Adding Gotham Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter) to the game. Sorry I pick and choose the characters versions I like and do whatever I want lol.

Everyone have a happy new year 3

For Nirvana and Jonathon, the week had been quiet. They were stuck in confinement until deemed safe to be out with the rest of the psychopaths in Arkham, which would be the end of the week. Both were positive they would be cleared, it was all about the wait at this point. Nirvana had something to do, working on Edward's puzzle. She had gotten through half of it by the third day, but had made one mistake, causing the entire orb to snap back shut and for her to curse loudly.

"Nirvana?"

"Shut up, just shut up."

Sighing, Nirvana opened the first compartment and began flipping switches and alternating occasionally to dials. Meanwhile, Jonathon had nothing to keep his mind preoccupied, and he began to go stir crazy. Nirvana would hear him pace constantly, and occasionally he talked to himself. A lot of things she couldn't hear fully, other times he spoke chemical equations. It was strange, she had never really heard him think in such ways. She would take in the words he said, but she had no hope in retaining them without a way of writing it down. So she stuck to her puzzle.

It was the morning before their verdict when she had turned the orb over in her hands and twist the final knob when the ball collapsed in her hand with a click. She was surprised to see that while the orb flattened back out to the disk it was at the very beginning, but inside was a cellphone. A real live actual cellphone. She grabbed it gently, like holding it too tightly would make the phone disappear. She turned it around and held the power button and the screen lit up to be an uncomfortable digital green. So it wasn't a cell phone. One of Edward's little toys. She slid a finger across the screen and was created by a keypad. But instead of numbers, a phone style set of letters showed up. She studied it, before seeing a touch button that said the word 'hint'. When she pressed that, a sentence flooded the screen.

"What asks but never answers?"

She looked at it before typing in.

"Question"

The phone screen turned red before back to it's green. She typed in again.

"A question"

Again the screen turned red. She looked away, trying to think. However, she quickly pocketed the phone and put the collapsed disk under her mattress quietly. Footsteps came to the door and something was shoved into the drop box. She moved forward and looked inside. There were two sets of dark gray scrubs.

"Get changed and then you're both going down to the mess for breakfast," an unseen guard said outside her door.

"So we've been cleared?" Nirvana asked curiously.

"Seems that way."

She nodded to herself and moved away from the door to get changed. She subtly placed the phone in her one pair of the scrubs, before setting on to the bed and changing into the other set. No reason to have the phone on her where it could get confiscated. Nirvana stood by the door and waited for the rustling next door to finish. When it had, both doors opened to release them. Crane walked in front, Nirvana a few feet behind him. They were escorted the entire way, just in case. She had to wonder, when did they stop providing shoes to the inmates? She had understood at first, sometimes it takes a couple days to get uniforms, socks, and shoes out. But now both her and Crane were being escorted to the cafeteria with no shoes, no socks. And when her foot landed on the freezing tile, it took everything in her not to jump in the air and into the guard's arms to keep off the cold floor. However Nirvana didn't even flinch, simply walked. They went up to the line, and she eyed the food. It all looked-

"Disgusting," Crane spoke to himself. Nirvana nodded quietly, opting for the cold bag lunch over the sticky, yet somehow also dry, hot lunch. Nirvana moved away from Crane as soon as she was able and found an empty bench near the back of the cafeteria. There were faces she recognized, some she didn't. But mostly, everyone *else* had shoes. Just not her and Crane. Now she understood. She opened her bag lunch and pulled out a smashed egg sandwich, complete with bacon and cheese that looked like plastic, wrapped in plastic wrap, a small clear bag of grapes, and a bottle of water and a bottle of orange juice. She unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite into it. Bland and tasteless amd rubbery. Yummy. However she continued to eat it without any spoken complaint. Crane was seated about 4 tables away from her, sometimes looking at her, however she pretended not to notice. Most of her breakfast was quiet, save for the occasional cat calling crazies and screams. Some dropped trays. Guards yelling. Maybe quiet wasn't the right word, but no one bothered her until she felt a stranger sit across from her. She kept her eyes on the table and popped a grape into her mouth.

"Doctor?"

The voice immediately put her on edge. She didn't want to acknowledge him, she really didn't. However, she turned her head so she was facing the man. Brown eyes took her in, and orange eyes took him in. "Can I help you, Jervis?"

The brunette smiled in greeting, curls falling just below his dramatic jawline, goatee adding even more definition to his face. "You can relax Doctor Nelson, I don't want to hurt you, unlike many others here." She already knew that she couldn't trust Jervis Tetch as far as she could throw him. He had never been her patient, but that didn't mean she hadn't heard the stories.

Jonathon had been insistent on telling Nirvana how the two of them were so different from one another. Nothing alike. This was before she had been apart of a session with Jervis. She had laughed at Crane. Tall, pale, brunette, angular features? They could have been brothers! However, after talking Tetch, she realized how different the two really were. And also how very alike. But needless to say, Jon doesn't like Jervis and with him sitting by her, she felt the ice coming from his table.

"I have a hard time believing that Jervis. I was here when you disfigured that poor girl."

"I apologized and they even let me out on good behavior, Miss Nirvana-"

"Yet you're back?"

Tetch looked at her through long lashes, a smug smile on his full lips, "Old habits die hard, isn't that what people say?"

It was chilling, someone being so calm, so very relaxed despite mentioning something so horrible. "I guess I'm lucky I'm not your type." Black hair and orange eyes.

"My white rabbit, very much the opposite."

Nirvana glanced into his eyes again, staring into them before seeing how small his pupil was. "You're high."

"Yes," Tetch stated harshly, so much a change from his sing song way of speaking to sounding almost hateful. "But not because I want to be." He relaxed, shoulders falling a bit. She inspected him, regarding him with a softer gaze. He took a deep breath and regarded Nirvana calmly. "I come to ask a favor. And in return, you can gain as well."

"What do you mean 'not because you want to'?" Nirvana questioned but Tetch put a hand up.

"The favor, Doctor, please," Tetch interrupted quietly, obviously wanting to move past the questions and Nirvana searched his features. She sighed quietly, but extended a hand to show for him to continue. "I need to grab something very valuable, to mold the minds and make them malleable."

"What is it?"

"My pocketwatch, Miss Nirvana," Jervis spoke honestly. "I can get you to the lockers where they keep the grabbed items, tucked away where no one finds them."

"What exactly would be in it for me?"

"All those gifts at your disposal, can't you see the good in this proposal? I can help fan the fire, create the woman made of ire. Plus hidden in one metal box, we'll find the venom to feed nox."

"Nox?" Nirvana questioned carefully but Jervis continued.

"We can get the itch fully scratched, white rabbit," he smiled calmly, a voice filled with knowing. Nirvana eyed him suspiciously to which he continued, "Playing with spit is such an unsanitary thing."

"Who told you?"

"Does it really matter?"

When Nirvana was about to tell him off, the guards began to hollar that it was time to go outside. A recess of sorts. Like they were children. And mentally, she supposed some were. She moved to stand up and leave Jervis behind, but she watched as blue eyes stared at her, and an unbelievable heat accompany the gaze. She turned back to Jervis to avoid the fiery gaze. Jervis picked up her orange juice and handed it to her kindly.

"I think it's bad," Nirvana stated, her voice suddenly very quiet. Jervis simply nodded and took a place walking beside her as they exited the cafeteria together.

Maybe just a little more time discussing this favor wouldn't be so bad... Right?

...

"So, I have a question, Miss Nelson."

"What is it?"

"Why don't you have any shoes?"

Nirvana looked down at her feet, seeing them on the concrete of the quad, and Jervis gave a small chuckle when she wiggled her toes. "I think it's because Dr. Crane and I made Dr. Arkham upset with us," she explained honestly. It wasn't so bad outside. The tile of the building had been cold due to the constant A/C that was running, but the ground outside was a comfortable warm temperature. Jervis hummed in acknowledgment before he casually kicked off his shoes. Nirvana shook her head, but before she could speak he kicked over the uniform slip ons over to her.

"I just need them back when we go back to our cells. I'm afraid I'm by the vent and it gets awfully chilly in the morning."

"Thank you, Jervis." She put the shoes one and took a couple clownish steps, the bottoms of the shoes slapping on the concrete. The two of them gave small chuckles but the began to circle the quad.

"So here's a question," Nirvana began casually, "You know how important that toxin is to me, correct?" He hummed in agreement, "And in return for help getting it, you want me to help you get a pocketwatch?"

"Yes."

"I could do something more, maybe even help get you off the drugs?"

"I have a plan that I must do on my own, Miss Nirvana. Trust me to do this alone," Jervis stated dryly, and quickly moved on to a different topic, "If he were to stare at me with anymore heat, I may burst into flame head to feet."

"He was never your biggest fan," Nirvana answered coolly.

"Could he possibly be jealous?" Jervis hummed in a jovial tone. Nirvana made a tutting noise but she thought about his words like a flashback to when she was near the brink of death. 'She's mine, don't take her from me!'

"No," Nirvana spoke quietly, eyes looking at his too big shoes on her feet. Jervis was inspecting her then, eyeing her features. But they walked in silence for a while. Nirvana was grateful at the natural Crane deterant that Jervis provided. Maybe she should work to keep him around a little more.

"Can I ask you another question?" Jervis spoke calmly.

"I think I'm rather done with questions today, Mr. Tetch," Nirvana answered in a quiet voice. Aftet these words, a bell tolled quietly to announce it was time to go back inside. "Just as well, I suppose."

"You have group therapy today, white rabbit?"

"I'm not sure, I'll have to wait for guard to tell me where to go," Nirvana walked in with Tetch walking beside her. "Do you mind sitting with me during the lunch period?" Nirvana spoke calmly, despite not really thinking about the words before she said them. Jervis smiled at her, yet she didn't feel comforted by it. It was off, and she immediately regreted asking for his company. But he was better than some of the alternatives.

"Of course, Doctor. I'd be honored."

"Thank you, Jervis."

The two of them separated after walking in from the yard and Nirvana immediately saw a familiar guard coming up to her. It was the one that had dropped of the Riddler's puzzle box. "You'll be in group therapy today, Dr. Nelson." She simply nodded as he walked beside her. "You're not going to like the crowd."

"Can't be that bad, everything else sucks anyway."

...

This was way worse. Way way worse. It wasn't group therapy at all.

"Dr. Crane, Dr. Nelson, how are you both doing today?"

The two raven haired doctors stayed silent, staring daggers into one another from across a large room. They were as far away from each other as they could be, sitting in the furthest chairs in opposite directions with their counselor sitting in a chair in the middle.

"How has your first day been in general public?"

"So you're just going to hang around that psychopath Tetch and you think that's okay?" His voice was ice, chilled to the bone and his glacier eyes looked like they were on fire.

"I'm sorry, I have to pass my friends through you?" Friend wasn't really the right word, but it was the best she could come up with right then.

"He's dangerous, Nirvana!"

"So are you!" Nirvana snapped viciously, orange eyes glowing with hate.

"That's enough," the counselor spoke curtly. She was an older woman, with bright green eyes and curly red hair. She seemed like a very no nonsense type of woman.

"Ma'am," Nirvana turned to look at her fully, eyes looking angry but also desperate, "Please, I don't want to do this."

"Dr. Jeremiah chose your set up," the woman spoke calmly, opening up a notebook and pulling an unbreakable pen from her pocket. "I can't fight it, but maybe if we can show some progress, we can ask for something a little better in the future."

"Of course he did," Crane spoke darkly. The woman looked at him with narrowed eyes. Both patient took a deep breath, Nirvana lowering her eyes as she shook her head. She felt so hopeless.

"Tell me about your relationship with one another."

Silence filled the room, as both doctors seemed to be looking for an answer to that question. Nirvana had no idea what to say, but Jonathon spoke up. "We worked together."

"And?"

"We were friends."

"...and?"

"That's it," he spoke with a sigh, annoyance lacing his tone. Nirvana huffed.

"She may be wanting to know why you kidnapped me and turned me into a monster."

Silence again, as Crane tried to mull this over in his mind. "Something happened, made it a necessary thing."

"And what was that, Dr. Crane?"

"She knew my identity, I couldn't let her tell everyone," Jonathon explained, thinking back on the memory. Had it really been so long ago? Nirvana sighed to herself, eyes staying on the ground. She hated this. She really really hated this.

"I see. And that's how she ended up with you?" The woman took down a few notes. "Why not just kill her instead? Wouldn't it have been easier? You could have avoided getting caught all together."

"Because I respected her... She was my frien-"

"It was a purpose of pride, friendship doesn't even play a part in this, Jon, and you know it."

The counselor stayed quiet as Jonathon looked at her with studying eyes. She waited to see if he said anything else and when he didn't, she felt angry. She looked at him then.

"You took me from that party and you ruined my life. You kept me in a cage, you tortured me. Made me this disgusting fucking thing I am now-"

"You're not disgusting-"

"I don't care what you think. Do you think I'll ever be happy looking like this? Do you think people will find me attractive anymore? No," Nirvana spoke coolly, crossing her arms over her chest. This was about to be a full blown temper tantrum, and she did not care. At all.

"Afraid your new love interest won't be interested?"

"I will come across this room and slap the ever living fuck out of you, Crane. Don't think I won't-"

"Dr. Nelson," the woman warned coolly, "In Dr. Crane's defense, Mr. Tetch is a dangerous man. You should have friends, I encourage you to do so, just be weary who they are."

"Miss," Nirvana snapped, "I would rather be stuck in a room with Tetch, in a blonde wig, in a blue dress, with no supervision then be in a room with him and a doctor with him that far away." Jonathon made a noise that signaled his disgust at the thought and Nirvana's eyes snapped up to look at him. He visibly tensed under the cold, deathly gaze she gave him. "Do you want to know what he did to me?" The woman stayed silent, waiting for Nirvana to continue. "He had me room, where no one could hear me, and he drugged me. When I didn't give him what he wanted, do you know what he did then?"

Silence echoed the room, save for Nirvana's breathing in and out of her nose. "He tied me to a chair, and drugged me again. And again. And again. I lost months of my life living in a hell he created with that fucking nightmare fuel he made and forced into my veins. And that fucking egotistical shit stain Jeremiah Arkham thought putting me in therapy with my abuser was going to help me? That's negligent, that's disgusting, and he should have his licensed taken away on that alone. Did you see that he didn't give us any shoes? Or did you simply decide not to notice? Do you know where I got these?" She motioned down to her feet at the too big slippers, "Jervis Tetch."

"So how about you really really think about the shit Dr. Crane and Dr. Arkham did instead of telling me who's dangerous and who isn't because I already know." With that, Nirvana stood up, kicking her chair away from her and toward Crane before pushing her way out the door. She didn't plan on going far, just to the nearest guard. Her guard, the one on Nygma's payroll.

"I'm having violent thoughts, take me to my cell."

"Violent thoughts or violent urges?" The guard asked with a humorous tone to his voice.

"Both." The guard pushed himself off the wall and left, leaving another guard to take his place. "What's your name?" The guard looked at her with a curious gaze but turned away soon after.

"Miles. Andrew Miles."

"Miles, I want you to forget what I told you, about the guards leaving Crane alone."

"I can do that."

"Thank you. I'm done being nice. And I want to be released back out for lunch. I need to return something before tonight."

"Yes ma'am."

Nirvana was stepping delicately, but the officer almost felt like she was stomping up the metal stairs. There was an air of something different about her. Something dangerously close to being released.