"It will, Jonny..." What was happening? Edward stepped closer to the bars and he caught Jonathan's eyes, or at least tried to. Something in them was triggering certain memories. That wasn't the colleague he'd gotten used to somewhat trusting behind those blue eyes. There was an empty conscience if ever he'd seen one. "I can solve it. I can solve everything."
It was what he did, after all. "Look, we're all in this together, aren't we? All along the edges of society." Looking at Jonathan right now, it terrified him to his core. He hoped he was good at masking that, but he wasn't too confident. Jonathan was good at picking up on fear, for obvious reasons. "We stick together. At least against everyone else."
He remembered people around him, he remembered family and colleagues but in the end of all things, he was always back to being alone. Even now, Edward was leaving and he wouldn't come back. Jon was alone. Alone and he had to fix it. He couldn't rely on anyone else. He always ended up let down. He could rely on one thing and one thing alone. That he was the Scarecrow and no one could ever scare him.
"You can pick a lock, can't you?" Any lock, any time, anywhere. Those fancy little gadgets on the cells, Edward always bragged about them being easy. "If you're with me, if you ain't bullshitting me, unlock the cell..."
"Any lock, any time, anywhere, faster than anyone. Er." Damn, had to be honest if he was making a serious claim, so he conceded. "Faster than just about anyone." Whatever. Definitely faster than anyone in Arkham. And, of course, he could not resist a challenge. He walked over to the door of John's cell, looking at the keypad and muttering. "Today is November sixth and we're already on the third shift, they'd not have updated into wintertime yet, happens in a few hours. So just going by the grease on the--" Trailing off, he quickly typed in the code, a triumphant smile when the door sprung open.
Then he realised what he'd just done. "...er, you probably shouldn't right now, Jon. You know how Bolton gets."
"It don't matter, don't worry about it. Go home, Ed. You're free."
Jonathan offered Edward a smile as he stepped out of the cell but his smile wasn't quite right. Something was off. Something wasn't right. He wasn't exactly hiding it either. "You done good, son. I appreciate it." The help, the jail break, the everything. It was good but Edward had to leave. He knew that, above all else, that Edward should probably leave.
Jonathan turned around and started walking away, whistling idly as he did so.
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It was what he did, after all. "Look, we're all in this together, aren't we? All along the edges of society." Looking at Jonathan right now, it terrified him to his core. He hoped he was good at masking that, but he wasn't too confident. Jonathan was good at picking up on fear, for obvious reasons. "We stick together. At least against everyone else."
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He remembered people around him, he remembered family and colleagues but in the end of all things, he was always back to being alone. Even now, Edward was leaving and he wouldn't come back. Jon was alone. Alone and he had to fix it. He couldn't rely on anyone else. He always ended up let down. He could rely on one thing and one thing alone. That he was the Scarecrow and no one could ever scare him.
"You can pick a lock, can't you?" Any lock, any time, anywhere. Those fancy little gadgets on the cells, Edward always bragged about them being easy. "If you're with me, if you ain't bullshitting me, unlock the cell..."
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Then he realised what he'd just done. "...er, you probably shouldn't right now, Jon. You know how Bolton gets."
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Jonathan offered Edward a smile as he stepped out of the cell but his smile wasn't quite right. Something was off. Something wasn't right. He wasn't exactly hiding it either. "You done good, son. I appreciate it." The help, the jail break, the everything. It was good but Edward had to leave. He knew that, above all else, that Edward should probably leave.
Jonathan turned around and started walking away, whistling idly as he did so.
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