Another request. I've got a lot of them since I asked, I'm working my way through slowly.

Really bad procrastination going on Prove me right. I don't know why because I love the story, I just can't bring myself to write it at the moment.

Edward Nigma sighed as he sat, bored, in the grey walled rec room of Arkham. He watched as Joker span and danced in the room prattling on about his last fight with Batman, and saying that he shared a connection with the vigilante that no one else did, and that's why he would win.

He leant back on the metal chair, looking over as Harvey glared at the clown and stated, "Win what Joker? This isn't a game."

"Oh but it is! It's a wonderful game, and I'm going to win!" Joker squealed happily.

Eddy rolled his eyes, "Harvey, to him everything is a game, you should know that by now."

Harvey gave an audible growl, he looked around the room; they'd thrown everyone together again for whatever reason, he hated when they did this, too many variables. He found a seat – Next to Edward, as he had for the past two months, the only place where he didn't feel as if he were being looked at as a freak.

Edward smiled lightly at Two-face, "Don't let him get to you, it's what he wants. Remember what I told you-"

"In bed last night!" Joker interrupted, falling into laughter as he spoke.

"-about ignoring him?" Edward finished, taking his own advice and ignoring Joker's shoutout.

Harvey settled himself beside Riddler. He placed his hand to his face and growled again, "He's just so annoying, if we had our way he'd be dead."

"'If I had my way'. You're starting to slip again Harv…" Edward said, his voice piled with concern.

He'd been working so hard on his recovery this time. He really had been. Edward was too. They'd been moved into group therapy not too long ago and were beginning to succumb to the help they could provide each other.

This had led to some rather wild rumours that they were 'seeing' each other.

Such a silly saying 'seeing each other'. People 'see' each other all the time… unless they're blind.

Two-face shifted slightly, his head bowing gently, "I'm sorry, I forget sometimes." He looked up at the laughing clown, "And imbeciles like him don't help!"

"I'm not here to help!" Joker yelled again, grinning madly.

Edward smiled, a sudden idea popping into his head of how to calm the other man. "Think about it Harv. If you can put up with him and not relapse, then you can deal with anything the outside world might throw at you."

Harvey nodded, "I suppose." He leant back on the chair with Edward, looking down gently at the man, eventually looking back up at Joker as he danced around the room.

"He just sits there and broods, with his cape and his cowl and his-" he smiled and made a gentle clawing motion with his hand "meow…" He chuckled loudly as he skipped about like a dazed kangaroo.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and turned his back on the approaching clown, but Joker talked at him anyway, "Think about it Johnny! How else could she always escape?"

"If you're so jealous why don't you do him?" The ex-psychologist mumbled, only just loud enough for Joker to hear.

Joker let out a growled chuckle, "Oh that's not how I play the game, that's cheating! I'm normally one for cheating, but not at this."

Jonathan let out a haggard sigh and turned away again to talk to Jervis about the psychosomatic illnesses that Wesker kept developing now that they'd taken away his dummy.

Jervis of course wasn't really listening, he was too busy thinking about Alice, but he did find Jonathans voice to be a lovely screen saver, so he nodded along and added the odd line or two to the conversation.

Joker laughed loudly and finally took a seat in the centre of the room proclaiming "I'm so bored of this place."

Edward looked up slightly from his talk with Harvey "Then find something to do, they have games. Chess? You like chess."

Joker looked over at the brand new touch-screen device, "That's not real chess…"

Edward narrowed his eyes, "That's because you choked an orderly with the real one."

Joker smirked, "I sure did."

Joker leaned forward in his chair, his voice now a loud whisper, "So. Have you two done the deed yet? I heard you're sharing a wall now! Must be nice having all that time to yourselves."

The B level of Arkham had cells with Glass walls; this was so one patient would be able to see the conjoining room, it was supposed to make them feel less alone, and, more importantly, to help reduce the amount of suicide on the level: while people were coming to terms with what they'd done the risk of suicide rose.

He and Harvey had been moved almost simultaneously, and they now shared a glass wall.

Harvey growled loudly.

Edward took a hold of Two-face's hand, "Ignore him." He grumbled calmingly.

Physical contact of any kind seemed to calm Harvey down, having Joker see them holding hands would be better than Two-face blowing a gasket.

Two-face's eyes darted to Edwards as the man squeezed his hand gently.

Joker threw himself back on his chair "Awww!" he screeched loudly, "Dat iz soo sweet."

"Shut up clown." Harvey snarled, gritting his teeth.

"Harvey." Riddler said, squeezing harder, still sounding as calm as humanly possible. "Remember what the doctor said…"

"'A calm mind is a sound one'?" the man said, seeming to ask if that was the correct statement. Edward nodded, smiling reassuringly.

"I don't know why they put us all together." Two-face noted, looking around at all the old faces, many of them on their way to full recovery, some of them just as bad -or worse- than ever.

"Didn't you hear?" Joker screeched, "They're repainting the men's block! From one shade of grey to another."

Edward rolled his eyes; he should have known, they did the same thing last year. "…At least the room will smell nice when we get back."

"Rather than smelling of sex…?" Joker grinned, glaring goadingly at Two-face and raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Harvey tried to stand, ready to knock Joker into the wall, hell, knock him into next week if he could, but Edward held tightly onto his hand, using all his strength to pull the other man back into his chair.

Riddler glared at the clown, "Neither Harvey or I will respond to your jibes. So stop it. Now."

Joker pouted, gazing between the two, his eyes eventually resting on Harvey, "He seems awful close to snapping. That'll be fun won't it? Months and months of work gone because of one minute of me?" Joker let out a growled chuckle, "Another mark on my list of accomplishments."

Harvey exhaled deeply, doing everything he could to stop himself getting too angry, he could already feel that voice in the back of his head, one he'd managed to keep quiet for quite a while.

"I said stop." Edward moaned, "I'm not going to react and I'm not going to let him react. Go bug someone else."

Joker leant forward on his chair and shook his head, "No."

He smiled, "So who tops?" he eyed them both thoughtfully, then pointed to Harvey, "I'm gunna guess it's you. Riddler might have his days though."

Harvey tried to slow his breathing, calm himself, "Edward…" he said desperately, closing his eyes, trying to block out Joker's taunts.

He felt Edward's hand leave his, and a second later heard a loud 'thud' and an 'oof' of pain. He looked up and saw Riddler standing, Joker on the floor at Edwards feet, giggling and groaning in pain, blood spurting from his nose.

"E-Edward, what did you do?" Harvey asked, his mouth hanging open in astonishment. Edward had never liked to fight, this must have been the first time he'd thrown a punch in years.

Edward let out a quiet sigh as the doors to the room swung open, and a couple of guards and orderlies rushed in.

"Everyone stay still!" Shouted one of the guards as Riddler was knocked to the floor, and sedated.

"No!" Harvey shouted, taking a step forward to push the guard away from Edward.

He felt a sudden pain in his neck as an orderly plunged a needle into him, and everything turned black.

…

Riddler woke in a newly painted room, still grey, but all his little drawings had gone. His head was fuzzy, but the first thought was of Harvey. Edward had heard him scream as he went under. He hoped they hadn't hurt him.

He forced himself to turn over, to face the bed on the opposite side of the glass.

Harvey was facing him, his eyes closed and fluttering.

"Harvey." Edward shouted, banging on the glass to wake the sleeping man.

Harvey's lids swayed open, and slowly sat up, his eyes gazing unfocused through the room, eventually resting on Edward, through the glass.

Edward raised his hand to wave gently. 'Are you ok?' he said in sign language; the glass was so thick that you couldn't hear anything unless you shouted, they had done so at first, but they'd grown tired of it quickly.

Harvey had signed 'goodnight' the same night, and Riddler had signed it back.

Being a politician Harvey had believed that learning sign language might give him more appeal. Edward had learned some, just for fun, but quickly became bored.

He recognised that when Harvey raised his hand to his mouth it meant 'good' he guessed that the rest of the action meant 'night', either that or 'bed' judging by the hand movement.

Harvey raised his hand and signed 'yes' he paused and blinked slowly, 'head hurts.' He signed pulling a face of pain.

Edward nodded, signing 'yes'.

He watched the two-faced man for a minute as he woke himself up, stretching gently and running a hand through his hair.

'U ok?' Hervey signed, smiling gently.

Edward nodded, smiling back. Harvey always signed in shorthand, using 'u' rather than 'you', not like it was any quicker, at first it was annoying, but now it had become one of those quirks that made Edward like him more.

"Y did u do that?" Harvey signed as he made himself comfortable on the bed, crossing his legs.

Edward shrugged, his smile growing slowly, "He was upsetting you. I did not like it."

'Thanks.' Harvey signed, rolling his eyes, felling a little inadequate, he couldn't even defend himself, Riddler did it for him. Riddler of all people!

Edward let out a small sigh, noticing Harvey's discomfort. 'Joker's an idiot isn't he.'

Harvey only nodded.

'He says he knows the bat's mind so well, but look where that's got him.' Riddler continued.

Harvey nodded, 'I think he prefers his cock to mind'

I took a second for Edward to realise what Harvey had signed, but when he did he flopped back on the bed, laughing so loud that Harvey could hear him clearly through the glass. He raised his hand a signed 'yes' repeatedly.

Harvey watched and smiled as Edward laughed, and eventually sat back up. Harvey waited for him to calm down before signing again, 'I wish I could hear u saying that.'

Edward frowned slightly and signed again 'yes?'

Harvey nodded, and slowly signed 'I miss u.'

Edward nodded, 'You too.'

'I got to hold your hand today.' Riddler signed, smiling gently, feeling as if it were some personal victory.

Harvey blushed strongly, the colour even visible on the gnarled and torn half of his face, 'yes' he signed. Edward saw him sigh, his eyes dropped from Riddlers face for a second, 'I wanted to touch u.'

Edward smiled slyly, and sighed, 'You kind of did.'

Harvey shook his head and smiled sadly, 'I wanted to touch u properly.'

Edward blinked pointedly, and signed 'yes' again, he lifted his hand to press it against the glass.

Harvey raised his hand to meet it, and chuckled lightly. "You realise that doing this means we can't sign?" Even though he'd shouted loudly Edward could only just hear him.

Edward sighed and stared at the still separated hands, he lay down on the bed, keeping his hand in contact with the glass, he stared up at Two-face and smiled.

Harvey did the same, and their hands slid down on the glass, into a more natural position.

Edward eventually removed his hand, staring directly into Harvey's eyes, his nose inches from the glass, 'I can't wait to get out. So we can touch properly.'

Harvey nodded, raising and eyebrow as he signed 'I will do so many things when I get out.'

Edward cocked his head, 'With me?'

Harvey shook his head and bared his teeth in a smile, making playful biting motions as he signed 'To u.'

Edward chuckled and nodded, only a few more months and they'd probably be granted parole, if they were good, then they could be together, alone. It would be so good and he couldn't wait.

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