AN: For those of you wondering,
Are they morons? Do they not know how to use Google?
Chlorpromazine (AKA Thorazine) is an antipsychotic. In this case, it silences Scarecrow. :(
No more emoticons. What are you, twelve?
"I know you're awake, Crane."
"Of course you do."
"Roll over."
"I'm already in Arkham, Batman. What do you want?"
For starters, common courtesy. Eye contact, maybe, would be nice.
Crane made no move to lift his head and Batman sighed. At least he'd gotten a response, which was more than he usually got.
"I need your advice." There, he'd said it.
Crane didn't move, but Batman knew he was smirking into his pillow. As much as he hated coming here, he really didn't have a choice.
"What's in it for me?"
"It's too much to ask for something from the goodness of your heart?" Batman grumbled. Crane's shoulders quaked in silent laughter.
"Goodness? Heart? Batman, you must have gotten a girlfriend. Or developed a liking for romantic drivel."
"Crane…"
"You'll get nothing from me without something in return. And it had better be good." He paused. "Hurry up about it, I was asleep before you threw the door open."
He hadn't thrown the door open! He'd just…opened it vigorously.
"What do you want?"
"My mask, my toxins…"
"Your girlfriend?"
"You are aware, I hope, that Arkham's security is terrible. I want something that I would normally have to expend effort to have."
Dammit.
"No mask. No toxins."
"Then you have nothing."
"Crane…"
"I am not going to help you out of 'the goodness of my heart', Batman. Unless you can come up with something very, very interesting…"
"What medication are you on?"
He still didn't roll over-Batman was beginning to wonder if he was acting childish on purpose-but he did go very still.
"Chlorpromazine." he said quietly. "You might know it as…"
"Thorazine."
"Very good."
"I could get them to give you twenty-four hours without it."
"Dangerous idea."
"Would it get you to help me?"
Finally he rolled over, fixing those unnerving eyes on Batman.
"What do you want?"
THE END