"I guess he makes a good vi--" Maybe that wasn't the nicest thing to say, so Edward stopped himself from saying any more. Sure, he was not Delite's biggest fan, but it really was not his fault that he was a person with a fragile psyche locked up here, when their number one problem happened to be ableist, racist, homophobic and a bunch of other fun adjectives that seemed to make it so much easier for him to punch down. "He'll be back to his true self soon enough, I'm sure. Always bounces back, doesn't he?" Kind of annoying, generally.
But for now, Delite was focusing on Jonathan, perhaps those therapist vibes working, although lucidity was perhaps a bit much to expect here. Ever, in Edward's humble opinion, for all that Jonathan had told him he had had proper conversations with him before. "It's locked down," Delite told Jonathan now, rather insistently, "He'll lock it down. Throw away the key."
"Enigmatic," Edward Nygma commented fittingly, "Yet on the nose."
"Is this about that dumb ape? Christ, boy, come on. You're dating the fucking Joker! He can do worse to you than that idiot can... uh, no offence." Well, offence but he didn't really fancy fighting the Joker right now. The Joker held his hands up and then shrugged.
"Nah, fair. But I don't know, Jon, you're out the loop. That ape, he's --" the Joker blew out his cheeks as he tried to think of the word. "Reminds me of this one time I fell through a church got pinned under this heavy golden -- I think it was a saint. He had some serious abs, I know that. It's unmovable. It's temporary but it's rigid."
The Joker just needed a weapon or a chance and it would be over but things were fucking tight lately. Boooooring. Looking at Edward, the Joker grinned. "If he gets up in my face again, I will have to bite his nose off."
"Okay, well-- you know what, no. Illustrated my point." He reached out and lightly shook Delite. "Your boyfriend thinks biting someone's nose off is a good idea. Seriously, son, you're gonna be fine."
"He would do it for me. He loves me so much." Delite claimed it and he did smile in his rather typically besotted way for the Joker, feeling quite mollified by the idea of a nose being bitten off in his honour. However, the mirth didn't quite return to his eyes. "His hands are like shovels. I don't know if he feels pain..."
He certainly didn't seem to. Edward sighed, pushing his hair back and looking over at Jonathan. "An immovable object, stopping our unstoppable forces, it would seem. However, I'm certain that we shall find a way to prevail. Come on, Delite, how long can you really go without annoying me?"
Ignoring Edward, Delite focused on Jonathan. "I missed you, doc. You were always the best. Those other docs are all quacks. Doubt they even went to therapist school all proper."
"There is no therapy school, it's a psychology degree and a lot of boring extras." Jonathan explained as he reached out to brush Delite's hair from his face, smiling softly at the boy. "Now listen to your doctor. You want sertraline and quetiapine, except nothing else until you talk to me again and make sure that you tell Leland you were on it before and you want to stay on it. Don't get to lecturing her or nothing, don't be rude. Just say what you need."
Jonathan stood by his diagnosis and medication plan for Delite. Hell, for all the rogues. Except Harvey, he was really just dicking with him when he was medicating him. Never liked the guy.
"Okay, back off my bae, spooky." The Joker wrapped his arms around Delite and glared at Jonathan, who stood up and backed off right away. "Thanks for the visit, gentlemen. Kindly fuck off."
"You got it. Ed? Let's walk." And get away from this mess before it got too real.
"Quetiapine?" Edward asked him once they were a few steps away, figuring that would be safe enough. "That makes sense. I guess his diagnosis isn't that hard to figure out. Although he told me once that he's sane, just crazy in love." And, boy, was he ever.
"You see what I mean though, don't you? The Joker is not happy and that's never good. Between him and Harvey, I'm not sure who'll attempt a murder first. Too bad that idiot is built like a brickhouse." How was that for karma? "It's a good look though, you being ever so professional. Maybe I should go have therapy with you some time, fix my pretty head."
"I could help you a lot but you come to therapy with me and you always just fuck around, don't you? Lying and telling stories. You ever feel like being real and getting some help, I'll fix as much of you as I can. Though I don't think our type needs a fix, just a gentle nudge sometimes." Edward had an amazing mind, he wouldn't want to tamper with it too much but he did think a low level anti-psychotic and a better SSRI would really help him. And maybe some long-term therapy.
"Delite might be playing games too but he shows everything cause he's the sort. I can help him by playing with him. If I play with you, you win." And that was the impasse he couldn't get over.
Turning his head, he looked over at Jervis and then raised an eyebrow. "They upped his dosage again, I can tell by his pupils. Fucking hacks. He needs low level twice a day or he'll just end up worse." Jon tutted. "This place is awful without me."
"Ah, yes. It was just bliss for everyone when you were in charge," Edward mocked, ever so gently, putting an arm around Jonathan's shoulders briefly. He just liked to test it for himself, just to see how annoyed Jonathan was by his touch specifically. He had a theory that he could get him to accept it, if he just kept slowly introducing more and more of it. "I promise, doc, one of these days I'll come by and I won't fuck around, then you can nudge me any which way."
Maybe there would still be some fucking around, Edward wouldn't want to have to guarantee it. "Bolton, he really likes solitary. That's what got to Delite. No contact and no witnesses. As for the meds, I'm fairly sure that is simply the usual incompetence. He doesn't control the doctors." So far, at least. "He just hates us crazy crooks."
"I always liked solitary." Jonathan mused idly and he did shrug Edward off but slower than normal. So, clearly, he was getting used to it. It just wasn't his favourite still.
He walked towards the table and eyed up the guards he knew, wondering what they thought of an asshole like Bolton. Some of them probably loved how strict he was, he knew the way half of these guys felt about the 'crazies' as they called them. It was an interesting change, he did think it would be fun to play around with, if nothing else.
"I'm just hoping he gets his nose bitten off soon. He got under everyone's skin here, it's real fucking weird."
"It's interesting, isn't it? Unnerving, but ever so interesting. Quite the puzzle. I've been trying to figure it out. I'm sure your diagnosis will shed some light, Doctor Crane, but something about him has actually brought to my ever so resourceful mind something about those boring tangents you like to go off on every now and again." Edward sat down by the table, pushing the tray aside and pulling one leg up, so he could rest his head against his knee. He was drawing it out a little, perhaps, but it was so fun when he knew he'd be able to catch Jonathan's attention. "My theory, informed on by your niche expertise, is that there may be something not quite right with Mr Bolton's amygdala. A bit of malfunctioning. Underperformance. I'm curious to hear the expert's opinion eventually."
"I'll update you in a week. It's my first day, let's see what I can get out of the ape. I'm sure he's just a dumb moron who doesn't know to be scared." Jonathan mused as he sat beside Edward, just wondering where this would all go. It was fun, in some ways, but he didn't like to see Delite and Edward was so concerned and upset. He pulled out his paper and sighed. "I guess we'll see, eh?"
Well, as long as no one else hugged him, it couldn't really get worse, could it?
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But for now, Delite was focusing on Jonathan, perhaps those therapist vibes working, although lucidity was perhaps a bit much to expect here. Ever, in Edward's humble opinion, for all that Jonathan had told him he had had proper conversations with him before. "It's locked down," Delite told Jonathan now, rather insistently, "He'll lock it down. Throw away the key."
"Enigmatic," Edward Nygma commented fittingly, "Yet on the nose."
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"Nah, fair. But I don't know, Jon, you're out the loop. That ape, he's --" the Joker blew out his cheeks as he tried to think of the word. "Reminds me of this one time I fell through a church got pinned under this heavy golden -- I think it was a saint. He had some serious abs, I know that. It's unmovable. It's temporary but it's rigid."
The Joker just needed a weapon or a chance and it would be over but things were fucking tight lately. Boooooring. Looking at Edward, the Joker grinned. "If he gets up in my face again, I will have to bite his nose off."
"Okay, well-- you know what, no. Illustrated my point." He reached out and lightly shook Delite. "Your boyfriend thinks biting someone's nose off is a good idea. Seriously, son, you're gonna be fine."
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He certainly didn't seem to. Edward sighed, pushing his hair back and looking over at Jonathan. "An immovable object, stopping our unstoppable forces, it would seem. However, I'm certain that we shall find a way to prevail. Come on, Delite, how long can you really go without annoying me?"
Ignoring Edward, Delite focused on Jonathan. "I missed you, doc. You were always the best. Those other docs are all quacks. Doubt they even went to therapist school all proper."
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Jonathan stood by his diagnosis and medication plan for Delite. Hell, for all the rogues. Except Harvey, he was really just dicking with him when he was medicating him. Never liked the guy.
"Okay, back off my bae, spooky." The Joker wrapped his arms around Delite and glared at Jonathan, who stood up and backed off right away. "Thanks for the visit, gentlemen. Kindly fuck off."
"You got it. Ed? Let's walk." And get away from this mess before it got too real.
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"You see what I mean though, don't you? The Joker is not happy and that's never good. Between him and Harvey, I'm not sure who'll attempt a murder first. Too bad that idiot is built like a brickhouse." How was that for karma? "It's a good look though, you being ever so professional. Maybe I should go have therapy with you some time, fix my pretty head."
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"Delite might be playing games too but he shows everything cause he's the sort. I can help him by playing with him. If I play with you, you win." And that was the impasse he couldn't get over.
Turning his head, he looked over at Jervis and then raised an eyebrow. "They upped his dosage again, I can tell by his pupils. Fucking hacks. He needs low level twice a day or he'll just end up worse." Jon tutted. "This place is awful without me."
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Maybe there would still be some fucking around, Edward wouldn't want to have to guarantee it. "Bolton, he really likes solitary. That's what got to Delite. No contact and no witnesses. As for the meds, I'm fairly sure that is simply the usual incompetence. He doesn't control the doctors." So far, at least. "He just hates us crazy crooks."
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He walked towards the table and eyed up the guards he knew, wondering what they thought of an asshole like Bolton. Some of them probably loved how strict he was, he knew the way half of these guys felt about the 'crazies' as they called them. It was an interesting change, he did think it would be fun to play around with, if nothing else.
"I'm just hoping he gets his nose bitten off soon. He got under everyone's skin here, it's real fucking weird."
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Well, as long as no one else hugged him, it couldn't really get worse, could it?