"I'll make sure your stories are ready for you whenever you're next out. Tres Destinos." Ah, quality television as usual. How he adored that simple-minded, double-minded attorney. "You have my word."
"I'd not want to watch that mindless drivel anyway," Pamela added helpfully, while another leaf was slowly coaxed out, "Harvey has a point about the tiny creep though. Cover him with something."
"Oh, certainly. Which one of you two is going to take their top off for the purpose?" Edward reached over to cover Jervis's eyes temporarily, just to see whether he'd react.
"I would but I don't want my stuff touching his face." Harvey admitted as he flipped his coin up and down idly, watching as Edward tested Jervis. With hands over his eyes, Jervis made a strange squeak and reeled back.
"Dormouse!"
"He lives." Harvey caught his coin and then started to move it between his fingers. "See, no one had to take off their shirt for it. Though, I think if Pam took hers off, Jervis' brain would explode."
Edward let go of Jervis, rubbing his hand off on his pants and leaning back. "Should I be flattered that you recognised me just by feeling my hand?" Perhaps that was something to be concerned over. "Good morning, Jervis. The lovely Pamela here was just about to strip off her top for you, it's a shame you are already lucid."
"In his dreams, the little creep," Pamela commented, not wanting to encourage Jervis by addressing him directly.
"Oh, without a doubt. Though I think even then he's more likely to wet his bed then have a wet dream. Those damn puberty blockers, eh?" He chuckled and then surveyed the room, mostly looking for any entertainment that was available. "Are the clowns all still banned? Harley incident?" What wide reaching consequences. "Neither of the Joker's paramours around, suddenly it's so blissfully quiet."
"As far as I know, the Joker isn't allowed in because... well, he's the Joker. His baes are banned too. Not forever but I say we enjoy the silence." Harvey admitted as he leaned his head back and looked up at the dirty, stained ceiling. It almost looked like there was a fucking coffee cup stain on the ceiling. How?
"So much blood. So much glitter." Jervis remarked as he thought of the Harley incident.
"Is Crane still in solitary?" He knew they caught the Scarecrow a couple of days ago. He had heard him screaming about being the God of fear the whole way down the hall. "Sounds like someone snorted his own scary juices." He tilted his head to the side and then looked at Pamela. "Huh. Can you like... pheromone yourself? Get all horny for you-time?"
"Ugh. Men." Pamela rolled her eyes, which Edward did think was unfortunately a rather attractive look on her. He was hiding his grin behind his hand so it wouldn't be too obvious. "Must you always think with your other head?"
"At least that one is always of just one mind," Edward added helpfully, "Anyway, you know that Pamela's powers have far more application beyond-- that."
"I don't need to dope myself to get it going, Harvey. What about you? Getting soft in your old age?" Pamela asked it sweetly and Edward reached out to waft his hands in the air to disperse any potential pheromones.
"Jonathan is still in solitary, yes. I've been to see him and I think I've calmed him a little. I'm certain he'll join us soon."
"Does a conjugal visit help against fear toxin?" Really not that intriguing a question, but Pamela had to needle a little. "It's sweet that you take such care of your boyfriend, Edward, after you've hidden out from him in the asylum for almost a month. A truly toxic relationship."
"I wasn't hiding and he's not my boyfriend, but sure. I'm sweet." Whatever. "Adorable."
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"I'd not want to watch that mindless drivel anyway," Pamela added helpfully, while another leaf was slowly coaxed out, "Harvey has a point about the tiny creep though. Cover him with something."
"Oh, certainly. Which one of you two is going to take their top off for the purpose?" Edward reached over to cover Jervis's eyes temporarily, just to see whether he'd react.
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"Dormouse!"
"He lives." Harvey caught his coin and then started to move it between his fingers. "See, no one had to take off their shirt for it. Though, I think if Pam took hers off, Jervis' brain would explode."
"Who? What? Where?!"
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"In his dreams, the little creep," Pamela commented, not wanting to encourage Jervis by addressing him directly.
"Oh, without a doubt. Though I think even then he's more likely to wet his bed then have a wet dream. Those damn puberty blockers, eh?" He chuckled and then surveyed the room, mostly looking for any entertainment that was available. "Are the clowns all still banned? Harley incident?" What wide reaching consequences. "Neither of the Joker's paramours around, suddenly it's so blissfully quiet."
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"So much blood. So much glitter." Jervis remarked as he thought of the Harley incident.
"Is Crane still in solitary?" He knew they caught the Scarecrow a couple of days ago. He had heard him screaming about being the God of fear the whole way down the hall. "Sounds like someone snorted his own scary juices." He tilted his head to the side and then looked at Pamela. "Huh. Can you like... pheromone yourself? Get all horny for you-time?"
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"At least that one is always of just one mind," Edward added helpfully, "Anyway, you know that Pamela's powers have far more application beyond-- that."
"I don't need to dope myself to get it going, Harvey. What about you? Getting soft in your old age?" Pamela asked it sweetly and Edward reached out to waft his hands in the air to disperse any potential pheromones.
"Jonathan is still in solitary, yes. I've been to see him and I think I've calmed him a little. I'm certain he'll join us soon."
"Does a conjugal visit help against fear toxin?" Really not that intriguing a question, but Pamela had to needle a little. "It's sweet that you take such care of your boyfriend, Edward, after you've hidden out from him in the asylum for almost a month. A truly toxic relationship."
"I wasn't hiding and he's not my boyfriend, but sure. I'm sweet." Whatever. "Adorable."