"You're sorry about the bugs in my skin? Don't be. I don't suppose it is your fault." In a roundabout way, maybe. Edward shrugged, deciding that it was best to not even play with the idea of freeing Jonathan from that straight-jacket. He might be thin as a rake, but he was a wiry son of a bitch. Packed quite the wallop when he went for it and he didn't fancy a fight against a crazed Scarecrow.

"There's no bats in the room, Scarecrow." Seemed more appropriate to address him like that at the moment. "In your belfry, that is another matter. But in here, no, not so much. Just your mind playing fear toxin induced tricks on you. Nasty stuff, isn't it?"

Edward was sadistic enough that there was just a little bit of satisfaction to see Jonathan deal with the effects of the toxin. He felt that was fair enough, given how often he had served as an unwilling lab rat. "I've found it helps to focus on reciting facts. Try the elemental table, you're familiar enough with that."