I feel like a monster.

Jonathan was silent as he watched Eve take her seat and look over at him, a smile lay on her face, but he could see it was forced.

"I heard that the man who killed your sister is dead," Jonathan whispered before he took a quick glance at Eve and she nodded her head dumbly.

"Yes, yes he is…" she trailed off and placed a curl behind her ear before she pulled her clip bored up and faced him smiling. "So.. how have you been?"

"I've been good, Eve," Jonathan smiled slightly as he heard the scarecrow laughing in the back of his mind.

"No problems recently?" she questioned.

Jonathan paused as his mind casted back to the ordeal with Penguin's men at his house. "Just a little trouble with the neighbours, it's all sorted now."

"That's good," Eve smiled before she chewed the end of her pencil. "So tell me, have you had any other… voices recently?"

"Umm no, not recently," Jonathan lied before he smiled and folded his hands in his lap. "It's actually been quite quiet."

"What about your nightmares?"

"Umm…" Jonathan trailed off slightly. "Those… haven't gone but they haven't gotten worse."

"That's good," Eve nodded as she wrote something down on her note book before she looked at Jonathan who was checking his watch.

"I'm sorry, is there somewhere you need to be?"

"Umm, no, it's just I'm meeting a friend that's all."

"Oh? Who is your friend?" she questioned looking up at him from behind her glasses.

"His name is Edward Nygma," Jonathan smiled slightly.

"E,Nygma?" the Doctor questioned with a raised eyebrow, her pen poised over her notes.

"Yes," Jonathan answered with a laugh. "I didn't believe it the first time I heard it, but yes that is his name. It suits him actually."

"Well, I suppose everyone's name suits them, doesn't it?"

"Yes…" Jonathan paused before he nodded, his mind casting back to the Scarecrow, "Yes it does."

He sighed before he looked at his watch and frowned once more. "I have to get going… I'm sorry," he quickly got to his feet, grabbing his long coat as he ran towards the door, knocking over one of the potted plants and he paled slightly, quickly picking it up. "Sorry, again," he cried as he ran out of the room rushing off down the halls, ignoring Jerome as he laughed at him.

Edward was going to kill him he was so late.

Edward stood there, his hands in his coat, the coat making him look even taller as he watched the cars drive past, suddenly a coffee was placed in his hand and he turned to see Mist smiling at him, her hair was covered by a hat as the she was wearing her jacket and she was smiling that same playful smile of hers.

"Mist?" Edward frowned slightly before he smiled a tiny bit out of common curtsy. "What are you brining me coffee for?"

"I wanted to say sorry, for the fact I lied and the fact that.. I kept it from you for so long."

"There's no need to apologise."

"Yes there is, there's every need to apologise," she sighed and took a sip of her coffee before she frowned and looked up at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I… have a friend… it's Jonathan actually he wants me to help him and… and Oswald Cobblepot."

"Oswald Cobblepot?" Mist frowned before she shook her head. "Edward, a man like Oswald can not be trusted, hell I wouldn't even trust Jonathan fully myself," she sighed and shook her head. "They're just too unpredictable and Jonathan is just… he's a loose cannon," Mist turned away and took a sip of her coffee. "Believe me, I speak from experience."

"I bet you do," Edward murmured as he took another sip of his coffee before he turned to Mist and frowned slightly. "Jonathan told me what you said, to get Croc and Rat to help you find me, save me from Anonymous."

Mist gulped slightly as she turned to look up at him. "Oh? What did he say I say?"

"He said that you still loved me," Edward looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Is that true? Do you still hold romantic feelings for me?"

Mist sighed and turned to him with a deep frown set across her face. She wasn't one to speak her emotions and she knew for a fine fact that since she'd been here her and Edward had not been friends. They'd fight all the time, if anything they were now constantly at war with each other, but that was only because she was angry at Edward and she was angry at herself for still loving him.

"Edward…" she sighed and shook her head. "I never meant to start a war," she whispered before she shook her head in shame. "I never wanted to fight, it… sorta just happens and I'm sorry that it does."

"Why do you fight me?" Edward asked with a frown. "We were so close when we were younger, what happened?"

"You left me," Mist whispered. "And you never said why you left you simply left," she shrugged and sniffed slightly before she turned away and frowned deeper. "I hated you for that and I always hated you but when I saw you again… I realised I still… loved you and then I was angry at myself for still holding a torch to you when you were clearly an old flame."

Edward turned away and frowned slightly. "I'm sorry I left… it was not my intention to hurt you."

"No," Mist smiled and looked up at him. "You're not a bad person Edward so I know you didn't mean to hurt me. Anyway I should leave now, Jonathan's here."

Edward watched in silence as she left, before he turned to see Jonathan walking over to him a raised eyebrow asking an unspoken question.

Edward knows what he is asking so he gives him the answer. "She says I shouldn't trust you."

"She is right, you shouldn't," Jonathan nodded in understanding before he smiled and looked up at Edward, pushing his unruly hair to the side. "But we both know that you will."

A small nod is all he gets in response before the line of questioning comes. "Can we really trust Cobblepot? I mean, what if this is just a trap to get Luna and Lui and the toxin?"

"I do not trust him," Jonathan snarled back before he shook his head. "But, it is a risk I am willing to take, Falcone is a dangerous man and I can not risk my family getting hurt."

Edward's eyes widened and Jonathan couldn't help but smirk slightly. "Yes Edward, that's right I did call them my family, because if truth be told that is what Luna and Lui are, they're my family."

Edward is silent before he nods before he frowns ever so slightly and turns to his friend. "What about my family? What about Enigma, if I get mixed up in this will she even be safe?"

"Don't worry," Jonathan assured. "I've told Penguin your name is Riddler, he will not know it is you."

"He knows what I look like," Edward hissed as he stared down at the boy before.

Jonathan frowned slightly and tapped a finger to his chin in thought. "That may be a problem," he mused before he smirked. "We'll just have to give you a new look."

Edward blinked in slight confusion. "A new look, what do you mean?"

"I mean that we are going to have to show what the Riddler looks like," Jonathan smirked. "Much like how I am the Scarecrow, we shall show Penguin who the Riddler is."

Croc is silent as he watches his prey in the distance watching it as it scurries away and hides where it thinks it is safe, but it is not safe not in the sewers.

He inches a bit closer getting ready to strike his eyes are homed in on his prey as it smells the air and then just as he is about to strike a net comes down and scoops the little rat up to safety and out of his reach.

Of course Croc knows of only one person in Gotham who would mess with anyone to save the damn sewer rat, another freaking sewer rat.

"For god's sake Otis, I'm starving!" Croc growls up at the boy who is sitting on a ledge of a pipe in the sewers.

Otis stairs down at him and places the little rat on his shoulder where it begins to chew at his coat. "Then by a hot dog or steal one, but don't go eating my rats! There's barely any meet on them anyway."

"They ain't your rats," Croc growls up at him before he shakes his head and sighed. "Why you even here? I thought you were at the Flea."

"I was," Rat shrugged slightly before he hooked the net over his shoulder and let one of his legs drape over the side of the pipe, the other was pulled up to his chest, with his hand resting neatly on it. "But Zsasz came."

"Zsasz?" Croc raised a curious eyebrow at him and frowned slightly. "What's a nut job like Victor Zsasz doing at the Flea?"

"He was after Luna and Lui," Otis paused before he looked back at Croc. "I haven't the foggiest why though."

"Damn," Waylon muttered before he shook his head and looked back up at Otis. "Say Rat, you sure it was Zsasz, I mean everyone knows he's the righthand man for Falcone. If he wants someone outta the way he calls up Zsasz."

"You think I'd mistake someone else for Zsasz?" Otis shrieked. "No one could mistake Zsasz, it's impossible."

"I guess you're right,"

They heard soft footsteps from the other end of the sewers and they quickly hid, Otis turning his torch off as he hid in the corner while Croc his behind the pipe, peering out they saw a lantern at the end of a stick before the followed the light to the person who was holding it.

Croc raised a curious eyebrow. "Alice?"

The girl shrieked and looked like she was going to have a heart attack before Otis turned his torch back on and jumped down in front of her, with Croc following after him.

"What you doing down here?" he questioned as he eyed the sowing machine in her hand and then he saw the lantern.

"Ummm what's with the lamp?"

"I didn't have a torch and this was the only thing I could find," Alice whispered before she shook her head and fumbled with her sowing machine. "Plus this is rather heavy, do you think you could just carry it for me?"

Croc smirked before he nodded and took the sowing machine out of her hands before Otis held his torch out to Alice. "I'll do you a trade," he said smiling as his eyes casted over the lamp and the stand it was on. "I kinda like the lantern."

Alice smiled brightly and held it out to him and two of them traded their tools before turning to Croc and smiling up at him.

Croc shook his head. "You two look a right pair," he grumbled before he turned to Alice. "Why are you down here anyway?"

"I did not know where it was safe to be, since Zsasz attacked the Flea," Alice sighed and shook her head. "So decided to find a new place where I could have a nice warm bed and hopefully not end up dead."

"Are you rhyming?"

"Maybe."

Croc blinked. "Any reason you're rhyming?"

Alice shook her head and smiled up at him. "No, no, no, oh heavens no, it just happens."

"Right…" Croc trailed off before he casted a quick glance to Otis who was petting the rats at the edge of the wall.

For some unknown reason the rats just seemed to love him and it was a love he returned equally.

"How does he do that?" Alice whispered as she stared in awe at Otis and his rats.

Croc sniffed the air before he muttered absently to her. "It's probably a distant relative."

Otis turned sharply on him and glared. "Yeah, well where are you distant relatives huh?"

"Take it easy, Rat it was only a joke," Croc grunted back before he shrugged and gestured for them to follow. "I have a place down here we can stay. It's dry and clean no sewer water ever gets there and it has a direct tunnel to the outside world near the docks."

Alice blinked a few times before she turned to Rat who was still holding the lantern, it seemed to suit him in an odd way.

"So, you guys gonna stay?" Croc asked as they entered the very place he was talking about.

Otis smiled and jumped on one of the mattresses. "I ain't got no where else to go."

"Nor have I, oh Croc you do not mind us staying do you?" Alice questioned.

"Course I don't," Croc grunted before he placed Alice's sowing machine down on the floor. "It'll be nice to have the company."

Scarecrow stood at Oswald's nightclub and smiled slightly as the man came waddling in, a look of annoyance on his face.

"You're late," he stated making Jonathan smirk.

"Am I?"

"Yes," Oswald snarled before he sat down on one of the seats of his nightclub and looked up at Scarecrow, studying him before he looked around the rest of the place. "Where's your friend?"

"Oh, he's just coming…" he trailed off and turned, a smile flickering on under the mask as Edward entered the building but it really was hard to tell it was him.

They'd managed to find a green leather coat with a hood, that Edward had up of course to hid his face, it had black trimming it and he was wearing black trousers with black and green boots, they were quite high boots but they made good for climbing with. He also wore long black leather gloves and the coat was long with tails that flapped around at his heels.

He was wearing a dark green shirt with a purple tie, but the tie had a big bold question mark on it.

"This is the Riddler," Jonathan said with a smile as Edward came and stood next to him, keeping his face hidden before he pulled the black bandanna up around his mouth showing only his eyes, he pulled the hood down and there resting on his head were a pair of purple goggles, which shone in the light as he turned slightly.

Oswald raised a curious eyebrow. "You're both eccentric."

"As are you," Scarecrow smirked before he gave Edward a look and he watched as Edward nodded back and clicked a button on a device that was against his hip and attached to his belt.

"So what do you want us to do?" he questioned and the voice changer at his hip, distorted his voice to the point you wouldn't recognise him if you heard him without the voice recorder.

Oswald smiled. "I need you to… rob a bank for me, it's just one where the mob keep most of their money," Oswald limped over to them and smiled. "If you are able to do it and are successful then… well it will help me get rid of Falcone, trust me on that."

Scarecrow smirked. "Sure thing, see you then Penguin, me and Riddler have some work we need to do," he turned and grabbed Edward who quickly pulled his hood back up as they wondered out of the club, to Edward car.

It was quiet on the streets there was nobody really around and once they were in the car Edward grabbed Jonathan's arm. "You never said anything about robbing banks!"

"Edward calm down," Scarecrow hissed. "All shall be fine, the banks won't even notice."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't even have to be there," Scarecrow snarled as he glared at Edward before he nodded for him to start the engine.

"What do you mean who don't have to be there?" Edward asked as he drove off towards their next destination.

"I mean… who do we know that could just click her little fingers and have the money in front of us anywhere we wanted?" Jonathan hissed as he got his gauntlet ready, pulling the mask on as he went.

"Luna…" Edward whispered before he stared at Jonathan. "Are you sure it's wise getting the kids involved?"

"Of course, besides it'll be good practice," Jonathan looked up and frowned. "Stop the car right here."

Edward paused before he glanced at the boy and then turned to see what was going on.

It was a group of boys, much bigger built then what Jonathan was and they all seemed to the high school jocks.

Jonathan got out and stuck to the shadows and all Edward could do was watch as the boy skilfully and scarily was able to get around the back of the group and climb up on the wall before he jumped down in the middle of them and began to use his toxin.

Just then one of the them, the leader Edward supposed began to run away grabbing a cheerleader on the way and pushing her into a car.

Just when he thought it was fine and Jonathan would come back after getting his revenge, it got worse.

Much worse.

Jonathan jumped onto the car's bonnet, smashing the window with his fist after he punched it a few times, Edward didn't even want to know just how much anger was driving the boy to do this and then he watched in abject horror as he sprayed the car full of the toxin, before he jumped off and watched as it crashed into a wall.

Edward was out of the car and running over to it as Jonathan lay on the floor laughing.

He checked a pulse, the boy who still alive but badly hurt, by the looks of things he wouldn't be walking ever again but the girl…

His eyes widened as he stared at her body as it was half way, wedged out of the windshield.

She was dead.

Jonathan got to his feet and walked over to him. "I told you it would only be a scare."

"She's dead Jonathan!" Edward shouted at him making Jonathan frown and shake his head. "No, no she can't be dead, she's alive, she has to be!"

"She isn't," Edward grabbed Jonathan and pulled back to his car before he quickly drove off, the boy had been silent for the whole journey as what he had down sunk in.

Edward in the meantime was scolding himself, how could he have been so stupid? How could he even have thought Jonathan knew what he was doing enough to trust him with something like this?

The answer, he shouldn't of done.

Otis pulled his blanket up and petted the little rat that had decided to nestle it's self next to him and he smiled before he looked up and watched as Alice combed her hair before she lay down and pulled her own blankets up around herself.

The room they were in was lit by the lantern in the middle of the circle of beds, Otis on the left, Alice in the middle and then Croc on the right.

Croc was the easiest to please when it came to beds he just pattered his pillow down and he was all good.

"Say, Otis," he muttered as he turned to look at the smaller kid. "You got any plans of what you might do if you ever get out of this life?"

Otis looked up at him and smiled. "Actually I do, I want to be a rat-catcher, catch my little friends and then let them out into the wild where they won't be hurt be people," he giggled slightly and stroked the rat again before he looked over at Croc. "What about you?"

"I don't know," Croc rubbed the back of his neck. "The only thing I could get into would be the freak show at a circus."

"That would be cool," Otis cried with a smile. "Croc, the Gator man!"

"Ha, very funny, Rat-catcher," Croc smirked before he turned to Alice. "What about you Alice? Any plans?"

"Oh I'd love to open my own dress shop," Alice smiled at them and clasped her hands together in delight. "A vintage dress shop of course though, where all the clothes are hand sown."

Croc smiled at that and laughed slightly. "Of course you would."

"Well, I don't know about you," Otis yawned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly and pulled the goggles of his head, resting them neatly at his side. "But I'm tired so.. good night."

"Good night," Alice called as she curled up in a ball and began to fall asleep before Croc shook his head and turned the lantern off, before he rolled onto his back and called out to his two friends. "Good night."

Mist was surprised to get a knock at the door, even more surprised when she found out it was Edward.

She frowned as he came in, pulling in a very tired and very disturbed looking Jonathan with him, before he lay the boy down on the sofa and turned to Mist with a pleading look.

Mist raised a curious eyebrow and motioned for him to tell his tale.

Edward shook his head. "In short, Jonathan killed someone," he looked over to see the boy had fallen asleep. "And I'm not sure if he didn't mean to do it."

Mist nodded her head in understanding. "You think it was Scarecrow who took control?"

"Most likely the probable cause."

"Right…" she nodded before she looked up at him and frowned. "It's late Edward and I am really tired, no offence, could we sort this out in the morning?"

Edward nodded and wandered over to the sofa frowning slightly. "Where can I sleep?"

Mist rubbed her arms nervously. "You can always sleep next to me if you don't mind."

Edward felt himself go red before he nodded and tried to ignore the heat that was creeping up his neck.

Once they were in the bed Edward simply stared at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, not with Mist next to him like this it… old feelings die hard he supposed.

"Are you awake?" he whispered.

"Yes," Mist answered as she was also staring at the ceiling. "After the conversation we had this morning… this is rather awkward."

"So it's not just me then," Edward breathed a sigh of relief.

"No," Mist laughed. "It's not just you."

"Ya know…" Edward whispered as he rubbed his arm nervously. "About what you said this morning if you… ya know say you wanted to try again I wouldn't mind.."

Mist breathed in deeply before she glanced at him and turned to the ceiling again. "Edward, I am going to put this in a term I know you will understand, but at the moment from the shoulders down, my shields are up."

"Right," Edward whispered before turned so he was facing the wall. "Uhh goodnight then?"

"Goodnight, Edward," Mist whispered as she closed her eyes and let herself fall into a blissful sleep.

Neither of them noticed Jonathan standing in the doorway, watching through the crack, once he was certain they were asleep, he quickly grabbed his things and ran to the window, opening it and slipping out onto the streets.

Except it wasn't Jonathan who was in control.

For tonight was going to be the first terrifying night of the Scarecrow.

T.B.C:

Note: Jonny's going bad bad bad!

Wonder whats gonna happen next? Guys please please please review! Ya know I love me them reviews! :D