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"Don't they usually ask questions like those when we are alone? I would think they fall under confidentiality." I asked Riddler.
"They do. They use a rather unorthodox method here at Arkham. They have found that most of us here in Block A answer questions more easily if they are asked in the presence of others. We tend to goad one another into answering, and like Joker did, supply answers about others when we know them. We tend to talk more freely around each other than we do around them so we generally know more than they do."
"I don't mind answering questions they tell me I can answer." I shrugged sitting down in front of my door.
"They, toots? Who exactly are, 'they'?" Joker asked. He was leaning against his bars looking at me, eyebrows raised.
"The Whispers. They tell me what I need to know. They usually tell me when it's time to paint the roses red. That is a fantastic suit you're wearing!" He laughed.
"You've mentioned that before. I think it brings out my eyes." Riddler rolled his own blue pair.
"Do you people ever shut up?" asked an irritated voice across from me and to the right. I had never noticed occupant of the cell on the other side of Joker. They hadn't made an appearance before now, but there he was. He looked a few years older than me, wearing tan cargo pants and a black t-shirt. He looked very ordinary beside his neighbor, Joker.
"What's wrong Cale? Poor baby couldn't get enough beauty sleep?" Joker taunted.
"Shut up clown. Some of us actual like to sleep." His voice was harsh even though his words were not.
"Beware the Jabberwok, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch." Cale turned his attention on me.
"We got a new neighbor?"
"If you hadn't been sleeping you would already know that Calein." Riddler said idly.
"Then fill me in." still his voice was harsh, demanding, but his stance casual.
"The beauty's name is Aloria, seventeen, speaks twenty-two languages, answers my riddles with no problem, has Whispers in her head and likes to paint the roses red." Riddler said. Cale raised a pierced eyebrow at me. I waved.
"You paint roses?" he asked, confused.
"It seems to be her way of saying she kills people." Joker said sounding bored.
"You have to open the cans to get the paint," I said simply. "Can't paint the roses red without first obtaining the red paint."
"Blood, your paint is blood. People are the cans, right?"
"The Jabberwocky is smart."
"Jabberwocky huh, is that supposed to be me?" he didn't look mad but the questions still came out harsh.
"Jaws that bite, claws that catch."
"I'll take that as a yes then." He crossed his arms and leaned against his bars. Footsteps approached again, from the opposite direction as Dr. Davis. The redhead I like came into view.