So instead of taking the long trip down to the isolation block, Jackson led Edward too his new accommodations in intensive treatment. Edward had been placed here before, so he was going to occupy a cell that was commonly his when he was here. It had green question marks all over the place, and foot prints going up the walls.
Edward was finally home 'Home Sweet Home'. This was the cell that he had escaped from over two months ago, so he was surprised that they locked him back up here. But due to budget cuts and limited resources, an empty cell was an empty cell and no one wanted to be in the same cell block as Victor Zsasz and Scarecrow when he wasn't locked up in isolation for something.
Edward sat down on his freshly made bed and looked over at the vacant cell across the way. Scarecrow must have been taken to isolation in the time that Edward had a therapy session and been brought down here. But Edward could hear tapping on the wall between him and his neighbour. So it was obvious that he wasn't alone.
"Oh, Mr Nigma, welcome home." Zsasz said with a slight hint of wanting in his voice. "I've missed you. I haven't had anyone to talk to about my work since they moved Scarecrow to a different cell. He was angry that I wouldn't stop talking about my 'work'. Would you like to experience my work first hand Mr Nigma?" Zsasz waited for Edward to reply but he didn't.
"HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME? I WANT TO INTRODUCE YOU TO YOUR MAKER AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE INIATIVE TO TELL ME 'YES, I WISH TO MEET HIM." Now Zsasz was hitting the wall with his fist to get Edward's attention. He was paying attention; he just didn't want to engage a conversation with someone as incredibly stupid as Zsasz.
The guard that was watching the camera feeds that came from Zsasz's cell, noticed that his fists we now bleeding.
"We got a 10-51, back up request. I repeat we've got a 10-51 in intensive C.B 1." yelled the guard down his radio.
Edward just sat on his bed as quiet as he could. He saw as Zsasz was dragged out into the hall and could clearly see his head being smashed in by three rather burly guards. As this was happening Zsasz was still trying to fight them off.
Is he really that dumb that he thinks he can take on all those guards, who are heavily armoured and well trained for this sort of thing, clearly not the brightest light bulb. Oh well, least he's putting on an interesting show.
He looked on as Zsasz's bloody fists tried to punch one of the guards in the face. But his visor protected him from that attempted punch.
"Oh try to punch me huh?" there was a loud crack. Clear as day, a bone had been broken. Not only had a bone been broken, it was all caught in tape. Something Zsasz might be able to use later.
It wasn't instant, but then there was an ear piercing scream.
There we go. There is a delay between pain and his brain translating the nerve messaged and sending the message to the pain receptors. He clearly isn't smart. His I.Q would have to below 80, clearly someone who I can manipulate. If I ever need a monkey to make a distraction, I know who to refer to.
Zsasz's ear piercing scream died down as he was dragged off to the medical facility. This left Edward alone in the cell block. With no one around him and after an incident like that it was as almost if he was back in isolation. Knowing that saying anything or doing anything at this point in time would not be taken kindly he decided to sleep. It wasn't even noon.
Edward opened him eyes. He reached out for his glasses and put them on. Using his left index finger, he slid the glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looked over and his door and noticed Cash and North standing at his cell door.
"Finally, the genius has returned to the land of the living," North taunted. "Too good for us are you? You've been asleep for over twenty hours."
20 hours? That's a long time ever for you Edward, how could you have let yourself sleep for that long? Not even when you were in isolation you certainly didn't sleep for that long. You've wasted time that could have been better spent on planning. You wasted valuable time that you cannot get back.
"Get a move Nigma; you have a session with Dr Arkham. So get off your lazy riddle ass and get up." Cash was clearly annoyed that he had to take Edward to and from each and every one of his session because Edward was still considered an 'escape risk'.
"It would seem you've had a lovely shift today Cash? Or maybe your wife is no longer in love with you now she's pregnant again?" Edward knew things about Cash that Cash didn't even know himself.
"How could you possibly know that about my wife Riddler?" Cash said beyond agitated.
"Oh a little clown told me during my sojourn in isolation." Edward said with a smile. Being called the Riddler was still a lovely and welcome change.
"I knew it was that damn clown." Cash said as he turned his attention away from Edward and now started to think about the beat down he was going to give the Joker near the end of his shift.
North pushed Edward down the hall to the elevator. Edward was surprised that he wasn't restrained, but he wasn't going to tell these two highly ranked guards how to do their job, but a big part of him wanted to call them out on their failure. He was thinking about a riddle to go with it. The three of them stepped into the elevator.
North looked at Edward and then it dawned on him that he hadn't restrained Edward when they were back at his cell. He looked over at Cash and gave him a nod to make Cash aware of the fact.
"Nigma" Cash said with a slight hesitant tone. "Seeming we've gotten this far without you being restrained and no problems, we'll continue to Arkham's office. If you even much as step a toe out of line." He said as his right hand hovered over his taser gun.
Oh damn. It was appear that he finally noticed. Shame and I was enjoying it too.
The three of them continued to Dr Arkham's without a problem. They had walked past Two-Face in Arkham Mansion, but he had been too preoccupied with flipping his coin to even notice Edward as in the hall with him.
"I'll left fate decide on whether I hit you in the gut or in the face you stupid bastard. Nobody talks to us like that, especially not a shrimp like you," Two-Face retorted as he walked down the hall, feeling in his pocket for his infamous coin.
"Move it Dent, I haven't got all day," said the new guard as he pushed Two-Face down the hall.
"You got that right," Harvey flipped his coin. Unfortunately it came up good. So Two-Face didn't get to have his fun and went along with the guards resigned.
Cash, North and Edward arrived at Arkham Arkham's office. Cash used his right hand to knock on the door and North stood behind Edward so that if he tried anything, there was nowhere for him to go. Maybe they should have restrained him while in the elevator?
"Come in," called Dr Arkham on the other side of the door. He had just been playing darts in the five minute break between Harvey leaving and Edward arriving. He slid the darts back into their case and placed the case in his desk. "Mr Nigma, take a seat." He looked at Edward and noticed that he wasn't restrained but he didn't question it. It was up to the authority of Aaron Cash and William North whether he was restrained while they escorted him, and during his session, Edward had proved himself not to be a problem. But with the news that he was going to tell Edward today, he would have preferred that the man was restrained. Dr Arkham pressed start on the tape.
"So Edward, how are we today?" Edward looked back at Dr Arkham with a smile. After seeing the incompetence of the two most senior guards in Arkham Asylum, Edward was amused, more that amused, pleased that the buffoons paid to keep men like the Joker and Two-Face would be so lax at their jobs.
"Oh I'm fine Doctor. Happy as ever," Edward said as he leaned back and placed his hands on the back of his head.
"Well, I have something to tell you Edward. It's not that big of a deal or really that important, but I thought I'd better tell you. I'm going on vacation from the 22nd to the 29th of August. You will not be having any therapy sessions during that week and you will get the extra hour to either stay in your cell, go to the rec room or the gardens. I've decided to give you a choice, seeming, with your satisfactory behaviour recently, being locked up in your cell did not seem like a healthy option."
Edward just looked back at Dr Arkham, with a big smile and a forced pleased tone.
"Have a wonderful vacation Dr Arkham."
To be continued...