Warnings: Alcohol, drugging with fear toxin, mild malexmale.
Intoxication
"Edward are you drunk?" The levels of how unimpressed Crane is, is wasted on Edward, who is, at this point, drunk enough that everything is good and happy and he can barely keep his eyes open.
"The funny thing is - " Edward smiles and nods, the words slurred, "- is that this is the safest place I can think of and last time I was here I was twitching on the ground drugged to the gills."
Jonathan doesn t reply, if anything he backs away towards the room he'd previously been in.
"It's not that I'm drunk," Edward continues oblivious, "It's just that I've had a lot to drink. Apparently most psychologists can hold their drink. Harley can drink! I thought that was medics." When the drunken villain looks around, Jonathan has disappeared and Edward pouts. "I object to you!" He yells to the empty space, tugging at the plain green tie around his neck.
When Jonathan reappears, it is with an inhaler to hand.
Edward eyes it with exaggerated suspicion. "If I take that, will I die?"
Jonathan remains unimpressed.
"Will I hallucinate the fuck out of my mind?" The question is met with more silence.
"Will you at least give me a blanket if I pass out on the floor?" Edward tries, reaching for the inhaler regardless. He sits down on the stone floor of the warehouse, spinning the inhaler in his hands.
It's only once the inhaler is at Edward s lips that Jonathan speaks, "Just breath in deep Edward. Everything will be just perfect."
The toxic powder rushes into Edward s lungs, dispersing through his body rapidly.
"You only love my fears." He mutters, eyes fluttering.
"But your fears shape your mind Edward, and if not for your mind, where would you be?" Jonathan whispers, leaning down whisper in Edward s ear, as the drunk and drugged man's eyes flutter.
"My mind is..." Edward starts, before shuddering and leaning to rest against Jonathan's legs. "My mind is... You can only keep it after giving it away to someone else. What am I?"
"You will be safe here if you give me what I want." Jonathan says, cupping Edward s face almost softly, before he begins to sing, "Go to sleep and good night; In a rosy twilight,
With the moon overhead Snuggle deep in your bed.
God will watch, never fear,
While Heaven draws near.
Go to sleep and good night."
Edward frowns, but his eyes keep flickering all around; the walls are bleeding and he can hear the chatter of bats. "That doesn t sound right... You aren't..." His voice fades as he focuses on something only he can see. "I always fear..." The rest of the sentence is lost as Edward looses words to moans and ragged pleas.
Jonathan moves away, letting Edward fall to the floor. "I always love seeing how you justify this in the morning Edward. Let me see you grasping at straws when you wake."
Even the idea sends a satisfied smile to Jonathan s face as he drapes the closest sheet over the twitching man.
Jonathan plucks the inhaler from where Edward dropped it and meanders back towards the workbench he d been situated at.
Three wise men of Gotham,
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
End.
I may or may not be drunk right now
(I am)