Leisure time in Arkham Asylum at the security level of any of the big time rogues was by necessity rather dire as far as different forms of entertainment were concerned. Edward wasn't considered a big risk in terms of violence and brute strength, but his towering intellect was a force to be reckoned with. At least that was how Edward preferred to think about it, rather than conceding the point that they had begun withholding Clue, Mastermind, Connect Four and most other intellectually stimulating games solely due to Edwards two interjoined bad habits of winning and gloating.

It meant that the only games they had were purely luck based. When the Joker was locked away securely, they also had cards, but no one ever wanted to play cards with Edward. No one ever really wanted to play with Edward, which he couldn't understand. If he was them, he'd be grateful for the privilege of watching a master at play - literally.

There were other inmates around, but generally no one dared approach the big names and, as if this was high school and they were the popular kids, that meant they got the sofas. Regardless of a vast majority of them having once been the kids to get stuffed into lockers.

"How are the new meds, Jervis?" No clarity or awareness in those eyes, although that didn't mean much. Edward let himself fall onto the cushion next to his much shorter erstwhile and current colleague, propping his elbow onto his shoulder. "Did I miss anything fun?"

"Harvey was complaining about missing his show," Pamela informed him, while tending to a small leaf on her forearm, "Because we have no other concerns with our planet being on fire."

"For shame, Harvey," Edward scolded him playfully, "What show? I can make sure it's recorded for you."