He was wrong.

Jester was worried.

She didn't get worried very often but today she was flipping out with worry.

She sat in the rafters watching Edward, or the Riddler as he is now known as, as he drank down his 24th, yes you heard right his 24th shot of vodka.

Jester didn't know what was up but she was worried.

Edward didn't drink. It was as simple as that.

His tolerance…. if he had any, was low.

Jester had a higher tolerance than he did and she was 14.

She watched him from the rafters and she was almost at a point where she thought she would cry.

Edward wasn't like this. How had he sunk so low?

"What do you want Jester?"

Jester yelped in surprise at Edward's voice.

She looked down to see him looking up at her, his eyes were narrowed.

"I don't want you to be here. Leave." hissed Edward.

Jester shook her head. "I'm not leaving Edward. You're my friend and something is bothering you. Why in god's name are you drinking like there's no tomorrow?"

Edward sighed and downed his 25th shot. "It doesn't matter. Now leave."

"Edward. It does matter." Jester narrowed her eyes. "I don't want to leave so you can do anything…. stupid."

Edward laughed. But it was cold and bitter. "What are you talking about? I never do…. stupid things."

Then how come you're in this place? Jester thought in her head as she jumped down from the rafters. "Don't treat me like a fool, Edward. I'm not one and you know that."

Jester pointed at his pocket which had a gun in it. "Give to me. Now!" she shouted.

Edward narrowed his eyes. "I deserve it."

Jester went wide eyed. "Edward. No one deserves to die alone. Especially by their own hands." she looked around the room and then looked back at him, heart broken. "You weren't even going to leave a note? To explain why you wanted to blow your oh so amazing brain to bits?"

Edward got up. "Jester. Who would care if I went? Come on, tell me. I think Gotham would pleased that I killed my self."

Jester walked up to him and slapped him.

Edward looked shocked.

Jester put her finger in his face and hissed. "Edward Simon Nashton, if you do not give me that gun this instant I will call the Bat! Give me the gun!"

Edward stared at her. "I'll give it to you….. if you can tell me one person who will miss me. Who, in this hell hole of a city cares about me!?"

Jester was shaking with anger and sadness. "ARE YOU BLIND!? I would miss you Edward! Do you hear me?! I would be upset! I would miss you! I care about you!"

She grabbed the gun and unloaded it before throwing it across the room and pocketing the bullets.

"You're like a brother to me! You're the only family I have left! Now will you tell me why exactly you were…. wait. That's it, isn't it? You tried to kill yourself because of your father."

Edward sat down on his seat. "He was right all along Jester. I'm nothing. No one's going to miss me. I'll just be another John Doe on the street. A nameless nobody."

"Edward. Your dad was wrong. He never understood you. He didn't see how brilliant you were, are for that matter!" Jester placed a hand on his shoulder. "Edward, the world wouldn't be the same without you."

Edward stared at her. "Don't you think the world will be a better place without me?"

Jester stared at him. "Edward. If you left, there would be no world for me. For Mist. For Enigma. Dear lord what would I tell her if you offed your self?!"

Edward stared at her. "Tell her I was a waist of space."

Jester slapped him again. "You father was wrong. You may not believe it Edward. But he was."

Edward looked at the floor.

Jester was close to tears. She had never seen Edward so beaten, so…. lost.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Look. I need to go now, but I surges you get some rest. Yeah that's a good idea. Come on, lets get you to bed."

Jester helped him up and helped him to his room.

She lay him down and pulled the covers up to his chest.

"Please stay safe Edward." she said as she walked away.

Then she stopped and turned to him. "Edward. There's a knife in your draw. Give it to me."

Edward stared at her. "Jester. I'm a grown man!"

"A grown man who's drunk and who just tried to kill himself. Knife. Now!" shouted Jester as she held out her hand.

Edward pulled the knife out and gave to her.

She tucked it away and walked for the door. "Stay safe Edward and please get some rest."

Edward lay his head down as Jester shut the door.

Then the kid opened it again and hissed. "And if you do think about trying to kill yourself, ever again, leave. A. Note!"

Then she shut the door and stormed out of the hideout, but not before locking all of the dangerous stuff away and taking the key with her.

Then she was out into the cold air of Arkham City.

Honestly. If she didn't get shot, she would die from stress caused by Edward.

The man was a stress magnet.

The girl smiled and said to herself. "Yeah, but he's my stress magnet."

THE END.