Disc.: don't own Jonathan, Eddie, or Gotham City
Edward Nygma juggled a box in one hand and picked the lock on the Master of Fear's lair door with the other, walking into the lab where Jonathan Crane was once again hard at work on his latest toxic mixture.
"Hey," Eddie said, poking the Scarecrow's shoulder. "Take a load off. I brought pizza."
He waved the box under the Master of Fear's nose invitingly. Jonathan scowled and pushed it away, continuing to mix the solution in front of him. The Riddler sighed and walked over to the pile of record books in the corner. Sitting down on them, he opened the box and carefully selected a slice of pizza, bringing it to his mouth. "I guess I'll just have to eat this all by myself then…" he murmured, taking a small bite between his teeth and taking care not to get grease stains on his shirt. Jonathan stirred the mixture a few more times, then sighed and walked over to Eddie, holding out his hand for a piece. The Riddler smiled. "Ah, ah, ah…what do you say?" The Master of Fear grimaced and muttered, "Please."
The Prince of Puzzle's smile turned into a grin as he nodded and opened the box, extracting a slice with lots of pepperoni on it. "Here you go!" he said cheerfully, handing it to Jonathan.
The Master of Fear grabbed the slice and took a bite, surveying his laboratory. So many toxins, so little time…Maybe he should take Eddie up on his offer of a vacation. Although he'd never admit it, Jonathan was beginning to seriously think he needed a break.
No. He'd be fine…The Master of Fear yawned hugely and then blinked. Suddenly, he felt tired. And not just tired because he'd been working all day. Really tired, like he'd been working 24/7 for a week. Jonathan turned to Eddie, but it felt like he was moving through quicksand. "I'm going to go get….a glass…of ….water…"
The Riddler stood quickly, catching Jonathan as he toppled over. Eddie grinned, turning around so he could half position the Master of Fear over his back. The sleeping pills in the pizza had been a good idea. Still smiling, the Prince of Puzzles dragged the unconscious Jonathan to the door.
?
Jonathan Crane awoke with the curious sensation of movement…like he was in a car. His eyes snapped open.
He was in a car.
And not just any car. The Master of Fear was currently lying on what looked like one of the cushioned "sleep corners" of an…..RV?
"NYGMA!"
The vehicle lurched to the right, tipping ominously. Jonathan clung to the cushions beneath him as it slowly evened out and pulled over.
As soon as the RV pulled to a stop, Edward Nygma stepped out of the little cabin at the front, wearing Bermuda shorts, a purple t-shirt, and bright green Converse sneakers. "Oh, good!" he exclaimed, flopping down at the mini table in the middle of the RV. "You're awake!"
Jonathan scowled at him. "How did I get here?"
"I brought you here, silly!" Eddie said, grinning. "We're going on vacation, just like I promised!"
The Master of Fear groaned and flopped down on the cushions. "Where exactly are we?"
Eddie grinned wider. "Somewhere in the country side."
"You mean you don't know where we are?"
"No…I mean we are somewhere in the country side."
Jonathan scowled and curled into a ball, pulling blanket over himself and glaring at the Riddler, who laughed. "You look like a very angry, green hedgehog." He motioned to the blanket, which was indeed green. "Don't worry." Eddie chirped. "This'll be fun!"
