Puzzle 02

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[After forever and a half, guess who's shown up again? This time Eddie is down to just a wife beater and his underwear (just stripes this time, sadly no question marks), and is sitting on what seems to be a hospital cot. He's sporting a single black eye, which he is dabbing at with an ice pack, along with a handful of bruises which seem to be spread surprisingly evenly throughout his body. There's probably a broken rib, too, but he doesn't want to move enough to find out. For now he simply sits, taking care of his black eye with his legs swinging over the cot, looking grumpy.

And why is he here, you ask? Because he got caught attempting to murder Gordon. It's not like he just pointed a gun at him! He gave him a proper death trap, with a proper way out. Of course, Batman had to go and cheat and save him, ruining a perfectly good plan. And then he had the gall to be angry at him! It's quite clear how that particular fight turned out.

The only reason he's on the Plane while bruised is that the doctor's are trying to drug him up again. Clearly, Bats is the one that should be drugged]

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[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Crane takes a seat back at the edge of the bed, looking quite grumpy He's not even sure where the ice pack is at this moment]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[tone mild]

Broken rib bone?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

My left, second one up.

[No he's not sulking. Really]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

You'll survive.

[he's not going to offer. Ask or you get nothing]

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[.....oh Crane, you really are a dick]

I could do a bit better than that, with your help.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I'm told that I'm no longer a doctor.

[more than that, Eddie!]

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[The things he does for medical treatment that doesn't involve being drugged silly]

What does Jerry? He's barely a doctor himself. That PHD makes you Dr. Jonathan Crane.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[a whisper of a smirk]

Are you sure you trust me?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't. I'm not an idiot.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I sometimes doubt that.

[he tilts his head]

An analgesic for the pain and a special creation of mine to repair the bone in record time. There might be side-effects, but you'll get to keep the part of your mind you love so much. Adhesive tape for the injured rib first, though.

[without hesitation, Dr Crane presses his hand to the mentioned limb, feeling along for the point of injury]

[he's not being the most gentle about it either. Scream when he finds the right spot, Eddie!]

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[He was trying not to, really. Because Crane is being dickish and should not be given the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Except there's the spot where the rib broke, and there's bone fragments and flesh and possibly delicate tissue that, while not cut, still feels all too sensitive to the edge of the broken bone pressing against it.

So Eddie screams, a loud and sudden shout, his whole body going rigid]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[smile!]

Ahh, there we are. It's not as severe an injury as it could be. You were dealt a lucky hand, Eddie.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[He's not talking to you. He's just going to sit here and try and ignore the pain until he gets an analgesic]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Dr Crane disappears and returns with padding, tape, and a needle]

Analgesic and my chemical after I secure the injury.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

Can't you numb me before fixing the rib?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Why, Eddie! That wouldn't be half as fun. And the drug for the bone growth will make you difficult to work with.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[....well, he wasn't going to ask, because it's not really going to change anything, but now he sort of has to.] What side effects, exactly?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Guess.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

Possible delusion, paranoia, hallucinations.....?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

You'll keep the clever part of your mind, of course. The thing you love the most.

[smiling pleasantly, more Dr Crane than Scarecrow, but there's far too much maliciousness in his words]

I do have a formula that doesn't have those side-effects. I'm afraid you haven't proven worthy of it. Perhaps you'll remember that next time you want to talk about me, hm, Riddler?

[And without waiting for Eddie, Crane starts taping from the Riddler's sternum right to the spine so Eddie doesn't hurt himself badly with his carelessness]

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[He doesnt scream this time. There just a soft hiss of air followed by a groan ad his whole body goes rigid. Though he tries not to, his hands claw at the bed in an effort to keep the scream down, looking for anything that can distract him from the pain. In his mind, Eddie begins to think of riddles and death trap, focusingabd trying to lose himself in the details]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Scarecrow can read all of Eddie's pain in his body language, so he is content. When he's done with the horizontal strips, he steps away and picks up the needle]

Sad that you prefer this to our real psychiatrists, isn't it?

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie manges a smirk, though it wavers] Can't blame old Jerry for hid madness. It's a family thing, as they say.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

That is where insanity is cultivated.

[he takes the Riddler's arm and pushes in the needle; a smile, and the injection is done]

In the veins. You're welcome, Eddie.

[whenisa.livejournal.com]

[Eddie runs at his arm, looking less than happy] How long?