New arrival.

One month. One horribly long month after the events of Halloween, one month after the death of the Batman.

It was hard to believe, it really was, hard to believe that he was gone, gone for good, Bruce Wayne was dead, dead and buried, along with his faithful servant Alfred.

Bruce Wayne was dead and gone.

Batman however, was very much alive and well and still swinging past roof tops. But, all of the rogues knew, it wasn't really their Batman, the Batman they'd grown to hate but well, hating was something they were very good at doing so most likely, once they broke out of the new Arkham Asylum, they would come to hating this Batman as well.

For now though, most of them were contempt to sit and wait and plan for their next move. It was taking a while though, because, truth be told, non of them really knew what they wanted to do.

Jonathan Crane, the now slightly terrified Scarecrow was sitting in the recreational room, reading one of his favourites, 'The Raven' by Edger Allen Poe. He was a fan of Poe's work, simply because of how dark it was.

But, he found it hard to read it now, not just because of the still ever present hallucinations of bats that spilled into his vision every so often, oh no, it was usually because of the ever present form of his friend (and he used that term lightly) Edward Nigma or Edward Nashton, more commonly known as the Riddler and today, it seemed Nigma was not going to shut up and poor Jonathan didn't have a can of fear toxin with him to make him at the very least stop talking and maybe do some more screaming.

"Edward what is it?" Jonathan demanded as he glared at the younger rogue, who, for lack of a better word, looked a lot rougher then he had ever been.

"Two things!" Edward yelled as he leaned over the sofa and glared at Jonathan who was sitting in the arm chair. "One! Batman cheated, he left before we could finish the game properly!"

"Ah, so you are finally going to accept that Bruce Wayne is Batman?" Jonathan rolled his eyes and went back to reading. "Took you long enough."

"Shut it Jonathan!" Edward growled as he grabbed the book from his hands. "Problem two!" he suddenly shoved a news paper in Jonathan's face, or whatever was left of it and the older man took it from him, straightened off his glasses and looked at it. "Don't you see it?!"

"All I see is my name your name and the rest of our rogue bretherin's names on here. I am struggling to see what the problem is."

"I scored lower then Tetch and not just him, Harley!" Edward cried he was less then pleased, Jonathan was, however confused.

"Forgive me for showing my ignorance in this matter Edward, but you scored lower then Jervis and Harley in what?"

"In scariest rogue! Harley Jonathan! and Techt! They both scored higher then me."

"And this is a problem?"

"Not to you," Edward growled as he pointed at Jonathan's name. "Look at where you scored, right at the damn top!"

Jonathan's mouth twitched upward slightly. "Of course I did. I am the god of fear, commander of terror-."

"The lord of despair, yadder, yadder, yadder!" Edward made a talking mouth with his hand. "I know! You say I'm the one with the narcsissim?!"

Jonathan sighed and took his glasses off. "Is there a point to this somewhere Edward?"

"How can I? A genius of my calibre, score lower then not just the Mad Hatter but Harley Quinn as well?" Edward look both furious, hurt and generally confused. "I am the Riddler! I can not be bested I was Batman's one true enemy! Not those two!"

Jonathan re-looked at the paper and smirked slightly. "Yes and your darling Sphinx scored higher then you too."

"What?!"

"She didn't Edward, that was a joke."

Edward blinked. "You told a joke, you have a sense of humour?" he slowly sank behind the sofa and narrowed his eyes at Jonathan. "I think your toxin effected you more then you thought."

Jonathan sighed and began to clean his glasses on the cuff of his jump suit before he placed his glasses back on. "Believe it or not Edward, I was also blessed with a sense of humour and wit. It's just not many people share my sense of humour."

The self declared 'Prince of Puzzles' glared before he turned around and sank in his seat on the sofa, arms folded across his chest as he pouted and began to sulk like a child.

The master of fear shook his head and looked back at the paper reading through the names.

Scarecrow, Killer Croc, Mister Zsasz, Harley Quinn, Mad Hatter, The Riddler, Two Face…

"You did score higher then Dent," Jonathan piped up, hoping that in the very least would improve Edward's mood.

"Of course I scored higher then him! He's a push over and his scheam on Halloween was nothing special, simply robbing banks! How crude."

Jonathan frowned and glared daggers in the back of Edward's head before he looked back at the paper, reading through the names again.

No surprise, Killer Moth was last but wait who was…

"Edward do you know who Man-Bat is?"

Edward peered over the sofa back at him, his blue eyes looked annoyed but he answered anyway. "Yes."

"Care to elaborate on that?" Jonathan asked, waving his arm in a gesture to continue.

"He's the new guy here or one of them at least."

"New guy?"

"Keeps mostly to himself, doesn't really fit in here," Edward shrugged slightly. "Truth be told, from what I know of his back story, I actually feel a little bit sorry for him."

"Feeling a little bit of empathy," Jonathan smirked as he looked back at the paper. "The psychologists will be pleased."

Edward chuckled before he pulled himself over the sofa and grinned. "I like to keep them on their toes, plus if they let me out of here, I get to pay my darling Sphinx a visit."

"Oh," Jonathan dead panned with a dull look on his face. "I'm sure she'd be thrilled by that idea."

"Laugh all you want-."

"I'm going to."

"Me and Mist are actually patching things up after what went down on Halloween."

"Hmm… 'me and Mist', not very intelligent fraising there, Edward," Jonathan taunted.

Edward glared at him before he stated the paper back from him and rolled it up, before he smacked Jonathan on the back of the head.

"Ow!" Jonathan hissed before he snatched the paper back. "What was that for?"

"There was a spider on you."

"Oh really?" Jonathan snarled. "Well, there's a spider on you too!"

"No there isn't!"

Jonathan smacked Edward on the head before he leaned back out of the prince of puzzle's reach.

"Hiya Riddles! Hey Professa'!"

Both men turned and only one frowned. The one frowning being Edward.

"Hello, child," Jonathan greeted Harley as she walked over to them both, carrying a potted plant with her, as soon as it got within a few feet of Jonathan, thorns grew on the plant and it seemed to growl slightly.

Jonathan wasn't faised by this at all as he looked dully at the plant. "Doctor Isley," he greeted it.

Harley lifted the plant up to her and shook it slightly. "Red, cut it out! I know ya don't like Jonny, but could ya be a little calmer?"

Harley then placed the plant on the sofa next to Edward who shifted away from it when it growled at him.

At first he doubted that Pamela was really a plant now. After the first growl he heard from the potted plant, Edward had no doubt it was indeed Doctor Isley and decided to keep a very safe distance from it at all times.

"Whatchya doing?" Harley asked as she stood in front of the tow of them.

"Well," Jonathan stated as he snatched his book out of Edward's hands. "I am reading and Edward is sulking."

"I am not sulking!"

"You are sticking your lip out like a four your old who didn't get his ice cream."

Harley giggled. "You are looking a bit like a four year old, Riddles."

Edward glared. "At least I don't sound like a four year old like some people," he snapped back before he huffed and folded his arms.

The plant growled at him and shifted away from it once more.

"Pammy don't like it when you insult me," Harley shrugged.

Edward shook his head as he stared at the plant. "I am still struggling to believe that is all that is left of dear Pamela."

Jonathan peeked over the sofa and looked at the plant like Harley and Edward were.

Plant growled at them both and rustled it's leaves, more thorns growing on it's surface.

Edward and Jonathan frowned at it.

"Really? You are still struggling to believe that is Doctor Isley?" Jonathan questioned in a sarcastic tone giving Edward a look.

Riddler shook his head. "No, not really."

"Oh will you two stop," Harley whined. "It's bad enough that Pam's reduced to a house plant as well as these newbies coming onto our turf!"

"Yes, Professor Pig, Deacon Blackfire, Firefly not to mention Man-Bat," Edward ticked them off his fingers as he frowned.

"Where do they come up with these names?" Jonathan shook his head.

"I'm more concerned as to where they find these people.

"Don't forget that religious nut!" Harley piped up. "Asorted sauce or whatever his name is?"

Edward gave her a blank look. "You mean Azeral?"

"Yeah that's the one," Harley nodded with a grin.

"Do you see my point now?" Edward called over the sofa.

"Slightly," Jonathan answered back as he continued to read.

"On what?"

"Oh, Edward's annoyed because he scored lower then you on scariest villain of Gotham," Jonathan informed her, much to Edward's horror.

Harley laughed. "Of course I did, he's a nerd, no offence Riddles."

"Saying no offence does not mean I will not take offence," Edward growled back. "And what do you mean I'm a nerd?!"

"Well…" Harley trailed off. "You wear glasses."

"Jonathan wears glasses."

"Yeah but…" Harley waved her hands about to try and think of the right words. "Professa' kinda has this whole Gothic schtick about him… you kinda just remind me of the whiny little nerd that nobody really likes… except for the weird kid.. which is obviously Jonny."

Both Edward and Jonathan glared at her.

"No offence," Harley finished lamely, clasping her hands behind her back.

"And Harley you are the ditzy cheerleader," Jonathan hissed.

"That was cruel Professa!"

"Truth hurts."

"My friends!"

They turned and stared as Jervis walked into the room, his top hat on, but it looked a little battered and he had a platter over his nose as well as a few bruises on his face.

"It is good to see you!" he created them with a smile.

"Hey Jerv'," Harley greeted.

"Hello sweet Alice," Jervis tipped his hat slightly before he walked over to the sofa and paused at the sight of the plant. "Ah, I see this seat is already taken by the Queen of Hearts," Jervis tipped his hat to Ivy and then plant rustled slightly.

"Red says hello," Harley translated.

"Ah and Dormouse and March Hair… or is it the Crow?"

"March Hare, Jervis," Jonathan answered.

"Ah splendid, splendid!" Jervis grinned as he quickly walked around to Jonathan.

"For the last time Jervis," Edward hissed at him. "My name is Edward!"

"I know dear Dormouse, I know!" Jervis grinned evilly. "Tell me, how is your dear Sphinx?"

"Better, now she is away from you."

"Hey guys!" Harley whispered to them and the three men all looked at her. "Newbie nine o-clock!"

All of their heads turned to see a man looking rather nervous at his surroundings and rubbing his wrist in reassurance.

"Ah," Edward turned back to Jonathan and pointed. "That's Man-Bat."

"He looks nothing like a bat in fact he looks rather.." Jonathan looked up at the frail man once more. "Pathetic."

"Okay, mister master of fear," Edward chuckled before he leaned back on the sofa. "Just know that you yourself looked that pathetic when they fist brought you into the lock up cells."

Jonathan glared over the top of his book before he snapped it closed and whacked Edward on the back of the head with it and then he tried to lean out of the way but Edward grabbed him and tried to throttle him, Jervis tried to break the fight up as best her could, but in the end, ended up being lifted off the ground as he hung onto Edward's arms.

The potted plant simply watched the scene with a look of boredom, somehow.

"I think he needs a friend," Harley stated to no one in particular. "I'm gonna go talk to him."

That caught their attention, the battle froze and they all turned to look at her. "What?" they all demanded in union.

"I'm going ta bring him over here and be with us! Look at him, he needs a friend."

"Child, how is it you are one of us?" Jonathan quizzed as he finally was able to pull Edward's hands away from his throat.

"Yes, your too nice," Edward went on as he himself stared.

"Not to mention incredibly polight," Jervis explained.

Harley grinned. "Boys, I'm crazy," she turned and walked over to the man, well the Man-Bat and introduced herself.

Jonathan, Edward, Jervis and the house plant had calmed down, Jervis actually striking up a 'conversation' with Ivy before Harley came trotting back to them, with the newbie behind her.

"Guys, this is Kirk Langstrom! I mean Doctor Kirk Langstrom," Harley introduced before she pointed at the rest of them. "Kirk, this is Jervis, Eddie, Jonny and the house plant there is Red, well Pamela, but I call her Pammy or Red."

Langstrom nodded a brief hello and the others returned it.

"If you don't mind me asking," Edward suddenly spoke as he leaned back and crossed his arms, giving Langstrom a scuitinizing stare. "What exactly did you do to be put in here? You don't exactly fit in."

Langstrom was quiet, he went to speak before he broke down in tears.

This was a new one on the rogues, usually they would boast or brag, especially the newbies, so desperate to find their place and rank in Arkham they would try to beat the rogues that already held the titles.

But Kirk, actually seemed to show remorse and regret for what he had done.

"It's my fault!" he wailed as he cried into his hands. "It's all my fault, my sweet Francine!"

The other exchanged glances, it was in that moment they had a pretty good idea of what might of happened, simply from experience and being around the other individuals that inhabited Arkham.

Obviously Francine was either a sister or wife to Kirk and he had obviously accidentally killed her, that could be why he was in here, but he didn't seem like the type of man to lash out, if anything he seemed like a nervous individual who would never think about hurting anyone, let alone killing his wife, accident or not.

"It's alright Kirky," Harley soothed before she lead him to the sofa, scooting Ivy to the side, closer to Edward, much to his discomfort as the plant hissed at him slightly. "We won't hold nothin' against ya! We've done much worse, besides, I bet she'd forgive you."

"How can she forgive me? She's dead!"

Harley patted his back before a guard came into the room. "It's lunch time, you freaks!" he snarled and the other got to their feet, Harley picking up her potted plant companion before she helped Langstrom to his feet.

"You'll be okay," Harley soothed. "Just stick with us, we'll look after ya, promise!"

Jonathan walked over to Edward, well it was more of a limp as Jervis scooted off after Harley.

"How is he Man-Bat?" he demanded.

Edward shrugged slightly. "Don't know."

"My, the great Riddler doesn't know something," Jonathan chuckled before he began to limp away, the mental in his leg brace squeaking as he walked. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Edward laughed sarcastically as he walked after him, it was time to have what ever Arkham considered food.

The rogues didn't though, they considered it an unknown living life form.

They basically took the view that if Otis's rats didn't eat it, then it must be disgusting.

But is was either that or starve and well, Jonathan was thin enough already, so he ate it and his fellow rogues ate is too, some of the more crazy one's seemed to actually enjoy it, somehow.

As they sat down with their trays of food, Langstrom couldn't help but frown as he stared at the sloppy goop on his tray, that well, it didn't even stay on the fork and he could of sworn it moved by himself, he looked around himself to see the other tucking in and eating it. Though wether they enjoyed it remained to be unknown.

He looked back at the food before he took a fork full of it and put it in his mouth, he then quickly spat it back out again.

The others around him laughed and chuckled. Sentences like 'oh look it's a newbie' or 'he obviously ain't used to food around here' were called and shouted up around the table he was at.

He quickly wiped his mouth before he looked up at the four smiling rogues that he was sat with.

Edward grinned at him. "Welcome to Arkham.

THE END.

Note: This will be a serious of One shots! Basically they are set after the events of Arkham Knight and it will mostly be humours or at the very least have humours bits in them. :) It will be about life in Arkham for the rogues and some of the crazy ideas I come up with for them and what could happen to them :)