Forlorn faces.

It was no lie, most of Gotham had something strange going on in and around it's general criminal activity, but recently, something very strange had been going on. Something that not many were expecting.

Carmin Falcone took a boy from the streets, he had been in a coma, now he was out and he was with Falcone. but that was all anyone knew.

Not a word was spoken of his name and no one would listen to those who knew who it was.

All that was known was the boy was now 18 and he was going to become one of Falcone's inforcers but that was all anyone knew.

They watched and listened out for the boy, but all that was known was his name, well an alias and that was it.

Firefly.

Dury sprinted through the streets, it had gone wrong it had gone terribly, terribly wrong. He should of known better but like an idiot he thought he'd be fine, he thought he'd be safe and then he wasn't.

His gang was gone and they'd only been running for a week and now they were gone, arrested with the rest of the guys that had been there at the time.

Dury was lucky to get away and he knew that, he knew very well that he'd been lucky to get away.

As he ran he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, but shrugged it off as just him being paranoid about the police, that was all it was, nothing more nothing less.

He ran and jumped, dogging as many things as he could determined to keep away from anyone and everyone until he got to the small apartment building he was using as a hideout.

He was now starting to wish he'd never wore such bright clothes, it did make him easier to spot and he knew this but… he didn't care now he he did care, now he cared a lot.

Finally, the apartment was in sight and all he'd need to do now was climb up the staircase on the outside till he reached his floor and he'd be safe and sound away from the cops.

It took longer then what he'd been happy with, but he was able to climb the ladders and sneak into the hall before he was then running to his apartment and ramming door open before he slammed it shut, once inside he slumped against the kitchen work top and breathed heavily.

A light chuckle rang through the air and he froze.

No one else was supposed to be here.

He went to turn, when someone grabbed his arm and twisted it the wrong way, the feeling of the other man's skin was rough and raggedy, like it was covered in scars, he felt it next to his face, as a hand was placed around his mouth preventing him from screaming and then he heard the chuckle again, right next to his ear.

He was frozen, frozen solid as he stared at the kitchen before he felt rough skin against his face followed by more laughter as he struggled again.

"Hello, Dury," the person whispered next to his ear and Dury freezes. Everyone who knew he lived here knew him as Cameron Van Clear, not Dury Walker. "Long time no see, old friend."

Edward was pacing, pacing back and forth as he took in what Mist had said to him, it had been a month since Jonathan had gone and lost control, Mist had since been teaching him how to try and control his split, while Eve, his shrink was trying to help him get rid of it.

But from what Mist had told Edward he knew it was a useless attempt.

She'd told him that the other persona had manifested itself too strongly in Jonathan's psyche for it to go and even if they managed to get it away it wouldn't go down without a fight. Not easily at all.

He slowed to a stop as the horrid truth settled in his brain.

Jonathan would be stuck like this forever and there was nothing he could do about it and he knew that. But he wished there was something he could do, he wished he could just do something.

Luna and Lucifer had begun to master their powers and were starting to do new tricks and learned to control their old tricks.

He was still working at the GCPD, he still hated Tom's guts and he was determined to get rid of him some how, he just needed to think of a way to do it and that hadn't come into his head yet.

Oswald was still ordering them around, most of the time it was stop this set of drugs from getting here or rob this bank of this amount of money, very rarely was it anything to do with killing and if it was, they sent Mist to do that since she was the trained professional and she also had the personality that didn't mind doing it.

Well she had the personality she could control that didn't mind doing it.

Edward huffed and sat down on his seat before he looked over and saw Mist and Jonathan meditating on the floor, it had been something Mist had come up with. It seemed to calm the Scarecrow side of Jonathan's personality.

Luna and Lucifer were practicing in the corner and Enigma was sitting next to them reading.

All in all, you wouldn't think that the people in the room were actually highly trained criminals now, even Edward was, well he helped but he wouldn't class himself as a criminal, he more knew that they were happening he just didn't try to stop them.

"Edward? Everything okay?"

He blinked and looked over at Mist who was staring at him intently before a smile graced her lips and she giggled.

"What?" he frowned before looking slightly worried. "Is there something on my face?"

"Other then your face, no," Jonathan muttered as he sat with his eyes closed.

Edward glared slightly. "You're not even looking."

"Hmm.. just because I'm not focusing on you, doesn't mean I'm not looking," he hummed, a small smile spread across his lips, before he winced when he felt a piece of paper hit the side of his head.

"Ow," what was that for?"

"You deserved that," Mist chuckled as she got to her feet, walking over to where Edward was sitting in the kitchen.

"I think it was a little harsh," Jonathan mumbled as he followed her.

"Just be glad it wasn't an electric shock," she mumbled before rubbing her head wear a scar lay.

"You were there when the electrocutioner hit?"

"Hmm.. did not like it, one bit."

Edward was oddly silent, simply sitting there tapping his finger against the table. He looked to be in deep thought and you could either see that as a good thing or a bad thing.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"What's got you all silent?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

He turned to her and frowned slightly. "What if there's someone like Anonymous again, that we have to stop, I mean… he isn't the only one and there is going to be more correct?"

Mist and Jonathan exchanged glances before nodding slightly.

"What if… what if we get caught by someone like him again, what are we going to do?"

"What we did the first time," Mist hissed as she stormed into the other room. "We'll kill them."

Dury stood in silence and stared at the ghost of a man he was once friends with.

Gar smirked at him, his burns wrinkled and the scars stretched and pulled.

"Hey, Dury. You miss me?"

Dury didn't know what to say. Standing before him was an 18 year old and highly burnt up Garfield Lyons, who still held that same sort of smirk which consisted of malice and attitude.

"How… how are you here? How…" he swallowed staring at Gar in shock. "How are you still alive, the burns…"

"Yeah, Docs said I was very lucky to be alive," Gar shrugged like it was nothing major at all. "So I guess that's a sign that I ain't done. I still got loads more to do and you are gonna help me do it."

"Help you?" Dury shook his head. "I ain't helping you!"

Gar's smile dropped and he stalked up to Dury who took a few steps back. "You are gonna help me."

"No… no I'm not, I won't help you!"

Gar growled in response and flicked his wrist, the small flame thrower popped out and he glared, grabbing Dury and holding the flam to his face, not touching it, but just enough to feel the heat. "Ya wanna know how hot it needs to be to do this?" he gestured to himself before he grabbed him again. "Do you wanna know what it feels like to have your flesh melt?!"

"I.. I… please, Gar, please.." Dury whimpered as he stared at the flame that was edging closer to his face.

"I trusted you, Dury. That's why I came to you, but also because without me, what are you but a little street brat?"

"I'm… I'm Killer Moth!"

"Heh," Garfield shook his head. "And I'm Firefly, you know what that means, us bugs gotta stick together."

"But… but I don't want to burn Gotham!"

"We ain't just gonna burn her Dury," Firefly pulled him away from the wall and smirked. "We're gonna destroy some of the people in it too! Starting with the ones who are targeting old man Falcone!"

"Why does it matter?"

Garfield sighed and walked away from him and turned to show Victor Zsasz standing there smiling at him.

Dury paled, of course he knew who this was, anyone, who was anyone knew who this was.

"Gar… what's… what's going on?"

"What's going on Dury, is I'm part of old man Falcone's hit squad," he grabbed him by his hoody and smirked. "And you're gonna be part of it too!"

"But… but I don't want to."

"Ha, you idiot," Gar slammed him against the wall, making sure his head hit it with enough force to knock him out and then he let him drop and Dury lay there still. A smirk fell across Gar's face. "As if you had a choice."

T.B.C:

Note: Oh no! What's Gar up to and poor Dury, he's really not having any luck is he.. :P Hope you guys liked this chapter! :D Please leave a review, you know I love them! :D