Jonathan Crane was bored.
Of course, at Arkham Asylum, boredom was typical, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. Flipping distractedly through the pages of his book, the Master of Fear gazed about the rec-room until he spotted someone he knew.
On an uncomfortable looking chair across the room from him, the Riddler sat, looking somewhat dazed. His mouth was moving slowly as if her were talking to himself, but he bobbed his head up and down every so often like someone was answering. Normally, Crane wouldn't have much cared if Nygma was carrying on a conversation with a wall, but he was bored enough now to decide to go check it out.
Abandoning his book, which had been uninteresting anyway- those stupid doctors wouldn't give him anything decent to read, the Scarecrow made his way over to Eddie.
"Hello, Edward." he said when he got to the vacant eyed man.
The Riddler just went on muttering himself, not even blinking to acknowledge the taller man's presence.
"I said, 'Hello, Edward.'" Jonathan repeated.
This time, Eddie gave a little jerk and looked up at the Master of Fear. "Hiii…" he slurred. Jonathan raised an eyebrow. Nygma was obviously on some drug or other, doubtless prescribed by one of the so-called psychologists. The Scarecrow was about to go back to his incredibly unstimulating book, when he had an idea.
He was bored….Nygma was on drugs…
Hmmmmm….
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all….