Crane and Nigma where playing chest in the lounge, the month had passed quickly and Sid was transferred out earlier this morning. Harley was sitting on the couch watching the new TV that had been added to the lounge that had replaced the old that had a book through the screen that Two-face had thrown at a news report about Batman. Joker had been sedated and tossed in his cell at breakfast when he attacked Tetch.

"It's unbelievable that Sharpe would let anyone be transferred out of here let alone her," Nigma said making conversation. He had been bored the month Crane had been locked up and decided to let bygones be bygones when he was released from solitary. Right now Crane was brooding since Sid's transfer and it was getting on his nerves. "You can make conversation it's not like she's dead."

"Hey Eddie isn't there a saying about be careful of watcha say," Harley said as she leaned on the back of the couch chewing gum.

"What point are you trying to make Harley?" Nigma asked her, annoyed.

She pointed at the TV and Nigma eyes widen as he saw the report on the screen. There was an accident on the New Jersey turnpike, a prisoner transport van had flipped over and caught on fire. He could feel the intense anger radiating off of Crane, he pray to whatever that would listen that is wasn't Sid in that van. Of course his prayers went unanswered as Sid's mug shot flashed on the screen and the reporter saying there were no saviors. Crane flipped the table they were playing chess on, then picked up and threw his chair across the room.

"Looks like someone is mad," Harley sang as the orderlies came to sedate and drag Crane away for his outburst. "Mad in a mad house!"

"Oh shut up Harley," Nigma griped as Harley laughed at her own joke.

Dr. Raymond Byrd was still a fairly new doctor at Arkham when they informed him his new patient was going to be the infamous Jonathan Crane.

Sitting there staring at the doctor Crane finally snapped and stood up slammed his hands of the desk and leaned over Dr. Byrd.

"Don't speak to me like I am beneath you," Crane threatened. "Because I know your dirty secrets, your fears, I can ruin you. You walk around here like you own this place. Use the storage closet like your own personal hotel room. How many nurses have you fucked in there? Two? Three? Seven? What about that nurse who suddenly transferred to an asylum down in Florida? What was it $75,000 if she abort the child? She refused but in fear of your wife finding out you gave her $50,000 and a letter of recommendation to that Florida asylum to buy her silence. That child would be two by now, I wonder if he looks like daddy."

"How do you know about this?" Dr. Byrd hissed, fearful of the recording of the session getting out, he hits the erase button of the machine before him. "You can't just threaten a doctor!"

"I'm not threatening you I am merely informing you that you are not as secretive as you think," Crane smirked as he sat back down in his chair. "After all if all you have to fear is an affair ruining your marriage then you are doing a lot better than some of these employees around here. However, that isn't your main fear is it? There is that body you hide before you moved here. I wonder if Batman knew about the bodies you left in you wake if you would be in the cell across from mine. You sit there thinking you are smarter than me because I never hid my bodies. I displayed them for the world to see, while you fear what people will think. I think you are a coward."

"That's enough!" Byrd roared standing up and slamming his hands on the desk. "You know nothing about the death of those unfortunate patients!"

"You killed them because they threatened to expose you as the rapist you are," Crane accused.

"At least I didn't try to drive them insane!" he huffed. "So what is I raped a few patient, and killed a few victims. It is my word against yours and no one will believe you!"

"You do realize they updated the security cameras in the office to include audio since I worked here and my patient tapes mysteriously erased themselves," Crane gloated as he let a smirk slip on his face.

Screaming in frustration, Byrd ran from the room. He ran out of the asylum and drove away, preparing to live a life on the run. The guards came in speechless to fin Crane sitting there smirking. Then Warden Sharpe entered the room.

"What did you do to that doctor?" he asked.

"I just confirmed my suspicions of you still hiring murders and rapists," Crane gloated. "Oh and I really would recommend adding audio to the cameras in here unless you have someone who can read lips you let a perfect confession of a villain become useless since I'm not a viable witness. I believe I will go back to my cell now."

"I will not put up with your antics Crane!" Sharpe roared as the guards chained Crane and led him back to his cell.

Crane could hear Sharpe ordering a guard to doing a thorough search into Dr. Byrd's past. Being tossed back into his cell he was left alone with his thoughts and it was driving him mad. Nigma was being dragged down the hall by some guards; his left eye was beginning to bruise. After the guards left Nigma threw his pillow at his cell door.

"Who did that to you?" Crane asked trying to keep his mind off of Sid.

"Joker," Nigma grumbled as he slumped onto the bed. "Apparently he didn't like me telling Harley to shut up. We need to get out of here."

"Whenever you figure out how to exit let me know," Crane answered as he sat down on his cot.

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