KittyComeHere-Sometimes I wonder why she won't just kill me off and be done with it.
Jasmine Scarthing-I suspect the orderly disagrees with you.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-Adorable, until she takes a dislike to you.
Sleeping in Arkham isn't easy. Across the way, you've got the Riddler, who can't shut up even in his sleep. If he has to hear one more, "Four across is minotaur…" he's going to kill him. Or commit suicide, whichever is easier.
A little ways down the block is that damned clown, who giggles all night long. All. Night. Long. He suspects that he does it on purpose, because he would find that sort of thing funny. It's a nightmare if they're in medical together.
In the cell next door is Harvey Dent, who doesn't sleep at all. All he ever does is lie there, flipping that coin. Sometimes-usually right as he's dropping off to sleep-the coin falls onto the floor and there's a flurry of panic.
Jervis snores. You wouldn't think a small man like that could make so much noise, but he does.
Between the giggles, the crossword, the snoring, and the fwap-fwap-CLATTER, he doesn't sleep. The doctors are idiots. They accuse him of denying his 'childhood trauma'. Yes, he has nightmares-not that he'll ever admit it-but who needs nightmares when you have roommates like these?
"Eight down is…feline…"
Enough is enough.
He weighs a small pebble-not big enough to do damage, but big enough to sting a little-and flings it through his cell bars and into the Riddler's. It smacks him in the eyeball and he starts up, clawing at his face.
If he can't sleep, he can at least be entertained by Edward's sureness that a giant spider is in the cell with him.
THE END