Jonathan was so fucking bad at riddles, he had no idea what Edward was trying to say to him. He frowned at Edward and made a note to talk to him properly when he had a chance. There was something amiss. Edward was uneasy, anxious and not for all the hallmark reasons he knew so well. This was different.
He shrugged the guard off again, not loving when people touched him. He loathed a stranger's touch and while he worked with these men, he was never sociable with them.
"Oooh, don't challenge me like that. I have a diagnosis for you already. I have several, actually. And some theories." Jonathan grinned in such a dreamy, excited way. He loved getting to the root of dumb bullies and exposing their insecurities, it was a hobby. "Call anyone queer again and me and you, child, we're gonna be dancing."
Though he sensed this was not a moment for therapy so he turned to the guard and gestured ahead. "Lead the way, son. I wanna lie down."
"Did you just hit on me, Nancy boy?!" Bolton grabbed Jonathan by the arm before the guard could interfere, pulling him close only to then shove him right up against the bars. "I could rip you fucking nerd to pieces. Wouldn't even break a sweat."
Edward had turned around to watch what was happening, not surprised that Jonathan was succeeding in getting under Bolton's skin. The man was notoriously touchy. "...was that the Joker?" He hadn't heard anything, but he considered it more of a rhetorical question and he knew who was number one on Bolton's shit list right now.
"WHAT?! That clown better quiet down, I'm gonna..." He let go of Jonathan, huffing and walking away. "We'll finish this later!"
Edward watched him walk off, turning to Jonathan. "Welcome home, dear."
"That's enough," the other guard said with a sigh, "Shut up, Nygma. Come on, Crane. Cell's waiting."
"Holy fuck, it's like high school, ain't it?" Jonathan tutted and watched Bolton storm off to yell at the Joker for doing nothing. Jonathan rolled his eyes and turned to Ed, offering him a half smile. "See you at lunch, darlin'."
"Crane! Now!"
"Okay, okay." Jonathan hurried along, not wanting to pick a fight with the guards. Not any more than he had to.
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He shrugged the guard off again, not loving when people touched him. He loathed a stranger's touch and while he worked with these men, he was never sociable with them.
"Oooh, don't challenge me like that. I have a diagnosis for you already. I have several, actually. And some theories." Jonathan grinned in such a dreamy, excited way. He loved getting to the root of dumb bullies and exposing their insecurities, it was a hobby. "Call anyone queer again and me and you, child, we're gonna be dancing."
Though he sensed this was not a moment for therapy so he turned to the guard and gestured ahead. "Lead the way, son. I wanna lie down."
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Edward had turned around to watch what was happening, not surprised that Jonathan was succeeding in getting under Bolton's skin. The man was notoriously touchy. "...was that the Joker?" He hadn't heard anything, but he considered it more of a rhetorical question and he knew who was number one on Bolton's shit list right now.
"WHAT?! That clown better quiet down, I'm gonna..." He let go of Jonathan, huffing and walking away. "We'll finish this later!"
Edward watched him walk off, turning to Jonathan. "Welcome home, dear."
"That's enough," the other guard said with a sigh, "Shut up, Nygma. Come on, Crane. Cell's waiting."
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"Crane! Now!"
"Okay, okay." Jonathan hurried along, not wanting to pick a fight with the guards. Not any more than he had to.