"As if you'd be doing anything other than manically scribbling your damn formula anywhere you could if you knew your end was nigh, you egomaniac eccentric. Who isn't scared of the end?" Edward watched him as he panicked, feeling a whole mix of emotions that was difficult to discern. He was concerned, there was that. He also had some rather sinister - albeit supervillain-appropriate - thoughts of holding Jonathan down to be the one he looked at fearfully just once.

"Those are all at least partially water-soluble." Edward was no chemist, but one didn't spend this much time around the likes of Jonathan and Joker without picking up a thing or two. "Some dihydrogen oxide won't hurt." Might help, however.

He moved forward, grabbing a hold of the front of Jonathan's jacket and trying to hold him still. "Focus on me, Jonathan. Scarecrow, I want you to pay attention to me."