Disc: don't own characters or Gotham
The guards unlocked Jonathan's cuffs first. The Master of Fear dove forward just in time to catch the Riddler, who simply fell forward. The Prince of Puzzles put up no resistance, slumping against the Scarecrow, his head resting on Jonathan's chest. The guard that had unlocked them motioned to the tray his companion had brought and then left without a word.
Cradling the Riddler's head in one arm, Jonathan reached for one of the glasses of water on the tray. He took a sip, and, not tasting anything out of the ordinary, then held it to Eddie's lips.
"Come on, Eddie…" he said, tilting the glass slightly. "Drink. You'll feel better." Slowly, the Riddler did as he told, taking small sips at first and then big gulps as if he hadn't drunk anything in days. Suddenly, he began coughing again, spluttering into the glass. Jonathan took the cup away, propping the Riddler up and gently patting him on the back. "It's ok…you can't drink so fast…" Eddie nodded, reaching for the glass again. Jonathan handed it to him, murmuring, "You're still with me." It hadn't been meant as a question, but Eddie answered it anyway.
"Of course."
The Master of Fear blinked hard and reached for a dry piece of bread on the tray.
Suddenly, the door opened once more and another guard entered. He went straight to Crane and grasped his arms, trying to pull him up from the floor. The Master of Fear resisted, but Eddie pulled himself up again, and turned to the Scarecrow.
"Go. They'll hurt you if you don't, and this way you might find out more of what's going on."
Jonathan bit his lip, looking at the Riddler. What if he didn't come back? He'd never see him again.
No.
He would come back. He had to.
Nodding, Jonathan got to his feet and allowed the guard to half-drag him out the door.
a/n: again, I am INCREDIBLY sorry about the painful shortness of this chapter. But I will make it up to you with a chapter tomorrow. I'd write more if it wasn't so late. Thanks for your patience and the reviews!