Jonathan had initially thought that Harley and Jervis were exaggerating, however, he could now see they weren't. At least not about the size. It was certainly smaller than he remembered, he could hardly move, not to mention that it was extremely warm. Harley and Jervis had said that the temperature in the solitary cells changed constantly. It was obviously going to be uncomfortable to be standing here all day.
Although now he had other things on his mind. Or at least he tried to. He wondered just who could have told the chief of security about his comments? It was something of an unspoken rule that the inmates never shared anything with the guards. Or sometimes, some things with the doctors, even. But how else could the chief of security have found out? He had only spoken to Jervis and Harley. Some of the other inmates as well, but not about the punishments.
He had demanded from the chief to know just who had done something so cowardly as to tell him what inmate had told him. After all, didn't he have a right to know? None of the inmates would do such a thing! So it must be someone new who had broken one of the unspoken rules. Not that being new was an excuse. However, the chief ignored him and refused to answer his questions.
Lyle decided that Jonathan would have to spend more time in solitary than anyone else. Or rather than anyone else so far. It would probably take a bit longer for this one to learn his lesson. Lyle consulted his calendar, to see if Jonathan had any sessions any time soon. He saw that it wouldn't be so for at least two weeks. Perhaps he could end this punishment only the day before the session. Yes, that would be best, Lyle thought. However, he should give the impression that it had been two and a half weeks. The fact that Jonathan thought he had missed his session might work for the best, he decided, and marked that neatly in his calendar.
He admitted that he was a bit worried that his methods might not work so well on him. He could see that Jonathan was obviously upset that Lyle had known he had been questioning his methods. Of course, he had obviously not heard it from any of the other inmates, but rather through a few of his highly useful microphones. This, of course, would work to his advantage. As the inmates knew absolutely nothing about him listening in on their conversations, this would actually help cause distrust among them, which pleased him. This Scarecrow as he called himself, thought he was the master of fear. Lyle would soon show him just what he unleashed on the city when he escaped. It would now be him the one shaking in fear.
Not to mention his new treatment, with which he was pleased, as so far it had achieved excellent results. He didn't want him to lose judgment, or have any memory loss, though, as he consulted his chart to check the levels. He was determined that the inmates remember every single minute of their experience, just as he himself and other citizens of Gotham remembered the chaos this scum initiated. He would start handling it a bit differently, he decided. He would start with 800 ppm, however, switch it off within an hour and a half, and then perhaps wait for exactly three hours, before turning it back on.