Jervis was quietly reading Leviathan when he heard Jonathan beginning to stir. He didn't look up from his book yet though. Previously he'd only read the first part, Of Man, but now he was continuing and he could understand why it had appealed to his companion.

"Jack and Jill went up the hill…" Scarecrow muttered.

"Distracted in opinions concerning the best use and application of their strength, they do not help, but hinder one another," Jervis recited carefully before placing his bookmark. He looked over to see Jonathan glaring at him.

"What happened?"

"Now, now," Jervis admonished him gently. "No need to be rude." Jonathan continued to stare and Jervis realised it was no good reasoning with him. "You were knocked out by the Bat," he replied.

Jonathan's eyes narrowed sharply before darting about the room they were currently occupying. Jervis glanced about as well. He'd be the first to confess they weren't the most refined of surroundings… but they were at least dry and sheltered… and considering the haste with which they'd fled it wasn't half bad. He knew Jonathan wouldn't appreciate the difficulty he'd been through… even though the difficulty had primarily been his unconscious form. Sure enough, Jonathan's tone was not happy as he asked,

"Where am I?" Jervis sighed.

"Temporarily… we're in a warehouse on the docks."

"It's derelict."

"It's better than the alternative," Jervis retorted but Jonathan was no longer listening.

"How is it I'm not in Arkham? I remember being in Arkham." Jervis sighed again. Almost anyone else would be relived or grateful to find themselves free… but not Jonathan.

"After taking us down, the Bat went after Joker. Gordon was busy with Two-Face and the other inmates so we were able to sneak you out." Jonathan's eyes locked on Jervis'.

"We?"

"The Bat threw you into me and Ivy. She helped me get you out."

"Her? Poison Ivy? What did you promise her?" Jervis frowned in annoyance. Why couldn't Jonathan simply be grateful?

"I didn't promise her anything…"

"Mind control?"

"No. I simply asked her nicely."

"Ivy wouldn't do anything for people out of the goodness of her heart. Especially not a man."

"People can surprise you sometimes."

"No!" Jonathan stood and started to pace. "They mustn't surprise you!" Jervis saw perspiration beginning to bead on his forehead.

"You should rest…"

"No!" Jonathan repeated, obviously agitated. "What about the others?"

"Others?"

"You said the Bat went after Joker…"

"Oh! Yes. He caught him… Harley was still trussed up where the Bat and her 'Mistah J' had left her. Croc was still out cold from the electric shock… Riddler had snuck out before all the fun started…"

"Before? I knew he was a slithy tove." Jervis grinned at the reference as Jonathan rubbed his forehead in irritation.

"Who else? Oh, yes. Wesker was with us but wouldn't leave Scarface who was insisting to be taken to the infirmary… Two-Face was cornered by Gordon and Gotham's finest… and then of course there was Ivy."

"Where's she now?" He looked about as though he expected her to pop up out of the floorboards.

"She wouldn't stay for tea. I think she was missing her plants."

"Polly put the kettle on…Sukey take it off again." Jervis looked concerned.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Jonathan snapped. Jervis watched as the tall man continued to pace agitatedly. He'd checked him over for broken bones and the like but he was beginning to suspect the blow to his head had done more damage than he'd guessed.

That or Jonathan was suffering withdrawal symptoms from his medication.

"We're perfectly safe here," Jervis spoke gently. "We can rest and plan…"

"No!" Scarecrow interrupted again. "No! It's not safe! We're never safe!" Jervis felt a familiar twinge of pity. In unguarded moments Jonathan often revealed a deep rooted fear that Jervis worried would never leave him. "I have to be ready," Jonathan continued. "They can't catch me off guard… it's that damn accursed book again!"

He balled his hands into fists and held them against the sides of his head as though fighting something inside.

"What book?" Scarecrow answered him in a rushed voice, almost tripping over his own words.

"He would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that cause more perplexity to mortal men then ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was – a woman." Jervis frowned.

"Do you mean Ivy?" Jonathan said nothing but pressed his fists in circles on either side of his head. Jervis carried on. "Now, Jonathan. She was really very nice. She even said she liked scarecrows because they keep the birds away from the plants."

"No!" Jonathan declared again. "Speak roughly to your little boy, and beat him when he sneezes!" Jervis didn't grin at the Carroll quote this time. "She knows we're here… I have to go…"

"Jonathan. You can't leave in your condition…" but it was too late. Jonathan had bolted out the door.

Jervis considered following but in his current state of mind Jonathan would be unlikely to react well. He sighed and got up to close the door after his departing companion. He only hoped the Scarecrow evaded capture long enough for Jonathan to come to his senses. In the morning he'd track him down again.

As he stood in the doorway, still poised to close it, he stood for a moment looking into the darkness.

"I will read, and you shall listen: and so we will pass away this terrible night together." With a final sigh he pulled closed the door.

Jervis quotes from 'Leviathan' and 'Fall of the 'House of Usher', while Jonathan quotes nursery rhymes and 'Legend of Sleepy Hollow'.