A/N- Sorry this took so long…I didn't have access to a computer for a while :/
Here it is!
Disc.- don't own Eddie, Jonny, or Gotham.
The Riddler sighed heavily and slumped into a chair. He was exhausted.
Despite the Master of Fear's scrawny build, unconscious he was dead weight and it had taken a lot of effort to get him into the car, back out of the car, down the few rickety steps into Eddie's latest lair and into one of the spare bedrooms. The Lord of Despair had remained dead to the world the entire time, something deep down the Riddler was greatful for. It was awkward enough trying to haul the injured Scarecrow around without him actually comprehending what was going on.
Nygma sighed again and got up, shuffling over to the bed where Crane now lay like a forgotten toy. His scrawny limbs were splayed in all directions, his head tucked slightly into his shoulder, making him look like a puppet that had had its strings cut.
Pulling a large white box from under the bed, the Riddler took from it some bandages and antiseptic and set to work.
About and hour later, Eddie had managed to clean and bandage the worst of Jonathan's wounds. He'd been relieved to find that not all of them were as bad as he had previously thought, but the Master of Fear did have several cracked and/or broken ribs and the cut on his forehead had required stitches- one of the Riddler's least favorite things to do. Riddle me this, thought Eddie, which is scarier? A mummy or a Scarecrow?
He smirked. Jonathan Crane really did look more like a mummy. Packing up the first-aid kit, Eddie shoved it under the bed and turned to leave the room, half hoping that Crane would stay unconscious long enough for him to think up a reasonable explanation for this rather…awkward arrangement.
Somewhere between plotting and planning, the Riddler had fallen asleep.
His dreams were full of mummys and bleeding scarecrows and when he finally jerked himself awake, he didn't feel like he'd slept at all.
The light in the hallway was on, he thought groggily. Why was the light on…
Then he remembered. Eddie jumped up. He'd left the light on so he'd remember to check on Jonathan! Again half-hoping the Master of Fear was still asleep, he crept down the hall and opened the door. Crane was still lying in the same position Nygma had left him in, but his breathing had evened out some. He'll probably wake up soon. an annoying little voice in the back of Eddie's brain whispered. He shook his head. Everything would be fine. He hoped.
A/N: Well, I basically wrote that to get out of writer's block and transition into the next part, which will be better, I promise! Thanks to all the reviewers! You are all awesome! : )