"She looked terrified."Jervis agreed.
Now the topic had changed from who was responsible for confiscation of their belongings to concern over Harley's reaction.
"But of course, this would be your area of expertise."he continued.
"She wasn't like that before yesterday. It must have been something she encountered while in solitary."
"Of course. But nothing ever happens when one is in solitary. Simply meals. And medication."
"She made it sound as though it were more than a day she spent in there."
They thought for a while. However, neither seemed to be able to come up with an explanation for Harley's behavior.
She insisted that she had spent more than one day in solitary, which of course wasn't true. Perhaps it was simply because it seemed like more than one day to her. Although they couldn't explain why.
"Well, solitary isn't quite fun, after all,"began Jonathan.
"I always have thought they should put some kind of entertainment there."said Jervis.
Though most of the inmates would have preferred a tv, personally, he preferred books. Especially by his favorite author, Lewis Carroll. He and Jonathan had actually discussed this several times before, although Jonathan said he preferred more instructive books. However, there was little hope of getting the doctors to see this. Or the guards.
"But it's most likely she's simply making it all up. After all, there is simply no possible way for the cells to be freezing, or boiling as she said. Especially not at the same time."finished Jonathan.
"True. If it's even remotely true, it is simply a figment of her imagination, I'm afraid to say."
"It is."said Jonathan.
They smiled. Just what kind of things could Harley be making up next. Spending a day in solitary wasn't fun, and possibly the only thing she did most of the day, instead of thinking about what she had done, was probably thinking what she would say when she got out.
Lyle went through the videos and recordings of that morning. There was time set apart each day to do this. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, once during lunch, and before bed. He trusted no one else. He liked to be in charge himself. After all, who knew how to do the job better than he did? And this way, he had more control. Absolutely nothing happened in his domain without his being aware of it at once.
He took out his notes. He always noted whenever something looked suspicious, so he would remember to look into that first. And right now, the first thing would be Miss Quinn, of course. She had hardly spoken to anyone all day. She did, however, speak to Tetch and Crane, he had noted. Now he would see just how effective his methods were.
They had been arguing over which of them had gotten their possessions confiscated. Lyle smiled. Obviously, both of them did, didn't they see it? One by causing disorder using that fear gas, and the other by doing the same using mind control. He hated to think about it. But now that it was up to him, he would see that they wouldn't be using either of them to bring chaos to Gotham again.
It was probably best that neither of them believed Miss Quinn when she was speaking of the day before. Tetch looked amused, while Crane interested. Both listened patiently. However, they simply seemed to dismiss it, as an invention of hers. Well, it probably wouldn't be long until they experienced it themselves. Lyle congratulated himself on having chosen Miss Quinn as the first to go in solitary. He couldn't have made a better choice.