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Confusion
During my time in Wayne Enterprise I could feel myself become anxious, but of what? The man with the name Jervis Tetch was a strange character that whatever he was trying to accomplish didn't work. Soon, my thought s went to Thomas Elliot, why would he even accept a job in Arkham Asylum? Since his parent's death, he has inherited all of their fortune, and why do I doubt a long time friend in the first place? Then there's also that incident of looking for Jonathan's notes, it's simple to see that someone was there also looking for them, but whom?
My thoughts became interrupted as the phone ranged in my office. I reached out for it and picked it up, settling it next to my ear. "Alfred?"
"Master Wayne, you have a guest by the name Thomas Elliot here, saying he has your 'requested medication'."
"I'll be there." I then hang up the phone and walk out of my office.
Before I could exit the building, I notice that the receptionist is actually doing her work as she's typing away in her computer. Guess there's a first time for everything. But even then I have a bad feeling as I head out of Wayne Enterprise.
Jervis walks into his apartment and realizes that his Alice is nowhere in sight. He then walked forward and suddenly heard something snap under his foot. He looked down and moved his foot out of the way. Jervis frowned at what he stepped on. "Drat, another miscalculation in my part, now I really must find my Alice. Yes, but before that I'll have some tea."
He smiled as he took off his coat and hat, mumbling, "such plain things."
Jervis grabbed a small cup and a saucer and began pouring left over tea he had. Once he poured it into his cup, he walked over to his chair and placed his tea cup down on the small table next to him. He reached over to his headset and began turning it on. "Rabbit 001; have you found those notes yet?"
"No, sir."
Jervis clenched his teeth inside his mouth. "Then keep looking, I know for a fact that Jonathan Crane was last seen and shot, mind you, that he couldn't have simply gotten up and left. I want those notes, now go find them!" Jervis then turned off his headset and pulled it out of his ear.
His face was frustrated and angered as he thought about the incident that happened in Arkham. No one cares for Jonathan, of that I'm certain. But then who could have been the damn bastard that was seen carrying him out of Arkham? Hmm, a rich fellah eh? That was the last thing my mind-controlled henchmen said before I killed him. The only rich man I know is Bruce Wayne, but why would he-
Jervis grabbed his headset one more time and placed it back in his ear. "Miss could you be a dear and come to my lovely adobe."
"Yes, sir."
Jervis smiled. Surely a receptionist of Wayne Enterprise holds some useful information.
I quickly parked my car outside of the mansion and head inside. Alfred is already opening up the door before I could even make it.
"Master Wayne, nice of you to join us."
I smile at Alfred and head inside, the first thing I notice is that Elliot is standing in the middle of the living room holding a bottle of pills. "Elliot."
He turns around and smiles. "Hello, Bruce. Sorry for taking my sweet time looking for these pills, they were actually harder to come by… seeing as these are somehow for the more insane, which I don't think you or anyone else you could know fall into that category." Elliot's voice was soon becoming suspicious as he kept on looking at me with a calm expression. "Unless…"
I could tell that he knew something that I didn't want him to know. "Unless what?"
He scratched his chin and let his eyes wonder around the mansion. "Unless if a certain doctor or should I say ex-doctor was somehow threatening you for this, which I don't think is the case here."
I frowned at the way he was now beginning to talk. "What are you getting at?"
Elliot took a seat on the couch and gave a small sigh. "Bruce, as a friend, if you're in any sort of trouble then-"
"What are you really trying to say, Elliot?"
He rubs his temple with his hand and closes his eyes; once he is composed he turns and looks directly into my eyes. "You know where Jonathan Crane is, don't you?"
I walk over to him and take the pills from his hand, placing it inside my coat, and I begin to walk away. "Alfred will walk you to the door." I say as I continue my path back into my room.
Elliot looks off into the side and gets up, straightening up his coat as he sees Alfred walking to him. He looks at Alfred and points his thumb to the direction that Bruce left. "Tell him that I won't tell anyone."
Alfred nods and begins to walk him to the door.
I hear the door close as I lean on the closed door of my room. He knows. Is the only word that goes around my head as I look down to the floor with a frown. I bring my head back up and look over to Jonathan's sleeping body.
Why?
I shake my head and bring my hand up to look at the bottle of pills. The bottle is full with white capsules that are use as medication but deep down, I want to throw these things away. I'm sure that Jonathan can do without them, but then again, he is a patient, an Arkham patient to make matters worse.
Slowly, almost sluggishly, walk to the nightstand by where Jonathan is sleeping next to. I open up the drawer and peer inside. I then reach inside to take out what has been catching my interest from the past day that I lay my eyes on it. A burlap mask.
The first thing that comes to mind when I look at this thing is: evil. I slowly let myself drop in front of the nightstand with my back leaning on it. I swallow and bring the mask up to my eye sight. To anyone else this could look like some stupid home-made Halloween mask that some kid tried to make using poor stitching skills because he didn't have enough money to go buy one.
It's almost sad that someone like Jonathan would commit the things he did wearing a mask like this.
Scarecrow.
I place the mask aside and close my eyes as I feel a huge migraine getting to me. Soon, out of nowhere I hear a small groan come from Jonathan. I open my eyes and look over to him; I could see that his left hand was slightly shaking. I bring up my right hand and grasp his in mine. He stops all movement and goes back to the way he was. Unconscious and motionless.
Leaning my head back on the nightstand, I close back my eyes and without noticing it, I fall asleep, holding onto Jonathan's hand like an anchor.
"So, that's all you know."
"Yes."
Jervis nods his head and takes her outside of his apartment, he then reaches inside her ear and removes a small ear-bud from her. The receptionist shakes her head and looks around.
"Where am I?"
Jervis was already walking away from her as he reached his apartment. He grabbed his dark green coat and his green top hat with the symbol of a 10/6 and placed both of his pieces of clothing on. He smiled at having his favorite suit on.
Jervis walks over to his cup of tea and takes small sips as he settles himself on a stool. "Well, that was pointless but at least I can take Bruce Wayne out of my list of suspects on my hunt of: which rich man could take in an ex-doctor, and an insane one at that. Surely a playboy of Bruce Wayne's caliber would have nothing to do with that man." But it does bring me back to square one.
He shook his head and finished his tea. "The only thing for this Hatter to do is to wait and see when that damn March Hare would pop out," Jervis stood up and smiled, placing his tea cup on the table. "For the mean time, I must look for Alice, such a naughty girl for escaping."
He heads out of his apartment with evil intentions in his mind, and a smile plastered on his face.
A/N: For those wondering why Jervis referred to Jonathan as a March Hare is because in the Lewis Carroll's work, both the Hatter and the March Hare are referred to as "both mad" by the Cheshire Cat.
1 . Elliot's intentions in this chapter are a little unknown since he does know the truth about where Jonathan Crane is, which makes Bruce become more anxious; hence, him looking for a reason on why he is taking care of an Arkham patient instead of sending him to where he needs to be.
2 . In the last chapter, Jervis controlled the mind of the receptionist of Wayne Enterprise because he is searching for clues on who could have escaped with Jonathan (he knows that it has to be someone who is rich) since he knew that he was shot down in the old Arkham Asylum. His intentions also remain a mystery thus far.
3 . Also, yes, Jervis does name his henchmen by the word Rabbit and a number (I find it much easier than putting random names to them; he also tends to call the people he experiments with the same thing.) Hope I was able to clear that up as well.
I hope this helps you understand more where this is going, since some might become a little confuse, if it doesn't then feel free to send me a PM. I'll make sure to answer any question.
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