face!"

"You ran into my mouth!" Croc hissed. "How'd you think I feel?"

"I didn't run, I got pushed!"

"You think someone was secretly hoping for a miracle?" Garfield muttered to Edward who raised an eyebrow.

"A miracle of what?"

"A miracle of Croc actually snapping Drury up."

The man of riddles blinked at him. "I thought you were Drury's friend."

"Oh no I am…" Gar nodded his head before he frowned. "Most of the time."

"What am I gonna do?!" Drury wailed as he continued to stare into the mirror. "My face is ruined!"

"It wasn't exactly a master piece to begin with Drury, so I honestly don't see what you're complaining about," Gar snapped at Drury who frowned before he wailed and put his head in his hands and began to cry.

"Oh good god man, get over yourself!" Edward snapped.

"Okay!" Harley yelled as she came running back into the room, shortly followed by Crane and Hush of all people. The two of them had been sent out to find a Doctor… or at least someone who could substitute as a Doctor.

"We checked on everyone and I thought we could bring Pyg into it, but Jonny said that probably wouldn't of been a very good idea."

"It would of been an awful idea, child," Jonathan butted in.

"Yeah, well… I'm sure we could of stopped him before he did anything to serious," Harley waved Crane off before she smiled at Drury. "So we got Elliot instead," she explained giving a flourish as she moved out of the way so Hush could step forward, snapping a pair of surgical gloves on while he was at it.

"Oh hell no!" Drury yelled as he backed away. "I've seen what he's done to his own face, they're is no way in hell he is coming near mine!"

Edward frowned at Hush and slowly moved away from the man. For some reason, Edward just had a bad feeling about him and he couldn't quite put his finger on why, but whenever he saw him he got a pain in his back… where a scar of a… a eating fork had pierced into his skin. He honestly didn't know or remember where that had come from but overtime he tried to remember but it would be all blurry… simply a fall, a very large fall and then nothing.

So for that reason alone Edward said something he never thought he would ever say.

"I agree with Drury."

"I'm sorry what?" Drury asked in confusion.

"Yeah…" Gar trailed off as he stared at Nigma in utter confusion. "What Drury said."

"Why do you agree with him?" Jonathan questioned.

"Because Jonathan… I well I don't know why," Edward threw his hands up. "I just don't think we can trust him."

"Edward, Tommy is the best surgeon I know."

"Be that as it may," Edward growled. "I still do not feel like we can trust him."

Jonathan shook his head and pushed Edward out of the way walking up to Drury. "Ignore him. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Do you!?" Moth squeaked as he stared wide eyed at Crane, wide turquoise eyes to be exact, quite unique to. Oh how Jonathan would love to see those eyes in terror, wide and dilated as he screamed, but… he was getting of subject.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Crane smiled, which he hoped was a comforting smile at Drury. "If it makes you feel any better, Tommy here fixed my face after Waylon so savagely ravaged it."

Drury went wide eyed and quickly backed away as Edward face palmed.

"That does not make me feel any better!"

"Nice going straw for brains," Garfield growled. "Now he's never gonna let Elliot near his face."

"Drury," Hush spoke as he walked through the crowd. "I can assure you, I will fix you face up so well that you will never be able to see the scar."

"But look at his face!" Drury snapped as he pointed at Crane.

"Doctor Crane was a… unique case," Elliot explained with a dull look on his face. "He requested that look. I can fix you so no scar will ever be seen."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Drury look at it this way," Gar butted in as he glared at his friend. "If the Doctors or Guards find out about this, Croc will be put back downstairs and you know how much he hates that don't you?"

"Yeah…?"

"So ask yourself this," Lynns walked up to him and grabbed his shoulders before he shook him slightly. "Do you really want to be on the bad side of Killer, frigging, Croc?!"

"Umm… no…?"

"No, you don't because nobody want's that!" Gar field grabbed by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him towards the so called surgeon. "So suck it up and be a man for once, I got enough problems on my own not to worry about your face!"

Drury gulped before he backed away from Garfield and sighed. "Alright… fine.. but… umm what's going to happen now."

"You'll need to be knocked out."

"What?!"

"No problem," Croc grinned before he smacked Drury so hard on the back of the head the kid simply fell to the floor and all of the others groaned and face palmed.

"Croc… we've talked about this," Gar muttered.

"We have talked about this Waylon," Edward agreed. "When you knock-,"

"When you knock him out," Gar went on. "You need to catch him."

"You have to catch him," Edward also finished looking up at Croc who shrugged his shoulders before looking back at Drury and frowning. "Oops."

"Well," Tommy frowned before he rolled Drury over. "It may not be anesthetic, but it will do. Now leave me, I have to do my work alone, Doctor Crane pass me that first aide box over there, Harley bring over the bag I asked you to carry."

Both former Doctors brought them over before ushering everyone else out of the room.

When consciousness returned to Drury he was back in his cell and lying on his cot.

Next to his bed was a mirror and he quickly picked up, recalling everything that happened.

The scream echoed off the walls of Arkham and it woke Garfield up and he sat bolt upright in his bed in shock before he realised who it was and frowned, before he peered under the bed to see Drury.

The kid was crying and running his finger over the scar. "Oh my god! The scar is huge!" he wailed before shouting out. "My face is ruined!"

"Drury."

"Gar look at it, look at my face!" Drury cried as he turned to see his room mate above him. "Look at it, it's ruined, how am I supposed to get chicks now!? I mean… I know I never did in the first place but this really lowers my chances even further and-."

"It's on the magnified side."

"Huh?"

"The mirror," Gar repeated as he gave Drury a dull look. "You are looking into the magnified side."

Drury blinked a few times before he looked back at the mirror and giggled slightly, looking back at Gar rather nervously. "Heh, so it is… silly me, my mistake… guess it's not so bad huh?"

"No it isn't," Gar agreed as he hoped out of bed and walked over to the cell door, using the reflection in the glass to fiddle with his hair. "Will ya quit preening yourself!"

"Oh sorry," Drury leaped up and walked over to Gar looking in the glass to see his own reflection. "Scar isn't so bad… in fact it kind makes me look…" he paused and winked at his reflection. "Sexy."

Gar gave him a look and stared. "Drury nothing could make you look like that."

"But it does doesn't it?"

Gar shook his head.

"Well what would you know?! Your face has already half melted off anyway." Drury snapped making Gar slowly raise a curious eyebrow before the guard came and took them out, before he let them wander into the cafeteria were this all began.

Garfield wrapped an arm over Drury's shoulder as the two walked over to the queue. "Look on the bright side, at least ya got a souvenir," Gar shrugged and he fished out of his pocket Croc's tooth but it now had a string attached to it and he handed it to Drury who stared at it for a long time. "And you got one hell of a rep."

"I have?"

"Yeah," Gar removed his arm and picked up a tray. "Drury Walker, the third guy to ever survive a bite from Killer Croc, ya even got your very own crocodile tear too," he said pointing at the the scar before he wondered off.

Drury looked down at the tooth, before he looked back at Gar and then he grinned, slipping the new necklace around his neck, letting the tooth dangle out in front of him so every one could see it.

Nobody was gonna mess with Killer Moth now. He finally had a reputation.

He giggled to himself as he joined the queue just behind Garfield and oddly enough Hush as well and all around him he could hear people whispering about how he had survived a bite from Killer Croc.

Drury grinned and muttered to himself. "A big shot at last."

THE END.

Note: Well there we have it, of course the one rogue it would happen to would be Drury would't it, out of all of them ,it would be him :)

So i hope you guys liked this one it was a lot of fun to write.

Up Next: Love is a mystery: Summary: Edward is determined to win his Mystery's heart back to him, he's going to do everything in his power to do it, well everything in his power he can do while stuck in Arkham, he's not going to give up, no matter what. Question is will it work? I guess at times like this we all need a little help from our friends.