Disc.: Sadly, I still am not the proud owner of Jonathan Crane, Edward Nygma, or Gotham and it's inhabitants.

Depending on the person, what starts as a cold can easily become pneumonia if left untreated. Normally, Jonathan Crane was one of the people easily captured by the sickness. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who you were and how you were looking at it, Edward Nygma was not going to let this happen. He was going to take care of the Scarecrow. Whether the Master of Fear liked it, or not.

"Open your mouth."

"No."

"Open it!"

"I will not."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Jonathan, it's just a little medicine!"

"It tasted like road-kill."

Eddie glared at the Master of Fear. "You would have been road-kill if I hadn't taken pity on you! Now take your cough medicine!"

Crane was scrunched down under the covers, his face barely visible above the extra blankets the Riddler had given him. But Eddie could still see the face he made as he grimaced up at him.

"I told you, it tastes awful."

"It's cherry flavored!" Eddie exclaimed, exasperated.

"Well, I don't like it. And I don't need it. I'm feeling better!"

The Riddler was at his wits end. "You may feel better," he hissed through his teeth, "and you may even look better, but you are not better! Your fever is gone, that's all. Do you want to cough up a lung?"

The Master of Fear glared at Eddie for another minute. No, he did not want to 'cough up a lung', but he didn't want to have to take that disgusting medicine, either. 'Cherry flavored', indeed. Still…

Finally, Jonathan reached up and snatched the spoon from the Riddler's hand, sticking it in his mouth before his brain caught up with his actions. He grimaced and shook his head from side to side, but still managed to swallow it before his gag reflex made him want to spit it all back out. Glaring at the Riddler again, Crane threw the spoon across the room with as much force as he could muster, paused long enough to hear it crack satisfyingly against the opposite wall, then sank beneath the covers once more until all that was visible was a few tufts of reddish brown hair.

The Riddler sighed, and retrieved the spoon. He supposed Jonathan had thrown it to get a rise out of him, but Eddie was just grateful that the Scarecrow had taken the medicine. He was doing better, but he was still coughing quite a bit. And he was not getting pneumonia. Not if Eddie had anything to do with it. Sticking the spoon inside his pants pocket, the Riddler headed for his make-shift study. It was time to try to figure out just what had happened to the Master of Fear.

A/N: Yay, Jonny's better! Will Eddie figure out what happened to him? Thanks to the reviewers, once again! You're all awesome! :D