Anyone home?

It had been funny to watch, but now it was concerning.

Eddie hadn't moved after the unfortunate, yet highly funny, incident with the taser and a very annoyed Cash.

Edward had gone off on one again, like awakes, he'd flipped at some poor lawyer or at least that's what everyone thought had happened.

Of course, it wasn't really what had happened, Selina could vouch for that and the small underground explosion at the toy store could also vouch for it too.

Edward would vouch for it if he was awake.

He wasn't.

He was still lying on the floor in his cell and Harley was starting to get a little concerned. Even for Riddles it had been a long time since he'd moved, this was out of character, maybe she should try and wake him?

She tapped on the glass of her own cell and called out to him. "Eddie!"

In the same cell, Scarecrow looked up from his book and raised a curious eyebrow at her. "Child, why on earth would you even wish to wake him? He's quiet."

"Yeah, but Professa'! Even for Eddie, he's been unconscious for far too long."

"And he's been talking for longer. Enjoy the peace," he looked up and glared ever so slightly. "Savour it while it lasts."

Harley wasn't taking any of it. There was no point, she wanted Eddie to wake up, she was getting worried.

"Eddie!" she yelled again as she slammed her hands on the glass. "Wake up!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes and slowly rose from his position on the bed and walked over to Edward.

In a way, he supposed, Harley was right, Nigma had been unconscious for far too long; a Doctor would be worried.

He wasn't a doctor anymore per-say, but that didn't mean he cared. In fact, Crane was thanking what ever god there was out there for this wonderful blessing; the Riddler finally silent for a good few hours, maybe there was such a thing as miracles.

Sighing, he knelt down next to him and poked his shoulder. Nima didn't stir.

"See!" Harley yelled. "I'm worried!" ha gasped and took a few steps back, eyes wide and hands over her mouth in a shocked fashion. "What if they killed him?!" she whisper shouted at him.

The old Doctor gave her a look that an adult would give a small child when they were about to scold them.

"I doubt it, Harleen."

"But what if they have?!"

"What would their motive be?" Jonathan got to his feet, tilting his head to the side and wincing slightly as the leg brace creaked slightly with each leg movement. "Other then the fact their evening rounds would be finally silent."

"That's not funny, Professa!"

"Oh really? I found it to be quite amusing."

She rolled her eyes and slammed her hands against the glass again. "Riddles! Wake up!"

Jonathan rubbed his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. "If that didn't work the first few times, what makes you think it would work again?"

"Third time's a charm?"

"Not in this instance it seems."

"You're the closest, do something!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes before he got to his feet. "Don't want to."

"What ya mean ya don't want to?!"

"Because I'm rather enjoying the silence. As I think you should to, because what ever it was that sent him into such a rage he needed to be tasered, he will not be quiet about when he comes to."

The young blond from across the hall gave him a critical and harsh glare. It didn't bother him in the slightest, he had, after all, received worse treatment from people. A glare was not going to make him scared in the slightest, why should it?

"Child, do you honestly wish to wake him?"

"I'm worried Professa'!"

Jonathan sighed and ran a hand down his face before he looked and Edward again and decided that the only thing he could do was to slap him around the face. He supposed that would be a little satisfying.

He raised his hand and slapped him as hard as he could across the face, this of course, finally managed to wake Nigma up who blinked and stared at Jonathan with a look of horror and confusion.

"You were unconscious and nothing else seemed to be working," Jonathan explained as he slowly rose to his feet and turned on his heel. "And I will admit, slapping you in the face was mildly satisfying to say the least."

"Did you have to slap me?!"

"Nothing else seemed to be working and Harley was worried."

Edward to see the blond woman was smiling at him. "Riddles! You're alive!"

He sighed and rubbed his cheek. "I wish I wasn't."

"Aww… what happened?"

"Don't!" Jonathan yelled but it was too late.

He started to ramble again. Jonathan face palmed as he heard Edward's voice continuously cursing Catwoman or his computer and explaining everything that had happened and whilst it was funny to watch the Riddler self destruct… it was also annoying.

Jonathan got to his feet and tapped Edward on the shoulder, the man only got to turn half way around before a fist was the next and last thing he saw before falling to the ground, out cold.

"Jonny!"

"I told you waking him was a bad idea!"

THE END.

Note: Sorry this one took so long guys! :/ i had a case of writer's block and then college work and this story got pushed to the back. But I am back now so hopefully I will get the others done very soon!

Thank you to all of those who have stuck by me and continue to review this story it means a lot to me and honestly keeps me going! We're almost at the end of Arkham Life, I still have a few spaces left for more requests, but yep, it's almost finished.

Gonna miss this series guys, but don't worry, the Sequal will be out very soon after: After Arkham.

Once again, requests are still open :) May just take me a while to catch up.