Still friends?

The world was a mass of colours and sounds, the voices of his mirky past finally vanishing from his hearing and the shadows turned back into light.

Edward blinked at the defining silence that loomed on, staring blankly at the scarecrow as it stood over him like a demented spectre, but it had no head.

He slowly sat up, his hair ruffled and straw sticking out and sticking to his clothes.

He heard a twig snap and he snapped his head towards it, his mind on high alert for anything.

Jonathan was standing there, he looked deeply upset, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his hand as he stared at him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked at the ground with a frown.

"Sorry?" Edward repeated as his face contorted into a look of anger. "Sorry?! You don't get to be sorry!"

Jonathan paled and shuffled backwards, his eyes still down cast. "I can't control him."

"That's not what I'm angry about!"

"Then what-."

"You could of at least told me, Jonathan! Told me exactly what was going on! Why didn't you just say you had another person in your head?!"

"Because it sounds crazy!" Jonathan snapped.

"That's because it is crazy it means you're crazy!" Edward snapped back. "But if you had told me I could of gotten you help."

"Help… ha. No one ever wants to help me," Jonathan laughed bitterly as he took a few steps to Edward and handed him the drink. "There's nothing in it. Except hot chocolate."

"Really?" Edward growled he pushed past him and walked towards his car.

"Where are you going?" asked Jonathan as he trailed behind him, making sure to keep a good distance from Edward.

"Home," Edward stated. "Away from here. I am not going to come here ever again."

"But-."

"No!" Edward snapped as he glared at him. "You may not realise this, but what you just put me through, I could never forgive, no one could ever forgive you for doing that to them!"

Jonathan looked to the floor and nodded his head. "I understand."

"Good. At least one side of your personality does," Edward seethed as he got in his car and drove down the road, scattering the leaves as he drove past them, leaving Jonathan standing there.

He slowly looked down at his pocket and pulled out the scarecrow face staring at the eye holes and the stitched up mouth.

Careful with my face. Don't want you to ruin my good looks now do I?

Jonathan rolled his eyes at Scarecrow, put placed the face back in his pocket, careful not to rip or tear any of the stitching. He guessed since he had two personalities he should have two faces.

"Dury's like a moth."

Otis tilted his head to the side and examined his scaly friend who was leaning against the wall staring at Lyons and Dury as they went around pick pocketing. Well, Firefly was doing the actual pickpocketing, Dury had tried once and almost got caught because he tripped over his own shoelaces.

Otis blinked before frowning. "How is he like a moth, he doesn't have wings and he dresses to colourful for a moth, I would say if he was like any type of creature it would be a butterfly. All bright colours and a flutter brain."

Croc shook his head. "Ya don't get it. Firefly is like a damn flame and ever since he saved Dury, guy hasn't left his side."

"Ah, now you make sense."

Waylon casted him a quick glance. He growled slightly, his eyes glowing a bright yellow under the dark shadow his hoodie casted.

"You saying a don't make sense normally?" he growled.

Otis paled. "What? No!" he squeaked, his voice going half an octave higher. "I never said that, I'd never say that!"

"What you never say?" muttered Firefly as he and Dury wondered over to him. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Waylon grunted.

"You're a bad liar, Croc."

"Don't call me Croc!"

"Just get damn right used to it, everyone will call you that from now on. You know that and I know that."

Through all of this, Otis had been observing everyone walking by and then he spotted a newspaper.

He looked closely at it and he frowned before his eyes widened and then he squeaked in shock.

"What is it, Rat?"

Otis pointed at the newspaper. "Fire! Fire huge fire."

They all casted glances at Lyons who looked at them all and frowned. "Now, wait. Hold on now! I didn't do anything!"

"You really expect us to believe that?" Croc growled as he glared at him. "You freaking pyromaniac!"

"If Gar said he didn't do it then he didn't do it!" Dury declared with a hint of pride for standing up for his friend.

Garfield smiled and patted Dury on the head. "Thank you, Dury."

"You do realise that the only person who believes you is him," Croc growled as he pointed at Dury. "Not exactly the best defense you're gonna have, Gar."

Garfield glared at them before he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held it out in front of him. "I'd like to see you try your best against me and my flame!"

"Hey now Firefly," Cat cried as she jumped down between the group. "Why don't you just cool down a moment huh?"

"Oh shut it, Cat!" snapped Firefly as he glared at her. "Croc's right no one's gonna believe me!"

"But they'll believe you even less if you hurt us with fire," Otis squeaked.

Garfield slowly leaned back from them and put his lighter away, glaring daggers at them. His glare was ablaze like one of his fires.

"I thought you were my friends. The outcasts of the outcasts. Guess I was wrong," he muttered. He turned and pocketed his hand with the lighter before he pulled his hood up to hide the rest of his scared face. "Come on, Moth. Lets get going."

"Who you talking to?" asked Dury.

"You dummy," Firefly growled as he glanced over at them. "Figured you'd follow me anyway and since everyone thinks I'm a flame, well… moths are drawn to flames. So come on. Let's go."

"Told you he was a moth," Croc whispered to Otis who scowled at him. "What?"

"Not what you should be focusing on right now, Waylon."

Dury blinked. "You mean… I have a street name?"

"Yeah kid ya' do. Now ya' coming, Moth or what?"

"I'm coming!" Dury cried as he chased after Lyons, almost dripping over his own feet again as they walked down the streets, starting to disappear into the crowd.

"Lyons, come on!" Croc growled. "Don't be like that."

"Why not?" Garfield questioned as he glared at them. "I am whatever you say I am."

"What?"

"If I wasn't any of those things," Lyons shrugged. "Then why would say I am?"

They fell silent, the noise of the city the only noise they could hear. Car horns sounded in the traffic, the sound of footsteps echoed off the city streets and buildings.

Across the way decorators moved into Fish Moony's old club, changing the fish to a purple umbrella, glowing in the light, but it was hardly used now. No one came to the club.

Garfield smirked harshly at his so called friends. "Exactly my point."

Then he turned his back on them walking away, his head down, hands in his pockets with Dury following after him, trying his hardest to keep up and stay standing as they went.

"They think those fires were me, well they weren't," Gar muttered as they walked. "I know my work and mine ain't sloppy like that."

"Gar? I mean Firefly, what we gonna do?"

"I'll tell you what we're gonna do Moth," he glanced at him, a harsh look in his eyes, but there was a spark of fire behind the glare that held slight excitement. "Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow but one day, one day I'm gonna make Gotham burn, we're both gonna make her burn and then… then people can say I did. But not before and certainly not by my so called friends."

"I believe you," Dury cried.

"And that's your problem," Gar muttered. "You see the good in anyone and everyone. Even people who have no good in them and that's dangerous."

"But-."

"Dury, just trust me on this kay?" he glanced at him and smiled slightly. "Besides, if we're gonna make Gotham burn, we better start practising."

Jonathan wondered into the bustling GCPD. People were being processed, files passed this way and that, the room was alive with chaos and order both fighting to gain control of the other, Luna and Lui were close at his heels and he looked back at them smiling.

"You two okay?"

"We're fine, Jonythan," Luna said smiling as she rubbed Lui's shoulder to keep him calm.

Jonathan nodded and they wondered past everyone to the forensic department, but when they got in there, Edward wasn't there but a woman was.

She turned, raven hair swishing as she moved at the sound of the door, her emerald eyes cut into him like a knife, they were sharp and pointed.

Her dress sense was something of an upper class look to it, but it was the ankh that hung around her neck that caught his attention.

The symbol of life, gold in colouring, glistened as it swayed with her movements, it shined brightly and stood out against her green blouse that seemed to be light and flowing.

She raised a curious manicured eyebrow at him, and then he noticed the braid along the right side of her face, with gold and green beads in it, gold twin shimmered with her black hair in a plat like motion.

"Hello," she said simply as she looked him up and down, she seemed to be making her own observations. "And might I ask who are you?"

"Jonathan Crane, I'm a friend of Edward's," he muttered as he glanced around the room. No sight of Edward anywhere.

"Oh. Funny. I'm a friend of Edward's too," she smiled at him and walked over to him, well it was more like a strut. "And who are your little fiends?"

Jonathan glanced down at Lui and Luna. "This is Luna and Lucifer Fright," he explained gesturing to them. "Do you know where Edward is?"

"He's consulting on a case. But don't worry, he'll be back shortly."

Jonathan nodded in understanding. "And you are?"

She smiled at him, her eyes flashing with an excitement he knew all too well. He'd seen it in Scarecrow's eyes when ever he looked in the mirror.

"I'm Mist Terry," she greeted, holding her hand out to him.

He cautiously took it before he raised an eyebrow. "Mystery? No wonder Edward likes you."

"Ha. I'd like to think it was because of something other then my name."

"It probably is," Jonathan nodded in agreement, he wanted to be cautious around her, she seemed… he couldn't put his finger on it but… there was just something off with her.

She's got someone like me in her head.

How can you be sure?

Takes one to know one.

Jonathan blinked before he cast a worrying glance at Luna and Lucifer.

"Don't worry kid," Mist chuckled as she leaned next to his ear. "I don't hurt children, goes against my moral coding."

"What are you talking about?"

"If your split is anything like mine then…" she pulled away and winked. "Takes one to know one."

Jonathan looked to the side and frowned. "You can tell."

"It's the little things," she chuckled. "And somehow the other persona can just sense crazy."

Jonathan bristled. "I am not crazy."

"You may not be, but…" she gave him a pointed look and smirked.

He frowned at her and shook his head. "Now I can see why Edward likes you. You both are on a par when it comes to annoyance."

"Thank you so very much," Edward scowled.

Jonathan span and frowned slightly. "Sorry. Edward… I'm truly sorry."

"I told you," Edward growled. "You don't get to be sorry!"

"What's going on?" Mist questioned.

Jonathan sighed. "The other guy-."

"Scarecrow," Edward butted in with a scowl.

"Scarecrow…" Jonathan trailed off. "He… I lost control of him and he hurt Edward."

Mist nodded. "I see… " she paused and tapped her chin. "It's not fully his fault Edward."

"What do you mean?!"

"Well… speaking from experience of… someone else… I know it can be very hard for people who are having the similar problems like Jonathan to cope."

"Scarecrow…" Lui whispered. "You said he wouldn't hurt anyone."

"I said he wouldn't hurt you," Jonathan sighed. "I never said anything about anyone else."

"You still could of warned me," Edward grit before he turned to Mist. "And who do you know who has this sort of mental problem other then Jonathan?"

Mist stood silent for a few moments before she smiled. "No one you know or need to worry about Edward."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow at that statement.

He didn't know it was Mist. He didn't know about Mist's split persona.

Technically speaking Jonathan didn't really know about hers but still… at least he knew she had it.

Edward nodded before he turned back to Jonathan who looked up at him with slight hope and held his hand out to him. "I have better control over Scarecrow and I'm thinking of going to therapy to get this mess treated."

What?! Scarecrow shrieked in his head and Jonathan felt a smile twitch at his lips. It was good to be the one that was getting the other side worried for once.

Edward nodded before he smiled brightly and shook Jonathan's hand. "Apology accepted."

Mist smiled and leaned against the table, before coughed to get their attention. "Since you two are friends again… how about we all go out and get a coffee? Like now. I mean, Edward's off his shift now, you don't have anything to do and your little fiends may want another little friend just like them. I'm sure Enigma will love them."

"Who's Enigma?" Jonathan questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Mine and Edward's daughter," Mist shrugged at Jonathan's odd look.

"It's a long story," Edward interjected with a light tinge of red colouring his cheeks.

"Yes…" Jonathan hesitated. "I'm sure it is."

They smiled and laughed lightly before Mist pushed herself off the table and smiled. "Well.. maybe not a coffee but a drink certainly. How about in half an hour, since that's how long it will take me to get Enigma, we meet at Oswald's and have a drink."

"Oswald's?" Edward frowned. "Are you sure he'll let Lui, Luna and Enigma in?"

Mist chuckled. "At the rate is costumers are going, he'd kill for some other people there other then himself and the staff."

Jonathan blinked in confusion as to weather she meant literal kill of metaphorical kill, from what he'd heard of Oswald Cobblepot, he wouldn't be surprised if it was both.

"Alright then… see you there," Edward smiled and Mist smiled back before she left, he black hair waving behind her as she went.

"She seemed nice," Jonathan muttered.

"She is," Edward agreed with a smile. "She always has been, Mist wouldn't hurt a fly she's that nice."

Jonathan had slight feeling that Edward was wrong in that fact.

After all…

A smirk crossed his face as they left the room with Luna and Lui at his side, Edward walking only slightly in front.

After all… Jonathan mused as he smirked wider, takes one to know one.

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