Got a secret.

The bar was practically empty with no one really there, even Oswald wasn't any where in sight.

Mist smiled and sat down in a corner, with herself and Enigma, the little girl's plats were in perfect alinement of each other.

Soon the boys and Luna arrived and they sat with them.

"So… I'll go and get the drinks," Mist smiled but Edward quickly stood up and shook his head.

"No, I'll get them."

"You?" Mist raised an eyebrow. "No offence Edward, but I'm not sure if that's a good idea…"

"I'll be fine," Edward smiled as he walked away and over to the bar. The glass bottles shone, but you could tell they were full of water, nothing alcohol based ever.

Mist smiled as Edward called for the bar tender and turned back to Jonathan who was staring at her in confusion.

The children seemed to be getting on with each other. Luna and Lui were being bombarded with trivia and facts from Enigma, while the brother and sister fascinated Enigma with their powers.

Jonathan leaned over the table and looked up at Mist with a concerned look on his face. "Are you sure this is a good idea? Being here, I mean."

"It'll be fine, Jonathan," Mist smiled and leaned back from the table. "Oswald will simply be happy to have some costumers."

"Edward doesn't know does he?"

She paused and sent him a cold look. "No, he doesn't."

"Why haven't you told him?" Jonathan questioned, as he tilted his head to the side.

Mist bit her lip before smirking. "It's… complicated."

"It always is."

She smirked at that before her sharp emerald eyes drifted over to the side near the stage.

She smiled and waved as the man came waddling over to them, with a scowl on his face.

"Hello Oswald."

"They are not aloud to be in here," he spoke as he casted a glance to the children.

"Ozzy, you haven't got any dancers on show so… I'm struggling to see the problem."

Oswald sighed and took his chair sitting with them as he rubbed his eyes and glanced at them. "I don't know what'd going wrong."

"You're not Fish," Mist smirked.

"I've got everyone's drinks," Edward piped up with a smile as he came over to them before he slowed to a stop at the sight of Oswald.

Oswald stood up and glared at him. "What's a dork and wearing green and really should not be here."

"Oswald, play nice," Mist bit out as she stood up glaring down her nose at him.

"Me," Edward smiled before he looked down at Enigma who was pulling at his trowser leg with a concerned look on her face.

"Or what?" Oswald smirked. "You can't hurt me."

"No… not me," Mist chuckled as she tasted a glance to Jonathan who had so far been trying to keep his head down and stay out of this. "But he can."

He snapped his head in Jonathan's direction as the boy stared at her in shock before he glanced at Oswald.

"Oh?" Oswald chuckled. "What could he do?"

Mist smirked. "You're mistaken. I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about Scarecrow."

Now Edward was also concerned. He took a quick glance to Jonathan and boy's eyes sparked with something unique and held something dark and twisted in them.

"Now…" he chuckled absently as he tilted his head to the side. "Why would you ever what me instead of Jonny, hmm?"

Edward paled and glared slightly at the back of Mist's head. "We wouldn't really want to make a mess, but that will happen."

Oswald glared before he sighed and shook his head. "You think I'm scared of you, I'm not. You can't hurt me, Falcone will have your heads."

Mist chuckled and leaned closer. "I'd like to see him try. No one touches me. No one touches the Sphinx."

Jonathan casted a glance to Edward who had paled even further and was staring at Mist in shock before the woman turned her eyes to him and smirked that same playful smirk Sphinx always did.

"Oh I'm sorry, my nerd. I so wanted to tell you but… I was having too much fun," she winked at him and turned back to Oswald smiling. "Now, Waddles. No back stabbing. You owe me, remember? So… are going to have a problem?"

Oswald smiled polightly and chuckled. "Of course not, Sphinx."

"Good," she purred before she turned to Edward and sighed. "Now Eddie… can I trust you to keep a secret?"

Edward blinked before he took a few steps back. "No… not you too…"

"Aww isn't it a real shame," Scarecrow chuckled. "All of your friends have something mental wrong with them… I ask again… whatever does that say about you?"

Edward glared at him before he looked sheepishly at Mist. "Can you keep a secret Edward?"

He blinked before slowly stepping backwards and then he ran out of the club, he never stopped running.

Heart pouring, legs pumping, the sounds became nothing to him they became muffled and then he soon found himself at a dead end.

He collapsed to the floor, leaning against the wall and hiding behind a dumpster, holding his legs close to him and rocking slightly.

That was not what he expected.

He sat there he didn't know for how long until he felt a hand on top of his.

His eyes drifted up and met Mist's face, Jonathan was standing just behind her with the kids.

Edward paled and backed away.

"Hey," Mist whispered. "I never knew my acting was that good," she smiled. "Did you seriously believe me?"

"But… you said.."

"Did it ever come to your mind that I might be lying or making the whole thing up?"

He shook his head.

"Yeah I didn't think you did."

"Luna!"

Luna turned at the voice, everyone did and her eyes widened at the sight of the young blond, the blue ribbons running behind her as she ran, battering in the wind.

She grabbed the girl and hugged her tightly, rambling about how much she'd missed her and how she needed her help and if she could help.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow at Luna and she smiled at him. "Alice helped me and Lui. But… Alice what's wrong?"

Alice looked up at her, small tears creeped out of her eyes before she glanced at the rest of Luna's friends.

Luna placed a hand on Alice's shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Alice. They're my friends."

Edward got to his feet and looked down at the oddly small girl… oddly dressed too.

Alice nodded in understanding before she wiped her eyes and stared at her friend. "One of my other friends… he's lost his temper and he and his best friend are going to get in trouble! Really big bad trouble and I don't know what to do and everyone's freaking out and panicking and it's a complete mess. It's madness and I told them they should go after them but they're not sure and.. and … and they could get hurt and-."

"Alice calm down," Luna whispered before she turned to the others. "Can we help?"

"Yes," Jonathan answered before anyone else could. "We can all help."

Alice smiled but then it faltered. "I'm not sure if the others will be happy with adults being there," she whispered glancing at Edward and Mist.

Mist smiled down at her. "Don't worry, everything will be okay."

Alice nodded before she took Luna's hand and pulled her through the streets, they all followed, the adults only had to jog because Alice could run very fast.

The streets though somehow became a blur of grey. They past like dreams at night not really noticing any of the detail but knowing they were there.

It wasn't too long for them to reach a place just behind the illegal Chinese betting agency.

Alice ran to one of the old buildings there, the paint was peeling off the door, graffiti covered the walls from head to toe. It was safe to say no one lived there anymore.

She opened the door and ran up the old rickety steps, with each step the wood creaked and strained as new wait was placed on it.

She flung a door open and two kids suddenly looked up, at the sight of the adults the small of the two, a blond haired boy with rabbit like teeth hind behind the one with the hoody, who seemed to have glowing yellow eyes.

"You can't tell anyone they're here," Alice squeaked. "It's the only safe place for miles and… and if the other kids found them…"

"It's okay Alice," Luna assured before she smiled at her. "But who are they?"

The big kid, who was almost scarily the same height as Edward but built like a brick wall growled slightly. "Names Waylon, people call me Croc."

Edward frowned. "Why do they call you croc?"

The boy sent him a glowing glare before he pulled his hood down and showed his slightly scaly skin. Not all of his skin was scaly but most of it was and his teeth were sharp and pointed and his eyes glowed even the light.

"Oh…" Edward whispered as he stared.

"I told you," Alice whispered to Luna. "Kid with scales."

Croc growled slightly at Alice before he shrugged it off and sighed. "The brat behind me is Otis, but we call him Rat."

"Why? Does he look like a rat?" asked Mist with a raised eyebrow, she noticed Edward was keeping a good distance from her and she could only smirk inside.

Oh if only he knew.

"Yeah, you can see him can't you," Croc grunted. "Plus he's obsessed with the stupid things… but any how we need your help."

"With what?" asked Jonathan.

"We got two friends. One's Garfield Lyons but round these parts he's called Firefly," Croc growled.

"Gar?" Jonathan asked with a raised eyebrow. "What's the pyro done this time?"

"He hasn't done anything," Alice cried.

"And that's the problem," Otis piped up still hiding behind the wall that was Croc. "We thought he was lying but now we know he wasn't and now… he's mad. The last thing we heard him say to Moth was that he was gonna make gotham burn. We gotta stop him!"

"Yeah," Waylon agreed. "Oh and Moth, is a kid we helped named Dury Walker. Stupid kid wouldn't last one day on the streets if it weren't for Firefly."

Edward tapped his chin in thought. "Has Garfield been arrested before?"

"Sure has," Croc muttered. "Guy spent 3 months in juvi last year."

Edward mused this before snapping his fingers. "I remember him! We only caught him because he got badly burnt on the right-hand side of his face. It was really bad burning too. First third and second degree burns."

"So you know the Firefly?" Jonathan questioned. "He's really annoying."

"Hey watch it Crane," Croc growled. "Gar's not as bad as he makes himself out to be."

"I beg to differ Waylon," the boy narrowed his eyes slightly at the much bigger and heavier one in front of him. "Oh and call me Scarecrow. I've got my own name now."

Croc grunted in response before he chuckled. "Ha, fits ya pretty well…. being as stick like you are."

Mist waved her hands in the air to silence everyone. "Let me get this straight. You all know each other?"

"Not exactly," Jonathan muttered. "I used to hang out with the street kids. Felt I could relate to them more being an outcast at school. I met Gar and Croc at this place called the Flea," Jonathan shrugged. "My dad didn't like me going there."

"Ha, well from what I heard… we're glad your dad never went there," Croc growled.

Jonathan turned on him and narrowed his eyes, they suddenly flickered to something that held a great evil inside of them. He was turning to Scarecrow again.

"Jonathan, remember what we said," Edward hissed at him before the boy's stance calmed down and he stood slack again.

The room fell silent for a few minutes before Mist clapped her hands together and sighed. "Well, I'll see if anything has popped up in the news back at work, I guess Edward could check some files right?"

He nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose, his daughter, Enigma, doing the same thing at the same time. "Enigma can help me," he muttered as he bent down and picked her up, walking down the steps, with Mist following behind him.

They heard the star is creak and the door open and close before the ones that were left stood in an awkward silence.

Alice wiped her hands on her dress of any dirt before she sighed. "I shall go and see if I can get anyone talking at the Flea."

"You Alice?" Croc sniggered. "Interrogating someone, give me a break."

Alice looked offended. "I can do it!"

"Ha, I'd like to see you try."

He smile left her face, it became solemn and cold, devoid of any and all emotions. "I can be very scary," she said in a dead flat tone. "Very scary."

Croc actually blinked in surprise. "Umm.. oh wow.. okay, yeah you go and do that then…"

Alice nodded before she wondered out of the room and walked down the stairs.

Jonathan glanced at the two boys before he sighed. "I can ask around my school, see if they've seen of hear about anything. You'd be surprised by how much we find out on the streets."

Croc nodded once more. "Sure.. thanks.. Scarecrow?"

"Yes, that's right."

"What's their names?" asked Rat as he stared at Luna and Lui.

The brother and sister blinked before looking at each other. "We don't have a name."

"Bette think of one. It makes you sound scarier."

"But…" Lui trailed off. "We don't want to be scary."

"Ya need to be in Gotham," Croc grunted before he sniffed the air and his eyes widened. "Do you smell that?"

"Ummm no…" Rat whispered as he stared at his scaly friend and raised an eyebrow. "What you smelling?"

"Got a scent of smoke," Croc growled before he ran to the window and stared out across the city sky line and he cried out in shock. "Ah man, no!"

"What, what is it?!"

"See for yourself," he grunted. "Looks like Gar's started his attack."

They watched from the window as smoke rose to the sky, turning it a deep grey. It was getting darker and raker by the seconds and they couldn't help but stare and watch it.

By the night the sky was a bright orange as it was filled with smoke.

Fire engine raced down the streets, police and ambulance just in case there were any casualties.

It was ironic that the streets were filled with so much law inforcement that they missed a van that stopped and a figure stepped out, pulling another figure out of the back.

The second figure was lifeless and unmoving.

The first figure, a male with black gloves and welding goggles lay the figure down on the ground, before they opened their shirt, and pulling a knife from the belt.

He smiled and began to calve.

"You know," he muttered to the dead body. "You lived up to your name, a fighter like you. Most people struggle and but stop very soon, you continued fighting," the man chuckled and finished off the 'K'.

"I shall miss you, Jack. You will be missed but also remembered," he pulled a camera from his bag and took a photo. "Ah… there… you will be remembered."

He got up and walked back to his van, sitting down and pulling out a scrap book fron under his seat.

He gently placed the photo in it's place and wrote the name, smiling at the sight. "Ah… good. Now… who's next…?" he trailed off and looked over his list, fingers trailing over crossed out names until they landed on the next on and he smiled, tapping his finger against the page. "Ah yes, Kelly. Perfect. Shouldn't be too hard to find such a name," he trailed his fingers further down the list. "Then Jane, then Olly and then… ah… this one will be a challenge… not many Edwards left…" he paused and tapped his chin. "Oh, I'll find you, mark my words, I'll find you."

He chuckled and started the engine on the van, starting the engine and driving off.

By the mid morning a Kelly Stone was reported missing.

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