"He grew up in the South, Harv, I'm sure religious issues are just one of many, but definitely not the least. Bible belt." Edward looked around himself, half-expecting Scarecrow to simply pop up somewhere, but luckily they seemed to be safe.

All the way up to Poison Ivy's cell, where Edward ducked down to take care of the keypad again. "Pamela?! It's Edward. I'm with Harvey Dent and Victor Zsasz."

"...why?" Pamela stepped up close to the door, peering through the bars. "And what is this lockdown all about? The generators are neglecting the plants during lockdown."

Presumably not a top priority, but Edward kept that thought to himself as he held the door open for her. "Jonathan Crane is out. Scarecrow. After Bolton."

"Ah." Pamela frowned. "Didn't he throw you? Why do we care about Bolton? He can be fertiliser and he'll be more useful that way."

"Smell nicer too," Edward quipped, shrugging his shoulders, "Oswald wants minimal damage. Dead Bolton would be a lot of damage."

Walking out of her cell, she looked at all three men, smirking at Harvey. "Hey there, handsome. I thought you were vegetating over cards."

"...Pamela, please."