Disclaimer: I don't own the Batman franchise it all belongs to Bill Finger and Bob Kane nor, do I own Gotham that belongs to developer Bruno Heller. However, I do own possible OC's that may appear in this story.

*~ Twisted Logic ~*

Chapter Two


In a matter of seconds Edward's head hit the concrete, his vision blurred and a crimson liquid trickled down his face.

"Edward!"


"Stay where you are!" a guard exclaimed, he was a short, plump man with minimal, short black hair. His flabby arms were out stretched with a baton in one hand, and his face showed a man that looked like a beast. As spit sprayed out of his mouth and showed his yellowing, cracked teeth, but his physique already expressed that he wouldn't win a fight one on one with the infamous Scarecrow.

Jonathan clenched his knuckles they were red, raw and covered in blood that wasn't his own.

"Why did you do that?" the shot, plump guard asked, as he grabbed hold of his walkie talky to call for back up.

"He hurt my friend." Jonathan said, as he stood over Edward who still hadn't budged since his head had hit the floor.

"You freak!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes, holding his protective stance in front of Edward.

"You're coming with us." another guard said as he barged through the door.

"No." Jonathan retorted, as he stood still with his arms crossed, seemingly unfazed by the men.

"And why might that be?" the guard questioned, as he tightened his grip around the baton.

"I've got to see the results." Jonathan cried, as more guards now approached through the cafeteria door. These guards also holding batons, pepper spray and Tasers.

"March Hare!" Jervis cried, "Stay where you are Jervis." Jonathan yelled, as he saw the smallest rogue stand up, about to rush to his defence.

They were circling him now and as Jonathan tried to fight back their numbers overcame him. As Jonathan threw punches back an fourth, but the guards continued to hit him with their batons and grabbing and scratching at his flailing limbs which felt like talons ripping through his orange jumpsuit and into his pale skin as the guards tried to subdue him.

"Slot him." one of the other guards said as they managed to pin Jonathan to the ground. His jump suit was torn and his arms and legs held scratches. His eyes were also red and blotchy from their use of pepper spray, but Jonathan didn't groan or cry, because the spray didn't hurt him, but the guards were too stupid to know that. Instead they had won by the matter of brutality and force.

"Poor March Hare." Jervis uttered with a solemn look on his face as he watched the commotion come to an end with Jonathan being dragged away and surrounded by more than a dozen guards.

"There's nothing you could have done Jervis." Harvey reassured, as Jervis played with his food picking up tarts, biscuits and cakes from the dark, green plastic tray in front of him.

"But -" Jervis paused putting down a creamed biscuit, "Stop, he didn't want your help okay." Harvey said, as he gritted his teeth his voice holding a hint of annoyance.

Jervis wiped the mist away from his eyes, his eyes wide and glistening, "Now eat up will you." Harvey said with a smirk, given Jonathan's antics he knew that the Rogues probably wouldn't be welcome to eat lunch in the cafeteria anytime soon.

"Alright, Tweedledum and Tweedledee." Jervis said with a smile, changing his mood to show a more cheerful demeanour as he carefully picked out a lemon tart from his sweet assortment.


Edward's fingers trebled as he tried to open the front door. To say he was excited was an understatement, he had just one a puzzle solving competition at school and nothing could wipe the smile off his face. His father would be so pleased he just knew it.

"Dad I won, I won!" Edward exclaimed with a wide smile as he showed him the sliver plated trophy that he had gotten at school.

His father glanced at him his eyes dark and cold, "Wipe that smile off your face you little cheat!"

Edward's lip quivered, "But…"

Edward was confused he thought his Father would be proud of him.

"You're a liar; no son of mine would be able to solve a puzzle contest." he said.

Edward swallowed hard, he should have known better than to test his father when he had been drinking. How he hadn't noticed this before was beyond him, because his breath was putrid and bottles of whisky and beer littered the coffee table.

"I… I didn't cheat." Edward cried.

"Do you know what people do with liars and cheats?" his Father questioned.

Edward hung his head low and looked at the ground; he was scared now, for he knew that liars and cheats got punished.

"Answer me boy!"

"No." Edward blurted out.

"Come here then." his father beckoned.

Edward gulped, and dragged his feet, not making eye contact with his father, he knew what was to come, but he didn't want to admit it.

"You're a pathetic child." his father told him.

He had a smug look on his face, "You see this trophy?" his father asked.

Edward nodded.

"You don't deserve it!" he exclaimed.

And that was the first time he had been beaten.

Edward had gone to bed sobbing; the first trophy that he had ever won was now in pieces, but from that day on. He swore that he would know the answer to every puzzle, and his starting point was to memorise the book of conundrums that he had in his little green backpack.


"Is Eddie awake yet?"

"Nah, he's just muttering something in his sleep."

"If only Scarecrow was here."

"It's just a dream." Edward muttered to himself.

"Ah, Eddie you're finally awake."

"Heard you didn't have a very good sleep little birdy."

"Shit." Edward cursed to himself, how could he have been so volatile.

"It went something like tweet, tweet."

"Ahahaha, good one Penguin." The Joker said with sheer delight.

"Oh, won't you shut up." Harvey replied, with a scowl on his face

"Don't be so two-faced Harvey; you need to lighten up a little."

"Riddle me this, what is so fragile that when you say its name you break it?

"Umm… I don't know."

Edward pouted in annoyance, "C'mon, this is an easy one." he said, "Our friend the Ventriloquist and Scarface would know the answer to this one for sure." Edward joked.

"Isn't it silence?" Jervis piped in, as he stood on the balls of his feet with a wide smile on his face waiting attentively to be told if he'd gotten the answer right or not.

Edward smiled, Jervis was the smallest villain and held a rather childish demeanour, so praise was imminent otherwise he knew Jervis would quickly delve into a tantrum, "Yes, good job, now will you all be quite -" Edward paused, as he rolled back over to his side with his blanket in toe.

The rogues looked at him sadly and some with annoyance as he'd ruined their only bout of fun for the day, "Alright, please." Edward added with a sigh.

He saw Jervis nod and scurry back to his rickety bed with a copy of Alice In Wonderland in hand.

"My Alice, my dearest Alice." he murmured as he flicked through the illustrated pages.

As Edward closed his eyes and attempted to block out voices of his fellow rogues. He pondered over the thought of the possibility of waking up in a different place at a different time and if that meant he could be a different person.

"Let me out!" Jonathan screamed, as his fists pounded against the door, but he knew deep down that his screams would be no use.

"Scared of the dark Crane?" the voice over the intercom said.

"No, not in the slightest." Jonathan mused, his lips pursed.

Jonathan had been in solitary confinement a dozen times, without issue. He for one was not afraid, but this time, this time was different. The guards had leverage, because they had Edward, an Edward was his work in progress, and he didn't want to let him go.

"How long have I been here?" Jonathan questioned.

"About fifteen minutes."

Jonathan groaned, he was never one to be patient.

"Enjoy your stay in the hole Crane, it's quite deep."

"No, shit!" Jonathan replied, as the intercom cut out.

Jonathan punched the wall in his frustrations; the hole itself was small in width, but tall enough to hold his stature, and was made purely of concrete. So, the guards knew his limitations and Jonathan was unable to prep for an escape route as the events that had followed had been annoyingly unexpected.


Footsteps.

Finally there was silence, as the Rogues gasped and there eyes wandered to the cue of where the noise of footsteps seemed to be coming from.

Edward mused to himself as laid down in his bed with his legs crossed. He wasn't one to join into the theatricals

"Reckon it's the guards?" Harvey questioned.

"Shhhhh…." Joker hissed, as he stood by the door of his cell.

"Is that high heels I hear?" Penguin questioned, as he leaded against the glass and pressed his hand against his ear.

"I think it might be…" Harvey replied, but his voice held a hint of uncertainty.

"Hello, Yvonne." Edward said, sounding bored.

"Wha-" the young lady gasped, "How did you know my name?" she questioned, her chestnut brown eyes now fully dilated from shock.

"It's written on your name tag love." the Joker piped in, a wide smile plastered on his face.

"Oh…" she mouthed, her cheeks turning a rosy red.

The lady called Yvonne was wearing a grey coat, white blouse, skirt with the addition of a pair of black high heels and big, thick, black framed glasses whilst holding a clipboard and pen in either hand.

"Ahh… Mr Nygma, I need you to come with me." she said uneasily, her displeasure quickly becoming realised.

Edward gave her a quizzical look, "Why?" he retorted, as he sat up from his bed.

"It's precautionary you took a nasty knock so the doctors want to put you under observation." she said, as she fidgeted with her pen and clipboard.

"Nervous, little birdie?" Penguin asked.

"No." she said, her face showed one that was full of anger as she turned to face the Rogue.

"There's no need to be moody love." the Joker replied, his face now pressed against the glass.

"C'mon, Nygma let's go." A lanky, blonde headed guard said.

"Oh, you brought back up." Edward said, as the guard came into his view.

"Okay, open cell R0EN." The guard gestured to the security camera.

"Bye, little chick." Penguin said, with a small smile.

"Shut it Cobblepot." Edward snapped back as he followed the young intern.

"It's alright, don't listen to him." Edward replied, as he saw Yvonne tighten her grip around her pen, her knuckles turning white.

"Thank you Mr Nygma."

"Call me Edward." he said with a small smile.

"Okay, Edward." she said calmly.

Edward smiled, as his mind drifted to thoughts about this first love a lady who'd made his chest heavy and his face feel too warm like he'd gotten a slight sunburn.

"Kirsten." he muttered under his breath.

"What was that? Yvonne asked.

"Ha, what?" Edward questioned as he turned to focus on her.

"Who's Kristen?" Yvonne asked, with a quizzical look.

Edward hadn't realised he'd said her name out loud, how could he have been so stupid. If the intern breathed a word to anyone he'd be brought in for an interrogation and be probed with questions, Which would give the Arkham staff leverage.

"Oh, nobody." he replied, as he playfully brushed the remark off, and continued walking.


Beep, beep, beep.

"His heart rates spiked."

Edward was confused, why could he hear woman's voices, shouldn't he be in his cell.

"What do we do?"

"Wake him up I suppose."

Edward's nostrils and flared and filled with the smell of blood, antiseptic, bleach and alcohol. Making the connection is lips curved slightly, for he knew that he had been admitted into the infirmary. He had succeeded, it may have been a small victory, but he had won.

"Edward, wake up."

"I'm awake, I'm awake."

Edward groaned, the sudden influx of light hurt his eyes and it made it feel like they were burning as he closed them he tried to focus.

The infirmary had all the basic items it required, but it was very much outdated, and quite frankly it was under budgeted like the rest of the Asylum. However, Edward wouldn't complain it was sterile and much better than his cell in the Rogue Gallery and right now this was where he wanted to be.

"Ah, Edward you're awake." Doctor Leeland said as she turned off the alarm.

"Thank you for turning off that blasted alarm." Edward said.

Doctor Leeland chuckled, "It was my pleasure, how are you feeling?" she asked.

Edward's hand instinctively touched the bandage that was wrapped around his head, "Fine." he muttered coldly, "Yet, do those nurses know what they are doing?" Edward asked.

"Sorry, about that they're new, so how are you feeling on a scale of one to ten?" she asked.

Edward pondered for a moment, "Ah, a six." he replied.

"You took a nasty knock." she said as she took his vitals.

Edward nodded, "Thank you for stating the obvious doctor."

Doctor Leeland frowned slightly, "For precautionary reasons you'll have to stay here so we can run some more tests." she said.

"Doc, is there something I can take for the pain?"

"Yes, but you've got to tell me what's wrong."

"I'm feeling dizzy." Edward replied honestly.

"Okay, I'll get Luanne to administer you with the appropriate medication, you just have to relax."

"Sure thing Doc." Edward said as he closed his eyes and tried to think of something to distract himself from the immense pain he felt.

"Luanne, stay with Mr Nygma, and if his results change let me know."


"Edward, wake up." the nurse said as she shock Edward's arm slightly.

"Huh?" Edward muttered.

"It's time for your medication." the Yvonne replied as she examined his paper work.

"Oh, what time is it?" Edward asked as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"It's 2:41 in the morning." she said, Edward saw she was wearing a watch, but he'd never thought much about time unless it was relevant to Batman and his riddles. He knew he should probably get one, but he didn't want to be as mad as the Hatter.

"Oh, okay do you know when my MRI results are coming back?" Edward asked.

"You'll most likely get them in the morning."

"Thanks." he said with a warm smile as he took his downed his required tablets, very much on purpose.


"Good morning Edward." Doctor Leeland said cheerily.

"Hello Joan." Edward replied as he buttered his toast.

"I've got some good news, your MRI results came back clear."

"Does that mean I have to go back to my cell?" Edward asked.

"You should be ready to go back to your cell tomorrow." Doctor Leeland said.

Edward laughed, "I'm sure my fellow inmates will be pleased."

Doctor Leeland smiled, "enjoy your breakfast Edward."


What's going on?

"Bruce Wayne is here."

"What? Why?" Edward questioned.

"He's come to examine the changes in the Asylum."

"Oh."

"He was curious to differentiate between how we operate between our regular inmates and our special case inmates or as you more commonly refer to as Rogues."

"Hmm… That's interesting." Edward mused.

"Also, he said he wanted to see you."

"Alright, I look forward to it."


"Mr Wayne it's a pleasure having you here once again Mr Nymga is just this way." Edward heard one of the nurses say.

His hair was as black as midnight, and his eyes were dark and full of mystery, and Edward couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was awfully familiar about Mr Wayne.

"How are you feeling Edward?" Bruce asked, as he took a seat next to Edward's hospital bed.

"Much better." Edward replied cheerily as he propped himself up against the bed frame.

"That's good to hear, I've been looking into the treatment of this asylum and quite frankly I don't think it's up to scratch."

"I think it serves it's purpose." Edward replied.

"Does it though?" Bruce retorted.

"Are you evaluating me Mr Wayne?" Edward questioned, feeling slightly targeted.

Bruce noticed he'd overstepped the mark, "No, quite on the contrary I'm just asking how many times you have escaped?" Bruce remarked.

"Honestly, I've lost count, maybe a dozen." Edward stated honestly, as he tried to think of his escape attempts. Having remembered how the first time he'd been admitted to Arkham he got caught on the roof coming out of the vents.

"Are you proud of that?" Bruce asked.

"No, I was handed a certificate a long time ago that stated that I was sane, and now I find myself back in this stingy asylum in a hospital bed." Edward mused.

"So, does it still serve its purpose Nygma?" Bruce asked.

"For some it may, but I don't believe it does for the so called Rogue Gallery." Edward replied with a smirk.

Bruce gave him a curt not in response, "Before I go this is for you." Bruce said, as he handed Edward a book.

"A book of puzzles." Edward said as he turned the small book in his hands, "Thank you." he replied with a smile, genuinely pleased.

"Maybe you can tell me a few whenever I see you next." Bruce replied.

"It would be my pleasure." Edward replied, as Bruce got up to leave.

"Look after him will you." Bruce said as he turned the door knob to leave the infirmary.

"Most certainly Mr Wayne." Doctor Leeland said.


"Edward."

"Yes, Joan?" Edward asked.

"You're allowed to go back to your cell now."

"Do I have to?" Edward muttered as he sipped on his styrofoam cup of orange juice.

"Are you having too much fun here or something Edward?" Doctor Leeland questioned, her head tilted slightly.

"Maybe just a little." Edward said, with a smirk.

"Well, sorry to be the harbinger of bad news, but I'm afraid I can't let you stay here any longer you've been given a clean bill of health, and Hugo already signed off on your paper work."

"Oh, okay." Edward said, with a slight frown.

"Are you ready to go now?" Joan asked.

"Umm… Do you have a pen?" Edward replied.

Joan frowned, and turned to look for the new intern, "Yvonne, have you got a pen or a pencil?" she said.

"Ah, yep -" she said hastily having paused to walk over to her rather plain looking desk, "I've only got a green pencil is that alright? Yvonne responded.

Edward smiled, "Green shall do just fine."

Doctor Leeland looked at him hesitantly, "What do you need a pencil for Edward?" she asked.

"Mr Wayne gave me a puzzle book." Edward said, his face full of glee as he twirled the pencil in his hand.


"Yvonne, would you mind escorting Mr Nygma back to his cell?" Luanne said.

"Ah, yes that should be fine." she muttered, looking a little on edge.

"Don't worry; I'll make sure there are guards with you. Edward doesn't particularly have a good track record against them." Doctor Leeland said with small chuckle.

"Oh, that makes me feel loads better." Yvonne replied, her tone one of sarcasm.

"Luanne or I wouldn't ask this of you, but Hugo wants you to be trained in situations involving the Rogues in case of an emergency, and this will be as easy as it comes." Joan, replied with a small smile, as she placed her hand on the young woman's shoulder to reassure her, "If anything happens we'll debrief about it afterwards okay?"

"Okay." Yvonne replied, as she looked over to see Edward putting on his slippers.

"Also, one last thing don't talk to him he doesn't stop."

"Oh, I bet." Yvonne replied, with a slight giggle.

"Edward it's time to go." Doctor Leeland said.

"Alright, alright just give me my things." Edward replied, as he picked up the puzzle book Mr Wayne had given him and the green pencil.

"Marcus, I've come to escort Mr Nyg -" Yvonne paused, "I mean Edward to his cell." she corrected, as she saw Edward raise an eyebrow.

"Alright." the blonde headed guard replied, "I'll get Geoff and Randy onto it they're better suited to deal with the Rogues."

"Thank you." she replied.

"You ready to go back now Edward?" Yvonne asked.

"As ready, as I'll ever be." Edward replied, with a smirk.


Happy Easter everyone, I hope you all had a good day surrounded by family and friends. My Easter was rather eventful as I went to the theater to see Aladdin. Which I must say was absolutely spectacular, definitely took me to a whole new world… Hehe ;P

So, now there's another chapter down, and it's rather a bit longer too, I hope you all enjoyed this one. I've already started on chapter three and I must say I have plenty of ideas. Also, I just wanted to say thank you for all the support for the last chapter I really appreciate it.

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