Disc: don't own Jonathan, Eddie, or Gotham

Jonathan Crane was suddenly jolted awake by a very bright light. He opened his eyes and blinked in annoyance. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw Eddie coming towards him.

The Scarecrow grimaced. "Light off, Nygma."

Pointedly ignoring the remark, Eddie touched Jonathan's forehead. "How are you feeling?"

The Master of Fear shook the Riddler's hand off, and shut his eyes, refusing to answer.

The Prince of Puzzles had just about had enough. "Jonathan Crane," he snapped, "I cannot help you if you refuse to tell me how you feel."

"I'm fine." Jonathan mumbled without opening his eyes.

"Don't lie to me."

The Master of Fear blew out an aggravated sigh. "…My head hurts."

Eddie nodded. "Well, ok, let's take a look."

Carefully, he pulled back the bandage from Jonathan's head to look at the stitches.

"AUGH!" Eddie exclaimed, jumping back.

"What? What's wrong?" Jonathan yelped, struggling to sit up.

But Eddie was laughing.

Jonathan glared at him, flopping back down on the covers.

"Not funny, Nygma."

Still chuckling, Eddie went to the door. "I'm going to get you some toast or something, but I can help you sit up if you'd like."

"I can do it myself." Jonathan muttered sulkily.

"No you can't."

"Yes…I….ouch!"

The Master of Fear slipped and collapsed on the bed again, hitting his head on the headboard on the way down.

Eddie rolled his eyes and made his way over to him. Sliding a hand beneath the Master of Fear, he levered him up. This time, Jonathan didn't protest.

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On his way to the kitchen, Eddie passed the small green table where his cell phone lay. He paused. Last night's search for information regarding the Scarecrow's attacker had failed miserably. Despite his thorough search for information regarding Jonathan's cohorts or past underlings, he'd gotten no leads and had eventually fallen asleep at his desk. But maybe if he could ask around…The Riddler shook his head. Even if he did know who to talk to, he couldn't leave Jonathan alone…not like this. He eyed the phone again. But maybe…maybe he wouldn't have to…

A/N: To be continued….mwahaha! :D thanks again for the reviews! :D