Lyle looked through his lists. He was now filling out a form. He filled out forms for everyone whom he had put in solitary. He was currently filling out one for Jervis.
There was no doubt that his methods and especially his new treatment were bringing excellent results. The doctors were certainly impressed. Not simply by the behavioral changes, but by the amount of money he seemed to be saving. They could not have been more pleased.
Of course, the money that usually went into things like comforts for the inmates, was now, he hoped being put to good use, and helped keep Gotham more organized. Much less chaos. More order. Nothing pleased Lyle more. He hated unpredictability and chaos. Which is just what they brought to the city.
Every aspect of life in Arkham was now under his control. And Lyle liked to be in control. There was nothing happening in his domain without his being aware of it at once. The inmates were forbidden from socializing with each other, except at mealtimes, which, unfortunately, they had to eat in the dining room.
He would have liked to have the meals brought to each one, so as to keep them from ever leaving their cell. Except to spend time in solitary, of course. However, he had noted in his notebook, that would cost a bit more money, and decided against it. But after all, he also had all his microphones and everything in the dining room, so that was no problem. And of course, they deserved no comforts or considerations. When did they ever worry about or have any considerations?!
He wanted to be aware of everything the inmates would say. He looked up, at one of the monitors which showed what he could see through one of his cameras. Lyle noted that Jervis who had recently gotten out of solitary, only…he looked at his notebook…half an hour ago. He was pleased to see just how unpleasant the experience had been.
It was just what he deserved!thought Lyle fiercely. After all, how else would he be able to keep these…this scum from keeping more disorder, more chaos to Gotham?! He knew the only way to protect Gotham from them was to take the most extreme measures to keep them from ever going out and bringing chaos. Both as punishment for them, and protection for the city.
He had always hated for things to be disorganized and unpredicatable and chaotic. Lyle liked order and predictability, something which the inmates disrupted constantly whenever they escaped. But that would cease to happen. It pleased him whenever there was anyone else brought in. That meant that there was one less in the city. One more here, under his control.
Of course, he knew that some were under the impression that they're sentence was only until they were declared sane, but Lyle knew better. Once they were here, they were here to stay. He would make sure of that.
He took one of the tapes, and turned on the recording of Jervis in the dining room, after he had gotten out of solitary. Lyle always listened to any of the inmates sharing their experience in solitary. It seemed as though the other one, Jonathan Crane, didn't believe him, but that was no problem, Lyle thought. After all, he would soon be able to experience it for himself. And what Jervise was now sharing, Lyle would make sure, would be nothing compared to what he had in store for everyone during future punishments.