AN: And our boys finally go to see John! Though it doesn't turn out quite like they were thinking it would. ;-)
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It was midmorning when Sherlock finally woke up from his post science-binge exhaustion. An hour later and both he and Jim were walking through the front gates of Arkham as if they had done so a thousand times already.
They were utterly horrified at the lack of the security, and just after a mass breakout too.
It was no wonder the infamous Rogues of Gotham had stayed, they both mused as they passed security checkpoints that waved them through simply because they were wearing suits, they could leave anytime they liked with minimal fuss and barely any planning.
The pair were making mental notes of all the security issues they were seeing, and not likeing that their John was staying here one bit, and were nearly to the HSW when a high pitched voice suddenly caught their attention from one of the side rooms.
"I know you two! Dr John has a picture of ya two and him on his nightstand!" The blonde in patient scrubs that had called to them then got a thoughtful expression on her face. "But what are ya doin' here without callin' ahead first? I don't think Dr John would appreciate a surprise visit after everything that has happened recently." Her manic grin then made a reappearance as she clapped her hands and clasped them in front of her. "But don't you two worry about that too much, we'll make sure he knows ya'll are here and can see ya when he's ready ta do so!" Jim and Sherlock were just realizing they had been purposefully stalled when they felt themselves begin to lose consciousness and fall to the floor.
The last thing they heard before blackness took them was the manic blonde asking someone unseen "I thought they was supposed ta be smart?" and a slightly deeper and far more sultry voice answering "Too smart to see what was right in front of them, or what they were breathing in."
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Jim came to slowly, making a mental note to find out what had been used on them and get himself a supply- it would make abductions go a lot smoother.
Slowly shifting his arms and legs to see if he'd been tied up- he had but not by rope or handcuffs- Jim was only partly startled by a deep voice coming from behind him.
"Don't bother being subtle, no one is here to watch us. Not that it would make a difference." Though muttered Jim still heard the last part so opened his eyes in curiosity of what the other man meant.
He quickly closed his eyes again as they burned from the sheer amount of whiteness surrounding them. Pressing his face to the floor he lay on to try and soothe his burning eyes Jim realized that it wasn't just his arms and legs that had been bound.
Slowly opening his eyes so that they could adjust, Jim found himself looking at a white wall that matched the white floor he was laying on and a white ceiling far above where he lay. And it all looked to be padded.
Wiggling around, which was hard to do when your legs where bound together from knee to ankle and you couldn't use your arms, Jim finally managed to turn to his other side to get a look at Sherlock.
Jim couldn't suppress his mirthful laughter if he had tried, and so he didn't try.
The glaring brunet was sitting propped up aganst a wall, torso tightly bound in a straight-jacket, legs bound in another straight-jacket, cloth booties on his feet so he coudn't even try to undo the restraints with his toes and- the best part as far as Jim was concerned- a Hannibal Lecter style muzzle mask hidding the lower half of his face.
Even knowing that he was probably wearing the exact same setup- which he was- couldn't stop Jim from laughing at the ridiculousness of their situation.
They had broken into an asylum to see their doctor and now they were locked in a padded cell by the patients. John was never going to let them live this down!
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Harley, Ivy and Irene were sitting in the Hospital Wing, going over Sherlock's notes for the 'birth control' serum he had developed- Ivy was very excited, though cautious, she didn't want to be injecting just anything into her system- and occasionally checking the feed from the web cam Irene had set up in the isolation room they had placed their catch in.
They'd tell John about them being there... eventually. Just not yet. Maybe after dinner? Or perhaps at breakfast the next day...
"I would never have thought of going this route! How did he even come up with the idea to use a plant derived neurotoxin as a base? It's brilliant and solves so many problems!" Ivy gushed as she went over the notes detailing how the serum was made. She may have been developing a bit of a crush.
"He's Sherlock Holmes, that's the only excuse he needs. He appitamizes the phrase 'Brainy is the new sexy'. And, by that logic, he's the sexiest man alive." Irene smiled indulgently, recognizing the signs of yet another woman falling for the unpersuadable man.
"You are so biased!" Harley giggled, not seeing what was so special about the curly haired man, her Puddin' was way smarter, and soon the other two were joining her.
Ivy then got quiet and thoughtful, a small smirk playing around her full lips.
"He is rather handsome, and very smart... both are good traits to pass along to the next generation..." Harley gasped.
"Red! Are you planning on having lil'Sherly babies?!" Ivy just smirked, clearly thinking about it.
"He's married to his work, you know." Irene warned, not wanting the other woman to get her hopes up only to have them dashed by Sherlock's rejection. "He barely even looked at me when I offered him everything I had. The only person he'd likely go for is John, and he's in love with the King of Crime!" Ivy's smirk never faultered at Irene's declaration, if anything it simply grew wider.
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John was coming to speak with Irene about any supplies she might need restocked when he saw Sherlock's scrawl written across some notes on her desk. Pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off a headache, John asked where they were.
"The second isolation room. We thought it best that you saw them in your own time and not when they chose to barge in." John gave her a flat look.
"And just how long have they been in there?" Irene just smirked. John sighed. "At least tell me that they had something for Dr Ivy?"
"Oh, yes. Ivy is quite happy with what she's seen so far and is only waiting for you to give the go ahead so she can start treatment."
"Then I best let them out so I can discuss whatever it was he came up with with Sherlock. I'd rather know what it is I'll be giving a patient before I have to deal with any side-effects from it." With that John moved to the back of the Hospital Wing and the isolation rooms there.
Opening the door of the only locked room it took John a minute to understand what he was seeing, then it took another minute to lose his battle with his laughter, and finally it took him several minutes to regain his composure under the unimpressed stares of the two trussed up geniuses in the room.
"Visiting hours are over, boys," John said with a giggle in his voice, "it's time to go." The pair simply glared from their heap on the floor, where they had obviously been trying to find a weakness in the restraints but had instead come off looking like two fish out of water flopping around on the floor together, and setting John off once more.
The poor man was laughing so hard he had to stagger away and let Irene handle getting them released and back into their clothes. Which she did, but not before she took some pictures to go along with the video she had from the web cam.