It was one of those moments. I can't explain it more than that. Just one of those moments. The Earth stood still. No. Not still. Fast. The room was spinning so fast that everything looked so slow. Like the images were set to slow motion and I was watching like I was an observer, a voyeur.

Jervis was being useless as always. Harley had gone off when she found out where her "Puddin" was and Pamela. The lights went out. The lights went out. The lights went out and that's all I can remember.

And now I'm here. I don't know where the world went but I think I'd like to get back to it. Can you show me the way, Tin-Man?

"Oh, look you're conscious." Jonathan had a notebook. He didn't want a notebook but it was what he could find on such short notice. Edward had taken to the toxin better than anticipated. Jervis even. But he wasn't important at the moment.

Edward looked left to right and left. He had old crazy eyes, covered in sweat and speechless. A suitable look and state of mind.

"I don't really have anything against you, but a mutual friend wanted you out of the way. I knew you wouldn't just come to me if I asked." Jonathan shrugged and continued writing.

"I know you." Edward's voice was breathless. Why was he so tried anyway? He's been asleep for an hour.

"Yes."

Edward tried to move the rest of his body but found it impossible. His arm refused to corporate. His body was on strike.

"What do you want?" He tried to keep fear out of his voice. Fear is bad. Fear is that monsters ice cream.

"Me? Nothing from you, really."

"You can let him go. It's over now."

That voice. Edward searched for the source. He knew that voice! He had been sort of allies and friends with that voice! What was the name? He knew the name. On the tip of his tongue.

"Tommy!"

"Edddie. I'm done here."

Jonathan held out his hand. Edward couldn't take it on account of his body and the strike. Jonathan sighed and pulled the man into an upright position.

"You may leave." Jonathan walked away.

"What's going on?" Edward fell back down.

"Nothing important." Jonathan said without looking back as he left the room.

Edward didn't have time to think about another question. Arkham's finest ran into the room and carried him off.

"Apparently it was a favor." Jervis said over lunch. It's been a week and the toxins had left his system. Jonathan told him the whole story. They were friends. Or something. Edward didn't want those details.

"Arkham had hired some people from Blackgate to let us loose so we would go mad. His theory is that if the mad are left with the mad, it would cancel each other out."

"How did he manage to get a crew from Blackgate if he was locked up?" Jervis and Edward sat in silence. Stupid question. They both had managed to both have their own little dealings whilst inside Arkham.

"How did Tomm-Hush find out about this?" Jervis shrugged.

"That's one thing Jonathan never expanded upon. I would guess that Hush likes to keep his allies happy. Perhaps he wants you to be in his debt. I don't think he came here out of the goodness of his heart."

"Do you regret not escaping when we had the chance?"

"No."

Edward looked at the cup of tea. He wished he had some bourbon. He was in Hush's debt. He needed a stiff drink.

"Do you want to raid Cash's fridge?"

"Not tonight. My shoulder only just healed."

Edward frowned. He look over at the unconscious guards. It would be such a waste if they didn't take this opportunity to do something.

"We should get back to our block. The reinforcement will be here soon." Jervis finished the last of the tea. He hated to waste it.

"I think I need a vacation." Edward didn't move. EI sounded beautiful. Jervis gathered his belongings and understood.

"A week?" He looked to their mess.

"Possibly more, but it's what I need."

Jervis nodded. He jogged. He couldn't be caught for Edward's plan to work. He sat there.

And waited.

He smiled as he felt the strong arms pull him to his feet. He wanted this. Needed this.

A break. A break from the world. He didn't fight as he was beaten and dragged along the hall.

Everything sounded like Heaven.

Harley sighed. She didn't mind gardens or plants or flowers or anything. She just didn't like spending all of her activity time getting her hands dirty over things she didn't care about. Pamela cooed and awwed over her "children." She was ever the proud parent.

"They're growing well. Harley, are you watering yours?" Harley's plants looked half dead. Pamela frowned. She hated to see plants suffer. Harley smiled and shrugged.

"I guess I'm just not a gardener, Red." Harley had ten minutes left of activity before she had to go back to her cell. The TV room. The TV wasn't being used. She felt a part of her leave.

"Go." Red knew her so well. Harley kissed her on the cheek and skipped to the TV lounge. Pamela rubbed her cheek with her shoulder and continued to pet her precious plants.

The room was hopping. Jonathan and Jervis were in a chess showdown. Mary was playing board games. Pudding was in ICU for another week and Edward still had some time in EI before he would be released. Something about fighting with guards. Not his usual behavior.

TV.

She jumped on the couch like it was a bouncing castle and grabbed the remote. TV time.

She pressed the button.

Nothing.

She pressed the button.

Nothing.

"It's broken." Two-Face said. Harley hadn't noticed that he was there. Her couch buddy. She leaned over and squinted. He was reading some law magazine.

"Oh. Whatcha reading."

"You can see the cover, can't you?" He turned a page, content with not having a conversation.

"You still care about that stuff?"

"I'm a lawyer."

"Oh. I still like psychology! I used to get this one called Psychology Today. I haven't renewed it though."

Silence.

She twiddled her thumbs and kicked her feet. She hated awkward silences. What could they talk about? How much they hated Batman?

She opened her mouth to speak.

"Time's up. Back to your cell's. Come on."

Harley frowned. Harvey got his feet faster than she had liked and followed orders. New mission.

Be friends with Harvey!