Break your mind.
It was times like this when Jonathan wished he had a separate cell. Times like this when he just wished he'd done something terrible earlier so he could be moved to solitary and enjoy peace and quiet.
He glanced over at his cell mate, Edward was talking at him, not with him and well… when he was like this… he was annoying beyond measure.
"Why would he just leave, I mean, everyone knows who we are and we didn't leave! Why would he leave?!"
Jonathan sighed and sat there, resting his head in his hand as he studied Edward in front of him. Of course it was clear who he was talking about.
He hadn't really shut up about it since it had happened.
"Edward… where would he go?" other then the big bat signal in sky, Jonathan finished in the privacy of his own mind.
"Well… I don't know!" Edward threw his hands up and glared at him. "He was wanted before, Jonathan! Don't you remember those days?"
"Yes… but that was before I became who I became. You know that."
"Don't give me that!" Edward scowled at him. "I know you were at Black Gate when the riot was there."
The bored look he received from the ex-Doctor, made Edward want to strangle him.
Honestly, it was a simple question. Why hadn't Batman, Bruce Wayne, stayed!? Why had he killed himself, it didn't make any logical sense… well not in Edward's mind.
"It's not like I would know, Edward," Jonathan pointed out. "Besides. You should be happy. Now Batman can't ruin anymore of your plans."
Edward glared at whatever was left of Jonathan's face and waved his hands about. "That's not the point, Jonathan! Batman… I… he was different! He was a challenge!" He turned away and placed his hands behind his back and sighed. "Without Batman…. the riddles have no meaning…" suddenly something snapped in Edward's mind and he turned sharply on his cell mate. "It's your fault! If you hadn't of taken of his mask he'd still be here!"
"Yes," Jonathan agreed. "He'd still be here to break all of our bones and smash whatever is left of our rotten minds to bits! I did you a favour Edward," he stood up, stretching to his full height to tower over Edward and glare down at him. "You should be thanking me. Because, I don't know about you, but I was not in the mood to have my bones broken, over and over again! I got rid of the one thing that caused us the most pain."
"I am not going to be thanking you, Jonathan!" Edward snarled as he glared back at him. "You stole my victory from me!"
"Please," Jonathan smirked at him. "If you really wanted Batman dead you would of done it years ago. You certainly have the intellect. But oh, no. You kept him alive," Jonathan laughed harshly. "Tell me, Edward… is there a deep hidden need to be punished for what you did? Is there… somewhere beneath that state of delusional madness and ego a dreaded thing such as a conscience?"
"You are being absurd!"
"Am I?" he tilted his head in an un-humanoid fashion. It made him look vaguely like a preying mantis, studying his prey before he struck and devoured the thing in front of it. "I don't think I am," Jonathan continued. "Let us think about this. You joined the GCPD at first, to do good, until even someone as brilliant as you got pulled into the corruption, got dragged into line like the rest of the idiots who you worked with, all be one thing," Jonathan leaned down closer so he was nose to nose with the smaller man in front of him. "Money. You're not as high and mighty as you would let yourself believe."
Edward gripped at his sleeves before took a step away from Jonathan. "Have you ever heard of personal space?!"
"No, but I have heard of not caring."
"Well you are that incarnate!"
"Hmm… I suppose I am. Like you are attention?"
"Where are you taking this?"
Jonathan smiled and walked back to his bed. "I am not taking this anywhere, Edward. It is you that is continuing this conversation," Jonathan turned around and sat down facing him, hands on his knees. "You are the one who has the power to stop it. I am only answering because it is considered to be polight, but lets be honest, you are not a polight person."
"How dare you!"
"How dare I?"
"Yes! You take away my mortal enemy and declare to be polight?!" Edward huffed and folded his arms across his chest. "I considered it rude to take away another's mortal enemy and not one's own!"
"Ah yes," Jonathan chuckled. "One should not have done that, should I?"
"That is another thing you do!" Edward yelled, finally loosing his cool. "You mock me! Insult me!"
"I am not the one insulting you, Edward. You are."
"What?!"
The Scarecrow shrugged before a smile creeped it's way across his face. "You don't have to take offence. You simply choose to," Jonathan waved his hand dismissively. "Insecurities and such that you suffer from… it is not uncommon and does not surprise me."
The Riddler glared harshly. He waved his finger around to make a point, while trying to think of said point at the same time. "I really don't like you."
"I wish I could say that bothers me but… I'd be lying."
It was times like this when Edward hated Jonathan. With a passion. Sometimes the old Doctor was so cold, so unforgiving. He played other people's emotions, it was why Edward very rarely let his be seen by the Scarecrow. The man was a lunatic who enjoyed preying on people's emotions and delighted in tormenting his victims and breaking them. To the monster in front of him, sometimes doing it without fear toxin made it all the more rewarding.
"You… are a horrible human being, Jon!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Sass much?"
Jonathan smiled at him before he glared. "Go to sleep."
"It's not that late!" Edward protested.
"To you, you mean. To everyone else, that is a different matter."
The man of riddles rolled his eyes before he grinned. "You say that like… I am actually annoying everyone."
Jonathan gave him a dead beat look before he sighed and shook his head. "Just… go to sleep."
"I am a grown adult, Jonathan!" Edward snarled as he began to pace and talk at the same time, Jonathan watching him carefully. "I decide when I go to sleep."
Jonathan continued to watch the man in front of him pace back and forth, still ranting as annoying as it was.
Of course though, Edward never suspecting such thing like say… Jonathan knocking him out cold with one solid punch to the face.
"Go to sleep, Edward," Jonathan muttered as he knocked the Riddler's lights out.
The man lay sprawled on the floor before Jonathan sighed and grabbed him, dragging him by his ankle to his bed, then he hoisted him up and lay him down, hitting Edward's head on the wall occasionally.
"Oops."
"Professa'!" Harley chirped from across the hall. "That was mean!"
"To Edward, maybe… but to the rest of us Harley, I believe it was quite kind."
He was finally able to get some sleep, of course when he woke up Edward was groaning and complaining about the fact his head hurt.
"You hit your head on the wall," Jonathan explained, helpfully, which wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.
Edward frowned. "I don't remember that happening."
"A small case of amnesia, I would tell your Doctor about that," Jonathan told him as the guards came and opened their cell door.
Edward was silent as he watched Jonathan get up and walk over to the door, he got up and followed him before he stopped and frowned.
"I… the last thing I remember…" Edward started before his eyes widened and he glared at the back of Jonathan's head. "Was the small scarecrow like fist heading straight for me!"
THE END.
Note: Okay sorry it's taken so long, got back logged with college work and things, but back here we have one request that I missed by accident so here we have another Eddie and Jonathan one! More will now be coming I promise and you guys can still place in requests, in fact please do, I will write what you request! :D Any characters, even if they have never been in the Arkham games, heck I'd even do Music Meister is you requested it so yep, keep them requests coming :D
