A/N: Sorry for this chapter being late! Yesterday was hectic. I hope you enjoy this.

Ridley's P.O.V.

"You really shouldn't goad Jon on like that Edward," Selina told Riddler. "You know how he gets when you do that."

"He needs to grow up then," Riddler said dismissively. He had a funny look on his face like he couldn't decide between feeling sorry or annoyed. "Besides, he started it."

"Now who's sounding childish?" Selina chided. "Honestly, if I didn't come over to check on them once or twice a week they'd kill each other." Selina turned to me, "but now you're here Ridley! I'll finally be able to get out and about again."

Oh goodie, I got to watch them to make sure they didn't kill each other in the future. Maybe I should get let them go at it, save Batman and the police the trouble and resources needed to keep them in Arkham.

"Hmmm," Selina said titling her head and studying me. "On second thought, I might stop in once a week or so. Ridley might get into trouble."

"No she won't," Riddler said, "I'll keep an eye on her."

"Edward, do you remember the last time you said you'd keep an eye on someone?" Selina asked. "It was poor Query. She ended up being used for Jons 'Research'."

"I remember," Riddler admitted. "I was distracted because Echo had-"

"The point is that you're completely hopeless when 'keeping an eye' on others." Selina interrupted. "I might need to come in more often speaking of Jon and his 'Research' now that I think about it."

"Jon has a fondness of using people to experiment on with his Fear Toxin," Riddler explained to me. "It gets quite annoying."

"He particularly likes it when something with his Toxin goes wrong," Selina added. "You need to be carful around him Ridley."

Why? I gave her a confused look.

"You're subjection to the Fear Toxin was one that made all of us very surprised and curious." Riddler said. "You didn't show a lot of physical reaction to the Toxin, I personally think it's because you're mute. Have you always been that way?"

I don't know, I signed, shrugging helplessly. It was true, I didn't remember anything before Bruce had saved me. Of course there was that possible memory from when I was injected with the Fear Toxin, but that could've been just something my brain had made up, right? It seemed so real though... I shivered subconsciously.

"Are you ok Ridley?" Selina asked.

I nodded, waving my hand. Fine.

"You sure?" she asked, "because I was certain that-"

She was interrupted by a yell of anger coming from the direction that Scarecrow had gone.

Riddlers face tightened, "That'd be Jon having problems again."

"Do you think we should go check on him?" Selina asked, concerned. She really was the mother cat out of all of them, wasn't she?

"He's probably fine," Selina said.

"He could've had some Fear Toxin blow up in his face," Riddler pointed out. "It wouldn't be the first time. He's always being so careless with it. I keep telling him to be careful; he just ignores me."

"Fine," Selina sighed. "But if he lashes out, it's your fault."

I trailed behind both of them as they made their way to what must've been Scarecrows lab. I had to admit that I was fairly curious to see the Rouges work spaces. Not even Bruce had seen them. He'd seen the products of their efforts, all of Gotham had, but not their personal lairs.

Riddler, being either polite or cautious, knocked on the door, "Jon, are you ok in there?"

"Fine!" I heard Scarecrow yell, not sounding 'fine' at all. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Riddler asked.

"Yes!"

"He's not fine," Riddler decided after a second. He opened the door and I saw that Scarecrow was falling sideways.

"Shit," Riddler cursed, hurrying to catch Scarecrow before he hit his head on the cement floor. "I knew that this would happen."

He gently guided Scarecrow to the floor and sat down next to him with a worried look on his face.

"I told him to be careful. Even suggested that he figure out a way so that he'd be immune to his own Fear Toxin. I offered to help him after it happened the last time but noooo, he had to be a stubborn ass and not listen to me."

"To be fair," Selina said, "nobody really listens to you."

Riddler scowled at Selina before turning his attention back to Scarecrow, "How the heck did this even happen?"

I walked over to the table that Scarecrow had been standing over before he fell and saw some broken glass in a puddle of liquid I assumed was Fear Toxin.

"Don't touch that!" Riddler barked, noticing it.

I'm not stupid, I signed at him.

"Of course you aren't," Riddler said automatically. "You got 100% on your test."

"We have more important things to worry about," Selina said, "he must've had the vial in his hand when it broke, his hand is cut. The Toxin must've entered his body that way." She pointed at Scarecrows left hand which was bleeding.

"Selina go get some band aids," Riddler ordered.

"Don't order me around," Selina hissed, but she did as he said and walked hurriedly out the door.

Does this happen often? I sign. But of course because of my current limited knowledge of sign language, it more came out like, happen often? So much for complete sentences.

"No, thankfully," Riddler sighed. His face was pinched with concern and if I didn't know any better, I would've called it cute. "It only happened a few times before, but those were just malfunctions of his gear."

He gear. Of course. I was drawing a blank and had a stupid look on my face, but thankfully Riddler wasn't paying attention.

"We need to move him," Riddler muttered, more to himself. I studied Scarecrow who's face had gone deathly pale. Faint beads of sweat collected on his brow and he twitched.

"It's starting," Riddler said. "Ridley."

I glanced up at him. Yes?

"You're going to have to help me carry him into one of the spare rooms in the back."

Ummm... sure I guess? I wasn't to thrilled about the prospect but I guess I had no other choice.

"Grab his feet then," Riddler said, looping his arms underneath Scarecrows armpits and hoisting him up.

Having no other choice but to help, I grabbed Scarecrows ankles and followed Riddler to where ever he was taking him. I grunted under the weight. Who knew that someone so lanky and tall would be so damn heavy? I tottered along, fixing my grapes on Scarecrows ankles so I didn't drop them (though I most certainly felt like doing it. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it).

Riddler kicked a door open revealing a small dark room with and equally small dingy bed tucked in a corner. After dumping Scarecrow on the bed, Riddler let out a sigh.

"Well we at least got that done," he said with wiry grin. "Thanks Ridley."

Eh, no big deal. I shrugged.

"I'll have Selina bandage him up," Riddler continued. "Let's go back to the living room. These walls are sound proof but I've found that even being in Jons' lab won't save you from hearing the screams."

Screams. Right. Victims of Scarecrows Fear Toxin screamed when they saw their fears. Obviously Scarecrow wasn't an exception.

We were just leaving the lab when Selina came back with some bandages, and she frowned at both of us.

"You're going to make me do it?" She asked Riddler disapprovingly.

"Ridley and I carried him into one of the spare rooms in the back," Riddler said with a shrug. "You're up."

I was reluctant to follow him then, but Selina shooed me away so I did. I followed Riddler into the living room and sat down on the couch arm as he settled down himself.

"He's such a complete idiot," Riddler complained, like he forgot that I was there. "he refuses help with anything that he obviously needs help on. Then when I don't offer help, he needs it and yells at me for not helping him."

I nodded, not really paying attention. Bruce had been the same way, always hovering around and asking if I needed help when I clearly did not. There was really nothing you could do with people like that.

Just leave him, I signed, he'll come around . If he makes mistakes then it's his fault.

"I guess so," Riddler decided, "but I worry about him sometimes."

Why worry?

"He's really my only good friend," Riddler explained. "I mean I suppose Selina and the others count as friends to, but Jons had my back for as long as I can remember. I would've gotten caught by Batman this one time if Jon hadn't ambushed him with Fear Toxin." A wistful look crossed his face, "That was when he was first starting out if I remember correctly. He hadn't gotten the formula for his Fear toxin right yet, and his aim was awful as well. Ended up gassing himself, but it bought me enough time to make a run for it."

He picked at a loose stitch on his shirt.

"Jon ended up going to Arkham instead of me and I felt bad enough that I eventually got him out."

You became friends then?

"Oh no," Riddler chuckled. "We hated each other. Jon didn't like it that he'd been sent to Arkham because of me and I was mad because I risked my own skin to get him out."

Why not leave him? I asked.

"I felt obliged to get him out," Riddler said, leaning back on the couch. "I was the reason he got sent there in the first place."

I gave a slight nod and thought about what he had said. It made sense I guess, but knowing Riddler, that probably wasn't the full story. Most likely, he got Scarecrow out of Arkham partly because he felt he had to, but also so he didn't get on Scarecrows bad side.

"We hardly go a week without Selina or someone else breaking up a fight," Riddler said suddenly. "Selina was right with her saying that we'd kill each other; we most likely would."

Why do you argue?

"We hardly ever agree on things," Riddler snorted. "I mean we do. but only when we need to. But why am I telling you all of this?" He gave me a side glance.

That was the issue with some people, they became comfortable around me and told me things they wouldn't normally tell others because they knew I wouldn't tell anyone else. I mean, that was partly why Bruce had told me he was Batman; he knew I wouldn't tell anyone. Or at least he thought so. Not that I would.

"It's like having a one sided conversation," Riddler mused, "no interruptions. Of course then the downside is that I end up rambling."

Gee thanks. I rolled my eyes.

We were interrupted by Selina who walking in looking slightly frazzled.

"You're going in there next," she told Riddler. "There's no way that I'm going in there again. I'll probably claw his eyes out."

"It's that bad, huh?" Riddler asked, unaffected by Selina's attitude.

"Worse than last time," Selina said flopping down in a nearby couch. " I have no idea why."

Riddlers eyes brightened at her words, "Maybe we should go and figure out what he's afraid of then."

"Are you insane?" Selina hissed. "If he finds out you did that then he'd most certainly kill you."

"It's for his research," Riddler pointed out. "He can't get mad if it's for that."

Selina rolled her eyes at me before turning back to Riddler. "Somethings must be kept private," she said carefully. "Nobody knows what Jon's afraid of."

"That's why it'd be good for us to figure it out!" Riddler said. "He'd want us to."

"Maybe not," Selina said. "Don't go poking your nose into other people's business."

"What do you think, Ridley?" Riddler asked, turning to me.

Me? I widened y eyes, slightly taken aback. I don't think that I had a word in something like this. I flattened my hands and brought them up, curling my fingers inward. Leave him.

"Oh although then," Riddler sighed. "I'll just ask him when he comes to."

"He'll bite your head off if you do that," Selina said exasperated. "Just leave him alone. He'll tell you if he feels like it."

"Fine," Riddler said crossing his arms and pouting.

Who knew that Gotham's most notorious villains acted like children?