Remember me.

The heart monitor went along, only thing you could hear was the little beeps as they went across the screen. It was the only proof that Gar was still alive.

Dury stood, his arm bandaged up as he stared at his best friend who was now in a medical induced coma due to his burns.

The Doctors said he was lucky to be alive.

Dury had only known Gar for a about a month, he'd seen him through his worst and best times, he'd seen him set fires and put fires out. He'd also seen him get his own hands burnt so that he wouldn't get burnt. Gar had saved him more times then he could count, he'd seen him steal and pickpocket, he'd seen him loose out at a bet. He'd seen the tattoos and he'd seen the scars.

Dury would describe Garfield Lyons as being a hot headed and reckless individual who put no thought into anything he did and had total disregard for himself.

He would describe him as all of those things and more.

But seeing him here, unconscious and in constant pain looking like an overcooked piece of meat, 'lucky' was the last thing he'd describe him as.

"Dury?"

He turned startled slightly as Croc came lumbering over to him, his hood was drawn up close to his face to hide the fact he looked exactly like a crocodile.

"How is he?" he asked as he stared at Lyon's burnt body.

"Doctors had to put him in a coma," Dury whispered. "The pain was too much he couldn't cope."

Croc nodded before he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Rat's coming up soon, stupid idiot's in the damn dumpster looking for his namesake."

Dury nodded before he shook his head and looked down at his broken arm.

Croc followed his gaze and frowned. "What happened to you?"

"I got hit by a car," Dury whispered. "I think my clumsiness reached it's top score that day."

"I think you'd be right," Croc chuckled lightly. "Do they know how long they'll have to keep him like this?"

Dury frowned before he sighed and shook his head. "Moths… years.. the Doctors don't know, however long it takes for his body to heal and…" he casted a quick glance at Gar's burnt and charred body, it really looked like he'd been through hell and come out the other side. "That might take a while," Dury finished with a heavy sigh before he turned and began to walk away.

"Hey, Dury, it's not your fault you know that right?" Croc called as he chased after him. "Lyons was always gonna get himself into too much trouble at some point, he just always was."

"Yeah but," Dury shook his head. "I should of stopped him and I didn't, now look at him. Reduced to a coma in a hospital. He's nothing now because of me."

Croc merely looked away he couldn't say anything to make the kid feel better he knew that much.

"Say, Waylon," Dury whispered. "I ain't gonna be around much anymore… I… have somethings I need to do… but," he sighed and shook his head. "Could you keep an eye on Gar for me, keep him out of trouble if he ever wakes up and… and remember me would you?" he looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Remember the Moth."

Croc gave him a weak smile and nodded. "Sure thing, Moth."

Dury gave him a smile before he pocketed his good hand and left, he wondered the streets for ages until he found himself at the docks again, near the furnaces.

The building was smouldering in the distance, but he didn't care, it was over for him.

He was not going to be a street kid anymore oh no, he was gonna be somebody in this town.

He looked up at a light and saw a few moths fluttering around it, a smile tugged at his lips.

He was a moth, but not just any moth… he was a killer moth. Ha that would work! Killer Moth.

Dury smirked before he wondered back into Gotham, a smile was on his face.

He was going to leave his mark.

Jonathan simply watched as Edward paced back and forth, back and forth. A cold look on his face, he looked like he wanted to murder someone.

Jonathan sighed as the pacing was getting irritating and he crossed his legs looking up at Edward before he suddenly lost his temper. "Edward, for god's sake what the hell is wrong?!"

Edward jumped but the scowl fell back in place and he glared. "That… son of a ignoramus!"

"What?" Jonathan questioned in confusion as he stared.

"Tom!"

"Who?"

"Tom, whatever his name it… he challenged me to a game of riddles!"

"Okay.. did you loose?"

Edward gave him a bizzar look before he shook his head. "No of course I didn't!"

"No of course you didn't," Jonathan muttered. "Whatever was I thinking?"

"He is also the man who stole Kristen from me!" Edward growled before he turned fully on Jonathan and slammed his hands on the desk. "And then he said he was going to 'stump me' next time!"

Jonathan simply stared at Edward dumbfounded.

He's crazy, Scarecrow whispered in his head and Jonathan nodded in agreement.

Edward was completely and utterly nuts if this was all that set him off. Edward was really crazy.

"Edward I think you're overreacting," Jonathan muttered before he picked up one of his books and began to read it, completely ignoring Edward as the man continued to pace again making Jonathan frown over the top of his book at him.

"I am not overreacting," Edward grit. "Anyone would act this way!"

"Anyone that was completely crazy you mean," Jonathan muttered under his breath as he turned the next page, just then it was pulled out of his hands and he was staring at a very angry Edward Nygma.

"What did you just say?" he snarled and Jonathan actually shrank back slightly in fear. "I am not… crazy! The idea is ludicrous!"

"Is it?" Jonathan replied dryly.

Edward smacked him around the back of the head before he pushed the book back in his chest. "You're the crazy one, you're the one with the voice in his head."

"Yet it seems I'm the one who's speaking the most logic."

"Logic, ha," Edward rolled his eyes and glared. "What would you know about logic."

Jonathan had wondered over to his book case and was now searching the shelves for a new read since Edward had lost his place. "A lot more then you it seems."

He got another roll of eyes for that one, not that Jonathan cared he was too busy searching the shelves for another book to read to pay attention to Edward and his tantrums.

He was a grown man and he still had tantrums, Jonathan frowned slightly at the thought before he rolled his eyes and shook his head, and to think he had the gall to call him illogical.

"You wouldn't know the first thing about logic if it came and smacked you in the face," Edward seethed, he seemed to be going for gold this time and he hadn't realised that Jonathan hadn't been listening for most of it.

Jonathan tilted his head slightly to the side with a frown on his face. "You still here?"

"Obviously."

"Shame, I thought you left hours ago," he returned coldly.

"Well I know your sanity left months ago," Edward returned with ice.

Jonathan span sharply on his heel and glared at the man before him, before he shook his head, deciding it was not worth it to get the toxin out and use it. Edward was hardly worth his time when it came to his fear.

It was quite simple really.

In fact, everything about Edward was, ironically, simple.

"Could you please leave, for the sake of what ever little sanity I have remaining in my head," Jonathan mumbled as he pulled a book from the shelves and walked over to the desk again, opening it on the page he wanted before he began to fiddle with the various equipment. "I have a lot I need to get down for tonight and you standing here yapping at me like a terrier is not helping."

Edward was now fuming and he looked like he wanted to kill Jonathan, but the boy simply gave his glare a dull and unimpressed look.

"If you are trying to scare me… you are failing."

"I've had it with you!" Edward yelled. "I've always been nice to you and what do you do? You toxin me,"

"Only once," Jonathan muttered absently.

"You abuse me!"

"It's hardly abuse," Jonathan scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

"And you insult me!"

"Okay that I will admit to doing, but only because half the time you deserve it."

Jonathan jumped slightly at the sound of a door slamming shut and then he heard a car engine start and then disappear.

A smirk moved across his face and he chuckled. "Idiot."

"It's just so terrible," Alice squeaked as she poured some tea into Luna's tea cup and wondered over to her desk, placing it on the table next to her victorian singer sowing machine, before she turned back to her friend as they sat at the back in the flea.

Luna simply nodded and took a little sip of the tea, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "It tastes icky," she mumbled.

Alice frowned and shook her head. "It's not bad, it's very nice," she took a quick sip muttering under her breath. "Once you get used to it of course."

Luna simply glared at the tea in the slightly cracked tea cup, in all honest she was shocked Alice had found a tea cup that you could use let alone two or even a whole set of mismatching tea cups and sourcers.

"Why Firefly even thought it was a good idea is beyond me," Alice shook her head in dismay. "Why would you run into a burning building?"

"Maybe he was trying to save someone?" Luna questioned with a raised eyebrow but Alice shook her head.

"No, no, not his style, he doesn't care, his feelings have been dead for a while."

Luna blinked before she tilted her head to the side. "Did you just rhyme?"

"I… may of done."

The young girl simply sat there staring at Alice before the two giggled and Luna took another sip of the tea, sticky her tongue out and gagging at the awful taste.

Lui was sitting outside of the den with a bored expression on his face.

The street kids thoughts were not interesting at all and his sister and Alice were also boring. There was nothing for him to do.

He slightly wished he'd stayed behind and sat in his room, it would of been so much more fun then this, at least then he could read a book.

Suddenly a little rat was chewing at his coat sleeve and Lui simply stared at it. He didn't cry out or scream, he just sat there and stared at the tiny creature as it continued to chew at his sleeve, it's little nose twitching as it's whiskers sniffed his arm, with little black beady eyes staring up at him, unblinking.

"Oh, sorry Lui," Rat chuckled as he scooped the little rat up and stroked it, letting it then run up his arm and sit on his shoulder, chewing slightly at his shirt he wore. "You hear about Gar?"

"Yeah," Lui whispered, he tapped his temple and frowned at the rest of the street kids. "Everyone's talking and thinking about it."

"It's scary," Otis whispered before he shook his head. "Dury's gone away for a bit, don't know where though. I'm sure my rats can find him."

"How old are you Otis?"

Otis blinked in surprise before he smiled and his rabbit teeth stuck out. "I'm 16, almost seventeen believe it or not, I think Croc's 18, not sure though. I know Gar was seventeen and Dury was 15. Big age difference when you think about it."

Lui simply nodded his head before he winced and grabbed at his head crying out slightly.

Otis frowned and grabbed the boy's shoulder to steady him. "Lui? What's wrong?"

"I.. I don't know," Lui whispered before he got to his feet and shook his head. "But there's something wrong. Someone's… someone's not got nice thoughts… they're really bad thoughts really really bad… they're scaring me."

Otis frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Lui's eyes shot open. "Oh no…" he whispered just as gun shots were fired, the kids all scrambled and Lui ran to his sister who held him close, Otis and Alice were next to them too.

"What's going on?" cried Alice as they heard gun shots outside and kids screaming, Otis dared a look outside of the little den and his eyes widened.

There he was, the bold man with the gun, his eyes piercing as they searched the crowd, a group of women flanked him all shooting there guns.

"Hello, everyone!" the man shouted and the kids suddenly calmed. "My name is Victor Zsasz, I'm here for Luna and Lucifer Fright, care to tell me where they are?"

All were silent and simply looked amongst themselves, whispers popped up around groups.

Zsasz waited before he lost his temper. "Please!" he yelled and the kids all screamed before they all looked in the direction of Alice's little shop.

Otis felt his eyes widen and he turned back to the group. "We're dead. It's Zsasz, freaking Zsasz!"

Luna blinked before she looked down at Lui and he nodded his head before she turned back to Alice and Otis.

"You can't tell anyone about this," Luna whispered as she took Alice's hand while Lui took Otis's.

Suddenly the shadows came and wrapped themselves around then and then they were in the street just as Zsasz pulled the curtain back and glared at the empty space.

Luna and Lui backed away as Otis and Alice stared at them in shock and confusion.

The brother and sister pulled their hoods up and Lui held Luna's hand and the little girl frowned before she looked to the floor.

"Please don't tell anyone," she whispered before they ran into a shadow and disappeared.

They were then in Jonathan's house and the two nodded, running into the room they knew Jonathan would be working in.

"Jonathan!" Luna cried as they ran and he jumped slightly before he turned to them and frowned as they hugged his legs and cried against them.

Jonathan crouched so he would be their level and he hugged them both. "Hey what's wrong? Were some of those kids mean to you?"

"No," Luna sobbed. "Victor Zsasz came after us."

Jonathan felt his eyes widen.

He knew who Victor Zsasz was, he'd heard about him and he knew what he did.

Most importantly he knew who he worked for.

Falcone.

What would Falcone want with Luna and Lui?

"Do they know where you went?" Jonathan questioned and Luna shook her head.

"I used my powers."

"Good girl," Jonathan smiled before he quickly began to pack his bags and his equipment, taking as much as he could.

"You two, go and pack your back packs we're gonna see if there is somewhere else we can stay, I don't trust us to be here."

They nodded and ran into their rooms packing their bags as quickly as possible, while Jonathan packed away his father's research the extra toxin he had, his mask and the gauntlet as well as a few of his books.

He heard a car pull up outside his house and he quickly grabbed his coat pulling it on before he ran into Luna and Lui's room.

"Come on, we gotta go now!"

They nodded and ran after him as he ran to the back door only for it to be kicked open as a group of men stood there with guns.

Jonathan went wide eyed as he backed away and turned to Luna and lui. "Run, run!"

They ran in the opposite direction running up the stairs and slamming a door shut, using a bed as a blockade.

Jonathan blinked a few times as he desperately tried to think of a way out of this and then he hadn't.

"Use your powers," he told them as he pulled out his mask and the gauntlet. "We'll have to take these guys out one at a time and you two need to use your powers. Split up, they won't know what hit them."

Luna and Lucifer nodded before Luna pulled Lui towards a shadow and two disappeared leaving Jonathan alone as he fixed his gauntlet on and pulled the mask on over his head.

The door bust open but Jonathan was ready and he jumped at them, flicking his wrist and using the toxin to his advantage as he sprayed it in their faces.

Luna left Lui in his room and he focussed on the thoughts of the men making them collapse while luna made the shadows shatter or she used them like waves in the sea to wipe them out.

Jonathan had taken to using his toxin when he needed but for the others he simply used the fighting techniques Mist had taught him until there was only one left.

He grabbed him and shoved him against the wall.

"Who sent you?!" he growled as he held the gauntlet up to the man's face. "I said who sent you?!"

"Penguin!" the man spluttered as he stared in fear at the gauntlet.

"Who?!"

"Oswald Cobblepot!"

Jonathan narrowed his eyes before he hissed at him. "Thanks." and then he sprayed him in the face, picking up his back and taking his mask off as he met Luna and Lui down stairs.

He beckoned them to follow him as he left for the city.

Oswald sat in his chair his men either side of him as he awaited his other troop to come back from their job.

All of a sudden then men fell to the ground crying out in pain and agony and Cobblepot stood up in shock as he stared before he heard a soft chuckle come from the shadows.

"Who's there?" he growled.

In return he got a slow clap as a figure stepped out of the shadows dressed in a long coat a scarecrow mask on his face.

Flanking him at either side were a boy and girl.

It reminded Oswald of the ghost of christmas present when he reveals the two children, pain and starvation at the bottom of his cloak.

It was just as scary.

"You did well, Penguin," the figure chuckled before it got closer. "But your men are no match for me."

"You?" Penguin went wide eyed before he narrowed. "You're the boy I was after."

"Yes, well… half yes and half no," Scarecrow chuckled. "I'm Scarecrow, you were after Jonathan and these two lovely people behind me," he gestured to Luna and Lui. "Well, they're my family but if you really want to know their names," he casted a glance to Luna. "This is Midfright and this…" he looked at Lucifer and frowned slightly before grinning. "Is Nightmare and they… are my family."

He stormed up to Cobblepot and he was thankfully taller then him, that made threatening him so much more easier. "Keep that in mind, because if you go for me or my family again, I shall go and get at yours. Understand?!"

Oswald nodded slowly.

"Good," Scarecrow chuckled and began to walk away.

"It wasn't me who sent them…" Oswald cried as Scarecrow turned and glared. "I mean I sent the men but under an order from Falcone… he wants your family and the toxin. He knows you have it," Oswald smiled and waddled over to him. "If I help you get rid of Falcone, then you can help me get to the top."

Scarecrow laughed. "You see I'd trust you, if you hadn't just told me you're ratting out your boss."

Oswald smirked. "Falcone for me is just a means to an end, I have no use for him later," he limped over to the boy and stared up at him. "But you… you're different. I can tell. A lot like myself looking for something greater then what you've been given."

"That is true…"

"You help me get to the top and in process… I can get rid of Falcone and your problems and you'll have respect."

Scarecrow grinned and he suddenly found his mind wandering to Edward in this odd moment. "I know of someone else who would also be a great help to this… little scheme."

Penguin tilted his head to the side. "And who might that be?"

"Oh.. he's a bit of an enigma… but you can call him Riddler," Scarecrow chuckled. "He's a genius and can help us a lot when it comes to leaving no evidence behind."

Oswald smiled and held his hand out to the boy. "So… do wer have a deal?"

Scarecrow looked down at the hand before he smirked and took it.

"Deal."

T.B.C:

Note: Oh No! Looks like Jonny is teaming up with Penguin :( and he's dragging Edward into it too :P Let me know how you liked this one, you know I love me some of them reviews! :D