A/N: I wish I owned Scarecrow, Mad Hatter, and Riddler, but I don't. Now, on with the show!
During Lunch the next day Jonathan was sitting with Tech and Nygma, but every now and again, he would glance over to where the two new inmates and Harley sat. Jervis noticed, but he didn't mention it. Edward, however, was less subtle about it.
"For God's sake Crane if you're going over there, then go over there already! Those two have been here for a little over a month now, and you keep looking over there every day. If you want to sit with them, we understand."
Nygma was right, of course. The smug little bastard was right about everything, and he knew it, too. Angela Nightingale and Rebecca Thompson had been in Arkham Asylum for a month, and since their second week here, Jonathan had started looking at them during meal times. He had no idea why, but he had an odd fascination with Becca in particular. Well, part of him knew it was because she had knocked his enemy out cold and allowed him to avoid Arkham for a few days. That and the fact that every night, she fogged up the glass on her cell door and drew Batman dying horrible deaths. She drew the most gruesome stick figures he'd ever seen.
The logical part of his subconscious told him the only reason he was fascinated with her was because he was imagining what she would be like under the influence of his fear toxin, but the other half of him knew it was more than that.
He started to daze off when Edward's hand waved in front of his face. "Hellooooo, Earth to Jonathan! Is there anybody in there?"
Jonathan snapped out of his daze and stared at Nygma with a look of confusion, contempt, and annoyance, all rolled into one seething glare. Edward looked from Tech to him then back to Tech.
"Jervis, pull his string, he's not talking."
Jonathan gave an irritated sigh. "Oh, shut up Nygma; I'm fine, now stop pestering me."
For the first time that day, Jervis spoke up. "I know when someone is fine, Jonathan, and you are definitely not fine!"
Edward raised an eyebrow. "Jervis, how do you know if someone is fine when half the time you don't even know whether you're up or down?"
"That's exactly how I know," he scoffed then turned his attention back to Crane. "Jonathan, you are the most sensible person I know, and I-"
"Hey!"
"Oh, hush Edward; you may be smart, but your ego is larger than Killer Croc and Man-Bat put together!" He cleared his throat. "Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Jonathan, you are the most sensible person I know—shut up, Edward—but lately it's as if you're halfway to Wonderland! You're always looking over at those girls. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you had an infatuation with one of our new inmates.
The minute Jervis said that, Jonathan turned so red that if someone were to hold a tomato by his face, the tomato would look pale.
Edward and Jervis took one look at his face and fell off their chairs laughing, which caused him to go even redder.
Jervis stopped laughing enough to ask, "Is it the blonde one? She is quite lovely."
Edward sat back in his chair, still fighting the giggles. "Yeah, Crane, how about it; you in the mood for tall, blonde and curvy?" The last few words came out as a laugh.
"Certainly not, now shut up, the both of you!"
"Okay, okay, sorry; didn't mean to ruffle your feathers. One more thing though," said Edward, who was still struggling for air. "You don't like tall, blonde and curvy, right?"
"No Nygma, I do not like as you so crudely put it 'tall, blonde and curvy.'"
"Okay, fine, but how about her friend, Little Miss Attitude?" his giggles were harder to contain as he said this.
If possible, Jonathan's face became even redder. His tablemates laughed harder while he hid his face in his hands and prayed that nobody was paying attention to them.
A/N: This was fun to write. Review please!