Truly, it was only a matter of time 'till that new doctor was murdered most violently – either that or a mass prison break was imminent.īut until then? Jervis Tetch the Mad Hatter had to do something on his own since, of course, his little tea parties had been on the new doc’s hitlist as well. Harley Quinn was put on a strict sugar-free diet. Riddler and Scarecrow didn’t get their crossword booklets and chess magazines anymore.
No more theater ‘group’ with Two-face playing all the roles. There was a new doctor with newer, stricter methods and the first thing he had done was making sure that those small guilty pleasures the inmates had been partaking in, had been canceled. The next time he saw him, he'd have a word with Edward about building robots for someone else's boyfriends.Īrkham was such a dreary place, it lacked a lot of things – joy, light, sanity… Well of course, one could always argue that the entire town lacked those three things. “By the way, where did the Joker even get that robot from?” As soon as he asked, the answer already came to him. He awkwardly hugged back, patting her back in a friendly manner. Thank you, Professor!” She hugged him again. “Oooh.” The smile slowly returning to her pretty face was worth the doubtful pleasure of talking to the Joker in the near future. Something like, I don't know, a mallet to its head?” But while we talk, you sneak in and then something might just accidentally happen to that robot. “I highly doubt my toxin would even have any effect on him. Harleen stopped sobbing and looked him in the eyes. “You should stay here until morning,” he advised her, the house had a guest room and Jonathan had planned on working in the basement the whole night anyway. What had she been doing before he got here? Not breaking any laws, he hoped, and luring Batman right into his hideout. “Oh, Professor!” She continued, face buried in his sweater. Jonathan let out an 'oof' but did not protest. With a sorrowful cry, Harley threw her arms around him and hugged him with rib-crushing strength. “And he said, it doesn't talk so much so it's better than the original!” “He put it in my costume!!!” She clutched on his coat with sheer desperation. “Come now, child,” He walked to her to pat her pretty head. Under any other circumstances, Scarecrow would gladly prey on this sweet fear of abandonment but this was Harleen – the only person in this god-damned city who had always treated him with nothing but kindness and respect, politeness and understanding – he was feeling obligated to repay her with the same. The absurdity of that statement didn't change the fact that the girl was honestly heartbroken. “Woooorse!” She lamented loudly, throwing her arms in the air. “Thankyouuu.” Harleen wailed and covered her face in her hands. And don't worry about those goons you knocked out, I'm not angry about it.” “It's OK, my child,” Crane attempted to calm her down, taken by surprise with that whole, new situation.
I just.” She didn't finish as the uncontrolled sobbing shook her whole body. “Professor Crane,” she uttered, her voice weak and trembling. The clown-costume she was wearing didn't look complete. Her makeup was flaking, tears falling from her eyes like waterfalls. Crying.ĭoctor Quinzel raised her blonde head and turned around to look at him. There was a mallet lying on the floor, forgotten, and there was a familiar figure curled in his armchair.
He listened in but in there it was quiet, only some soft, muffled sounds like.sobbing?īoth curious and suspicious, Professor Crane pushed the door open. However, if that had been one of Falcone's thugs, then the evening should still be fun – for Scarecrow. If Batman had found this place, it was better to not go in there. The doors were shut, he stopped and listened in. He walked down the stairs, right to the basement, the light was on like nothing had ever happened. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat, good thing he never left without a dose of his precious toxin. From what he had already gathered, they had been knocked out – blunt object to the head. He passed around the men on the floor, not bothering to give them any more attention. Professor Crane let out a sigh of disappointment, he could swear he had left the hideout only for ten minutes and these incompetent fools couldn't even keep his lab protected. There were two bodies on the floor, no signs of gunshots and no blood, just two of his men lying flat in the hallway of his safe house.
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