AN: In light of the most recent episode of Gotham, let us all take a moment to give Oswald a hug and to shower Edward with cookies. And then get the hell out of town while we still can. No clue when Jonathan's birthday is, but I have given him January 19th-Poe's birthday.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-And you didn't feel bad for the others? And they call me crazy...
Christineoftheopera-Just hope that the Joker doesn't deem you to be an unamusing copycat.
Johanna Crane-Gold star for guessing the reference! How else were we supposed to get in?
They meant well, supposedly. And some of them probably did-the doctors think he needs to work at being antisocial, and some of the inmates-not friends, friends don't throw each other under the bus like they do-honestly thought it would be fun.
But it really isn't the best idea to surprise him, even when he's unarmed. He doesn't like parties as it is. Walking into the rec room to find a mob of people he doesn't like gathered around a drooping cake?
No.
They tried this last year, but he broke out. That was a coincidence-the only reason he knows about it now is because Harley hunted him down and shrieked at him for ruining the fabulous surprise. He may or may not have intended to give her a faceful of fear gas, but it happened all the same. Call it force of habit, if you will-most people that grab his shirt and force him into walls are intending bodily harm.
This year, he was not so lucky. He checked in with the beginnings of a cold and wasn't really feeling up to launching a full-scale escape. And so they struck.
But he had the last laugh, he thinks smugly. They weren't expecting him to be so calm about it, to pick up the plastic spoon and join them in eating the cake.
And they certainly weren't expecting him to jam said plastic spoon into a guard's eye and get dragged off to solitary.
Maybe they'll think twice before doing this next year.
THE END