What's Ying and Yang and Jester all over?

Note: Time to meet Ying and Yang Dent, two of my OCs who haven't seen the light of day in a while, so I thought, why not! Hope you guys like them! :)

Doctor Cassidy: Taped interview 6 patients names are Ying Dent and Yang Dent. So, you two requested to have interviews together?

Yang: Obviously.

Ying: You must be more polite to the ladies.

Yang: Oh shut it!

Doctor Cassidy: Okay… why did you want to be together in an interview?

Ying: We do everything together, since we were little.

Yang: We kill people together.

Ying: We sleep in the same cell and at the moment the same bed.

Yang: We have fun together.

Ying: And we speak together.

Doctor Cassidy: So why do you like doing things together?

Ying: We just have all out life dear. That's all.

Yang: Plus I gotta admit, I'm glad we ain't joined together!

Doctor Cassidy: But you just said you do everything together.

Yang: Yeah, but if i had to be attached to this looser for all of my life, I'd either shoot myself or him, depends on which way the coin lands.

Doctor Cassidy: The coin?

Ying: Our Dad's lucky coin.

Yang: We listen to it.

Ying: Like he listens to it.

Doctor Cassidy: What are you talking about?

Both: Everything is based on a 50/50 chance.

(End tape)

It was early morning when it happened, the end of Edward's peace of mind.

He thought that Jester was bad on her own, but now, she'd found friends, friends that didn't get along that well, even though they are twins.

Edward was sitting with Jonathan, he needed to get away from them, they were driving him insane.

Jonathan glanced at Edward and raised an eyebrow. "You do not look well Edward."

"I've had to listen to Ying and Yang and Jester," Edward hissed. "No one would look well after that!"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow once again. "It can't be that bad."

Edward snatched the book out of Jonathan's hand and grabbed him, pulling towards the bench the troublesome trio were sitting at.

"You guys are hilarious, ya' know that?" Jester giggled.

Ying and Yang sat either side of her, Ying on the white side of her hair colour and Yang on the black side.

"We thank you."

"So very much, ya little nut case!"

Jester giggled once again. "So you guys are twins right?"

"Sure are, sugar!"

"We were born together."

"We live together."

"We sleep together."

"We play together."

"We basically do everything together."

Jester giggled. "Neat! That's epic and you speak together too it seems."

"Yes we do, do you want some white chocolate?" Ying questioned holding out a bar.

Suddenly a bar of dark chocolate was in her face. "Ya don't want that stuff, sugar! Ya' want this stuff, dark chocolate. White chocolate is just so bland."

Ying glared. "Oh please, dark chocolate has too much flavour and it will kill your taste buds. Honey, you want white chocolate trust me, ignore my brother."

"No, no, sugar! Ignore him, he doesn't know the meaning of taste."

"I know it better then you, you two bit back street double dealer!"

"I think I'm the one who knows taste Ya' posh shocked goody-goody!"

"Guys, it's okay," Jester said braking them up. "Since I'm both white and dark, I'll have milk chocolate. Mixture of both."

The twins smiled at her and settled back down eating their chocolate.

Edward turned to Jonathan and waved his hand in the air. "See what I mean?!"

Jonathan gave a slow nod. "Yes, I do."

Edward nodded and sighed.

"Hey big brother R!"

Edward paled. "Help me Jonathan."

Jonathan smirked. "Sorry Edward, but you brought this upon yourself."

"Have you met my two new friends?" Jester asked, grinning.

Edward gave a slow nod. "I met them before you did."

Ying and Yang gave Edward a glare. "Oh. It's you."

Jester frowned and looked between the two of them. She could tell there was something up.

"I'll catch you guys later," she said as she hoped over the bench and joined Edward.

"See Ya' sugar!"

"Goodbye darling."

Jester trotted along with Edward and frowned. "So… what's gone off between you and Two Face?"

Edward glanced at her. "Nothing you need to get your black and white being mixed in to."

"Eddie-"

"Jester it's fine."

"It doesn't seem to be fine," Jester stated as she picked up some rocks and began to juggle with them.

"Well, it's not your problem, so stay out of it!"

"But Eddie-."

"No buts, stay out of it!"

Jester frowned but said nothing more on the subject as they shuck into the mansion, Jester glanced at Eddie to see he was carrying a small green pot of paint.

"What's that for?" She questioned.

"I'm writing a riddle on the wall of Doctor Young's office. I have to get back at her, she insulted one of my riddles," Edward growled as they easily snuck past security and into the side entrance that led to Doctor Young's office.

"You do like to get back at people don't you, Eddie?" Jester muttered. "I ain't never gonna cross you, hate to see what would happen."

Edward smirked as they reached the office. "Don't double cross me or offend me and you won't have to find out."

Jester giggled before nodding.

Tomorrow was the big day, the big surprise party, Jester wasn't the only person excited now, everyone was, loads of people were. Rogues throughout the asylum were making plans.

Some planned to escape in the chaos, that was what Edward was planing on doing, he said he was going to watch from a distance incase Batman stopped Joker, he'd be safe that way.

Harvey had already escaped, Garfield, Moth and Floyd were all planning to escape in the chaos. Jonathan was staying, obviously, Harley was too. Ivy didn't have a choice anymore, she'd been moved into a different cell block in a special container, Jervis was planning on getting out too as was Otis, he'd hidden some stuff in the botanical gardens, Jester was staying, she didn't want to go, she had a small vedette to settle against Calendar man and Waylon was sticking around too it seemed.

Recently though, there had been rumours of a new patient, a patient 'X' but no one knew who patient 'X' was, no one had seen him or even her.

"Eddie?"

"Hmm?"

He wasn't really paying her much attention, he was concentrating on picking the lock on Doctor Young's door.

"Do you know about patient 'X'?" Jester questioned as she fiddled with her hands.

Edward glanced at her. "Yes, if you must know, it's Bane."

Jester blinked. "Bane? What's he doing here? The reports said he'd broken out of Black gate."

Edward smirked. "They did, didn't they? I believe it has something to do with your boss."

"Boss J man?"

"Do you have any other?"

"No, I guess not. But why would he… oh! Now I remember, oh that makes sense now," Jester giggled as she rubbed the back of her neck with a bright smile on her face.

Edward turned and raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Ya mean you don't know?"

"Would I be asking if I knew?"

"I guess not."

Edward shook his head. "It's probably some stupid idea any way, Joker can never come up with anything good."

"I won't tell him you said that, I rather like you," Jester muttered before there was a click from the door as the bolts slid aside.

Edward grinned and opened the door, walking in and opening the green pot of paint to begin his riddle.

Jester snuck in after him and closed the door, before watching him write the riddle down. "Eddie?"

"Yes?" he muttered half heartedly.

"What's the riddle?"

"How do you mask your feelings Batman?"

"Cool. But I don't get it?" Jester admitted a frown on her face as she looked around the room. She couldn't see any masks.

"You wouldn't be expected to. But if you must know, which knowing you, you do, look over there," he said pointing towards…

Jester froze.

"I don't even know how Doctor Young even got it," Edward muttered as he finished off his riddle. "I thought Roman had it, turns out I was wrong. They must of taken it off him when he was last incarcerated here."

He expected Jester to make some comment. She usually did. She always had something to say, but now there was no witty comment from the monochrome clown.

Edward turned towards her to find her staring at the mask, a look in her eyes that screamed sadness, anger…. maybe just maybe fear. But why?

"Are you okay?"

Suddenly Jester was looking at him, her eyes didn't sparkle, they were set, stone, cold. He voice was even colder when she spoke. "Why do you care? You don't give a damn, you can't, you're incapable of caring."

Edward was slightly taken aback. Never had the girl spoke to him like that.

"What's wrong?" he was generally concerned or at least as concerned as someone with extreme narcissism could get.

Jester narrowed her eyes and stormed out the room, calling behind her. "Ya' don't care Eddie, so don't act like ya' do!"

He quickly grabbed his paint and ran after her. "Jester, what's wrong?"

"Stop asking me that question!" she screamed. "Why.. why can't you be like the other Eddie! He was sweet to me! I liked him, he was kind and nice, maybe a little awkward but he was my friend!"

Edward growled and lunged at her, he didn't take being insulted lightly. "I don't care if he was nice to you, I'm concerned! Now tell me, what's wrong?"

"Nothing that you could help me with!" Jester yelled and snatched her arm out of his grasp. "I wish you were like Eddie Nashton!" she yelled before running off.

Edward stood there in slight shock. Had she just… no, it was impossible.

Wait! The records room was just in the other room, he could go there and find her file.

He ran as fast as he could, knowing that no one would be guarding the records room, to them it was just an old room full of books, to him, it was information centre.

He'd read his own file once and it was the best read he'd had in years, because it consisted of his favourite subject: Himself.

He got to the files and began to rival through them, past the 'H's then the 'I's and finally he reached the 'J's.

'Jack in the box', no.

'Jane Doe', no.

'Jester', yes!

He pulled the file out of it's place and sat at one of the desks.

There seemed to be files out on it already, something about new Doctors being transferred here.

He wondered how many would recline that request after the events that would take place tomorrow.

He took a quick glance over the files.

Doctor Arkham? Finally an Arkham would be working at Arkham Asylum. Doctor Sinner. That rings a bell. Doctor Terry.

Edward's mind froze at the name, an image flashed in his mind but it was gone instantly.

It wouldn't be her, no point in getting his hopes up.

He shook his head and went back to the task at hand, reading Jeter's file.

He flicked though to the main information.

Name: Turner, Jessica.

Damn. Edward swallowed the lump in his throat. It really was her, it was little Jessica Turner.

Edward felt his chest go tight and it was slightly hard to breath.

What was wrong with him?!

He shook his head. He only met the girl once! Just once! Why should he care.

Because you've grown attached to her, haven't you Eddie?

He rubbed his temples and frowned. It was impossible. He couldn't of grown attached to her! She was just… just another kid that suffered at the hands of another psycho! There was nothing special about her!

So why had he brought himself to care? Caring was dangerous, if you got your emotions mixed in with this, it could easily be used against you, he'd seen it done enough times to Freeze, he knew how bad it was to let emotions factor in the line of work.

He sighed and slammed his hands on the desk, before getting to his feet and storming away from the file, that damn file!

He walked out of the mansion and the cold air hit his face, it was odd that it was this cold, but Edward didn't ask any questions, Freeze had probably escaped.

He rubbed his eyes before deciding that his best option was to carry on walking and ignore his… feelings? He supposed that's what they were.

With a heavy sigh he walked towards the main cell block, he was in no mood to go looking and prying questions from the insane child, but.. wait was that crying?

He paused and looked behind a rock and there was Jester, she was curled up crying to herself.

What the hell had Black Mask done to her? Edward did have to wonder, but wait didn't she have a sister?

"Jester?"

She didn't look up, she just cried.

He sighed. Comforting wasn't his strong point. "Jessica."

There was a pause.

She looked up and sniffed before looking away. "I don't know how you know my name but… I don't care. Go away."

Edward sat next to her and the girl glared.

"I said-!"

"I know. I'm not going though, thought this was a lovely place to sit down."

Jester growled and went to stand up, but Edward grabbed her arm and yanked her back down.

"Let go of me Eddie!"

"I thought I told you not to shorten it," he said smiling.

"You said you didn't care any more!" she snapped back.

"I don't Jessie."

"That's not my name!"

Edward smirked as he remembered what she had said to him, that six year old little girl who even had a smart mouth back then. "It's your name," he said smiling at her. "It's just a shorter version."

Jester blinked. She remembered saying that.

"I still have Jokey, he sits with Epicurus on my shelf," Edward explained.

Jester's mouth hung open and she stared at him. "Eddie Nashton?"

She began to laugh, her hand went up to her face, before she lowered it and looked at him with bright jade green eyes. "You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"Hard to tell with my schizophrenic tendencies."

Edward rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you didn't recognise me!"

"You don't exactly look the same Eddie and I was only little. Plus my memory…" she shuffled uncomfortably. "Well, some bits I forgot on propose and I forgot the bits that kinda linked up to them."

Edward sighed and nodded. "Do I really look that much older?"

Jester smirked. "Depends on the light."

Edward rolled his eyes but the smile tugged at his lips. "Thanks. You are so kind."

"I'm ya little sis, I'm meant to be irritating."

"I'm sure it's not compulsory."

"Oh but it is!"

"Lucky me."

"Yep Eddie, lucky you!"

Edward and Jester smiled at each other but it was short lived, as the frightening shadow of the Scarecrow fell on them.

They looked up and they would have to admit, that he did look rather scary, his figure was silhouetted against the clouds, he had his mask on, but you could tell he was smirking.

He pulled the needle from out of his jumpsuits sleeve and it glowed orange.

"Tell me little Jester," he hissed, his Scarecrow side taking centre stage. "What do you fear?"

T.B.C:

Note: Oh no! Jonny's gone crazy, I guess he's just excited about the party, but my poor little Jester! What do you think she will fear? Go on, write it in your comment, what do you think Jester will be afraid of?