Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-20 00:00:00 |
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Who: Jonathan Crane
Where: Arkham Asylum
When: May 20, 2012
What: Jonathan's first night in Arkham
Rating: PG-13
“It’s been a while, Penelope,” Jonathan said, smiling at the woman across from him.
Penny stared at her long time friend and colleague, tears flowing down her cheeks. She nodded towards the guards who removed Jonathan’s cuffs, roughly shoving the man towards the doctor for his strip search and check up.
Penny crossed the room in two steps, hugging him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. She had thought Jonathan was dead, her heart breaking as she watched the video of her best friend explode. She pulled away, sniffling and wiping his eyes.
“Penny, it’s alright, I...” He was cut off by a burning pain in his cheek as Penny slapped him. He touched the side of his face and was promptly smacked again on the other side. “Penny?” he said and was slapped again. “Stop slapping me woman!”
Penny froze, staring at him before hugging him again, sobbing harder. “I cried for you, dammit,” she said, clutching at the other man. “I cried. I don’t cry, Jonathan,”
“I know, Penny,” Jonathan whispered, clinging to her, ignoring the guards who were studying them too closely, just in case. “I wanted to tell you,”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked as she pulled away. “You could have trusted me! I’m not like them!”
“I know Penny,” Jonathan said and gave her a look, his eyes darting to the side as he returned her attention to the guards in the room.
Penny nodded, clearing her throat with a cough. “I need your costume,” she said, taking a step back. “And you need to be searched...rules,”
Jonathan nodded, unclasping the cape around his neck and handing it to one fo the guards so he could search it, unbuckling the orange doublet, handing that to the other guard, waiting until they had bagged the clothing before un-tucking his shirt, unbuttoning it and handing it to a guard, followed by his belt, pants and boots.
“Boxers too, Jonathan,”
“I am aware, Penny,” Jonathan muttered, stripping off the pair of green boxer briefs and passing them over before standing in front of Penny, arms out to the sides.
Penny snickered as she circled him, before feeling over his arms, shoulders, back, chest and stomach for any hidden latex pockets. She then knelt, searching the former doctor’s thighs, calves ankles and feet. “Alright, bend and spread,” she ordered with a snicker, snapping on a latex glove.
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An hour later, Jonathan was sitting in his new cell, staring at the wall, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to get used to the standard issue Arkham clothing, staring up at the grey cealing above him.
Penny had taken scans of his head and neck after the search, promising to return with information on them after she had studied it, to let him know how much if any damage had been done when he inahled too much of his own toxin.
The door rattled and he turned to look as Pam slipped in, holding a small tablet device. She sat on the bed next to him, offering the tablet so he could look at the scans. “It’s pretty bad, Jonathan,” she said softly.
“I can see that,” Jonathan muttered, staring at the portions of his brain that had died off, abused by the toxin.
“You’re lucky to still be alive and talking, I’m assuming your brain is starting to compensate for the death of other areas, but it’ll take years, maybe even never for it to be complete. Until then,” she held out her hand, offering him a cup of pills. “You’ll need to take these three times a day,” she said, offering him a bottle of water before sitting back on the bed, watching as he took them before turning on a movie, curling up against him as they watched it, finally leaving his cell hours later when Jonathan had fallen asleep.
She nodded to the guards escorting her, locking his door behind her, trying to ignore the finality of the sound.