I do not own Doctor Who or Justice League. Just making sure you all got that!

(Word of warning, it's an experiment, just take it as it goes… there IS a reason why, trust me.)

I was going to post this chapter and the previous one together, as a single one, but they didn't feel all that much connected, so I adapted them a little... just to make them better to read.

Also, to those who noticed my delay on the story, yes, I'm sorry.

The pacing is mainly my fault, just check how many ongoing stories I have, at my profile!

Plus I'm the current editor of The Idealist and his stories, so that takes time to spell check and discuss with him new ideas and stuff.

AND, also, I have a Real Life job + my home is getting a major makeover in the last few months.

So, yeah, the fact that I can still publish anything, at all, is worthy of praise, isn't it?

But enough about me!

Allonz-y!

Arkham Asylum

Same day

Some time later

"Where is Smith?", asked Aparecida, finally arriving at the medical doctor's office. "You released him already?"

"And good morning to you too, Head Nurse", replied a irritated Doctor Jyung.

Aparecida gave her one of her should-be-patented looks. Nina shrugged it off.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for", she replied. 'But try to have a reasonable conversation with a guy like John Smith and let's see you stay on a good mood...'.

Nina took a sip of her morning coffee. "So?", asked the irritated nurse.

"Yes, I have released the patient already, not much harm done to him by Braines. You can check Doctor Taylor's report too, if you want, same thing", she offered her the patient's folder.

Aparecida took it and gave it a quick read.

All seemed to be in order, so she felt a little better.

In all honesty, she did not like seeing anyone get hurt in the Asylum.

Of course, she had lived enough to know sometimes some excessive force may be needed to stop some of the more dangerous patients, but, overall, she always strived to find ways of better dealing with those she treated.

And that was one of the things she had asked ('demanded is more like it', she admitted to herself) from the new Chief of Security, Mr. Casey, a new approach on dealing with their patients.

'The problem is people around here think less violence means less control, Mr. Casey', she had told him. 'If you want to survive this job, you better understand now what I've been telling those administrators all these years, less violence means...'

'More security', Aaron Siafi Casey, the newly arrived Chief complemented back. 'I read your previous recommendations, all of them to the heart, trust me, Head Nurse. I particularly liked that bit on patient approach and social rewarding, much more insightful than many psychiatrist, if I may say so... In fact, I believe we can help each other greatly, Miss Santos...'

"Nina?", Aparecida called the Doctor up. "Have you noticed... anything strange about Smith?"

Doctor Jyung looked back at her, deadpan.

"... stranger, I mean", she corrected herself. "Did he say anything you might think is important to report?"

The doctor sat on her work stool, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Look, Head Nurse, I know how things are, in the Asylum. In fact, the only reason I'm here is because I'm an actual medic, not a 'shrink'. God knows how glad I am not to be the one dealing with the likes of Dent or Zsash..."

"Zsasz", the older woman corrected her. "Victor Zsasz."

"Whatever, the point is, I'm okay dealing with the lesser cuckoos of the bunch, but, truth is, they still are cuckoos, nonetheless", Nina said, pointing at her board. "See? Invisible extra limbs pain, technophobia, eating compulsion disorders, these people invent all kind of stuff just to show up and waste my time."

"You shouldn't treat your patients like that", Aparecida warned the Doctor, not impressed by her lack of tact. "Most of them do have problems, Miss Jyung."

The younger medic stared her back coldly, Aparecida not aware of the previous talk Nina had with Smith.

"As I said, 'whatever'", was her dry reply. "Smith is just a big mouthed nuisance, one minute he's chatting about haikus, then about Neogothic architecture, or the disposition of the trees on the garden! He's not 'nuts'-nuts, as far as I can tell, just loves to draw attention to himself. You know he started complaining about a headache and asked me if I could fetch him an aspirin, only to later remember he was allergic to it? What kind of man does things like that?"

The Head Nurse gave the medic the fold back.

"Maybe a guy who wanted to see if his Doctor was someone who bothered reading his folder at all", Aparecida said. "Page One, Miss Jyung. 'Patient's Allergies'. Not that hard to find to someone interested in doing their job..."

With that, the Head Nurse left.

Doctor Nina Jyung, who did not bother looking back, turned her computer on to check her next patient.

And, if she had been paying attention, she would remember the crucial fact that, previously, she had not left her computer off...

John Smith laid on his bed, the bandage on his forehead kind of itchy.

(But the chest pains were the ones that really bothered him lately...)

Staring the ceiling, his thoughts focused on last night, his mind keeping track of time.

'Soon', he caught himself expectant, as he had placed all the pieces in their right places during the last few days.

He could only expect the players to move as they were supposed to.

'Taking a huge gamble here, Doctor', he admitted to himself. 'Playing with the lives of everybody inside these walls, including yourself, for the sake of continuity...'

('It's not like this is the first time I've done it... or the last', he replied to himself.)

The Doctor reached for under the pillow, retrieving his red and blue yo-yo.

Checking into the Asylum had been easy.

Keeping his 'tools' safe and secret, though, had been a bit more complicated.

(Just a bit.)

'Security here is nothing to laugh at', he admitted, proud once more of Aparecida dos Santos, wonderful Aparecida.

The Doctor sighed. He knew that it was about to happen.

Hadn't count on how long it was taking on it happening, though.

'Time goes by... so boring... so... standard...', he complained to himself once again.

(He was also seriously missing his sonic screwdriver already... which only made his boredom grow even more.)

He checked the toy a bit, turning it to one side to another.

'Soon', he mentally noted.

To be continued...