"That he's bonkers," Pamela explained kindly, while trying to counteract the effect of the toxin at least in their immediate surroundings. She stayed close to Harvey, watching the scene unfold and trying to think of what way she could interfere.

"You-- We're out in the open, you know you can't get a concentrated effect like that. Not on a windy day." Luckily, most days in Gotham were windy, at least up on a roof. Edward's reasoning was sound enough, but his voice definitely had more than a hint of panic to it. "Scarecrow! I just want to talk."

Victor did not appear affected, at least outwardly, his hand steady as he pointed his gun at Jonathan. "Give the word, Nygma."