jxnathancrane:

@nygmatica

Jonathan:

^{Jonathan’s brow was knit together as he filled a syringe. The concoction was certainly not pure, skillfully mixed with a few other compounds. His own design created specifically for dealing with the effects of his fear toxin. Jon would be lying if he said he’d never accidentally exposed himself to his poison so he needed to be prepared.}

^{“Edward–just relax,” he said softly. Fear. He knew Nygma was afraid. Despite tell him he wouldn’t, Crane grabbed Nygma’s arm and strapped it down, palm up. “Hold still,” he hissed lightly, mumbling around the length of the medical instrument currently pinned between his teeth and long fingers tied a rubber tourniquet around Nygma’s bicep. “This won’t stop it right away but you will be able to function better,” he explained quickly before administering the syringe, letting out a breath as he pushed the plunger down. After, Crane loosened the tourniquet and took a good few steps back.}

The  urge  to thrash and fight back was so primal that he grumbled out instead
of shouting:

          “Relaxing, I’m relaxed, so. damn. relaxed.” Coming this close to cursing
meant that Ed was either about to break free and fight or pass out.

It was just as the  needle  SUNK IN  that he let out a whoosh of breath and felt
his  world  go  black.  Terrible  images still plagued him as he sat passed out in
the chair,  but he was blissfully unable to make out each scary image.  Minutes
or hours might have passed until he groggily blinked his eyes and groaned.

          “Am I dead yet?” he mumbled.

(Source: nygmatica)

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@jxnathancrane

Jonathan:

[text] My former students are trying to friend me…They were all idiots. Why would I want to involve myself with them again?

[text] I don’t understand it though! I am not going to post things about my day because it would get me arrested or they are of no concern to other people. I am not going to post pictures of myself because why would I want to? I certainly not going to play the childish games. I don’t see the point of facebook!

[text] Fair enough, but do try to wrap your enormous brain around this concept.
[text] Social media is the FUTURE, my studious friend. It provides an undeniably larger platform for you to study from, perhaps even to gain inspiration from. Have you SEEN some of the asinine things people post? What better sources to learn from!

Jonathan:

^{Jon held back the desire to roll his eyes, mocking Edward in this state might actually get him attacked again. “You’re not going to kill me,” he replied patiently, giving Edward a gentle nudge towards a chair at the other end of the room. A restraint chair, like one would find at a prison or even Arkham for transporting a dangerous inmate.}

^{“So impatient,” the doctor grumbled. “Sit. I am not going to restrain you.” With that, Crane released the Riddler and ventured over to a medical cabinet against the wall. Skeleton-like fingers opened the doors, finger tips grazing over the various small bottles before plucking one out.}

^{“It is just olanzapine, you may read the bottle if you don’t trust me.” Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, a light smirk on his lips. “You know I do put up with your endless riddles. The least you could do would be to tell me what it is you are seeing.”}

^{“Edward. I would never treat you as a lab rat. They are terminated at the end of my studies,” he added darkly.}

All of his worst nightmares were very much still present,  and though the
esteemed doctor sat him down and tried to hold a conversation with Ed,
all he could muster was grunts of mental anguish and shudders. He did,
however, reply through clenched teeth:

“I make you weak at the worst of all times.
 I keep you safe, I keep you fine.
 I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold,
 I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
What am I?”

Dragging his dark eyes up to Jonathan,  he gave the man a  LOOK  that
screamed: fix this or I will fix you.

(Source: nygmatica)

Jonathan:

^{[text] My dislike for you varies. I don’t hate you at least.
[text] And how much do you dislike me then? Oh. I do hope you are enjoying your vacation. I am enjoying mine from you.}

[text] Words, words, all I see are words with no meaning behind them. You would be LOST without me, Jonathan.

(Source: nygmatica)

Jonathan:

^{[text] Are we friends then?}

[text] That depends entirely upon where your dislike for me lies on the 10-point scale, doesn’t it?
[text] Addendum: as well as where MY dislike for YOU lies on the aforementioned scale. This goes both ways.

(Source: nygmatica)

Jonathan:

What if I pushed you out

[text] Come now, you would never do that to a FRIEND, would you?

Jonathan

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[text] This is some people’s worst fear. Luckily, it isn’t mine.