Doctor Jonathan Crane (i_fear) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-12-27 07:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward nigma, jonathan crane |
Setting Up a Punchline (Edward/Jonathan Log)
Eddie arrived at Arkham, brooding and pissed off from what he had heard Enigma saying about how Jonathan and Joker had been plotting against his daughter, without him, and been up to causing mayhem, again without him, which weren’t things that made him too happy. Especially since those were things that Edward wanted, that were currently being taken from him, and he was going to react accordingly to that.
When Marcus pulled up to the curb at Arkham, Eddie got himself out of the vehicle using his crutches, hobbling up the pathway to the asylum, moving across the threshold of the door, and making his way to Jonathan’s office. By the time he reached the office door, he was black with rage and he didn’t even want to talk things through, he was at the point of being almost irrational, which was never good for anyone that wandered into his path.
He didn’t bother knocking, just let himself in, glaring at Jonathan with a look full of venom, obviously upset, “What the fuck did you think you were doing siccing Joker on Enigma?” Eddie growled, slamming the door shut behind himself with a crutch, before hobbling to the middle of the room, hoping to get a good answer, though with the situation as fragile as it was, he probably wasn’t going to get one.
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“I didn’t ‘sic’ anyone on anyone,” Jonathan said, looking up from the case notes he was working on, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I informed him that she was straying from our plan, worrying that her change in behavior would lead her to betraying us. No offense, Edward, but your daughter is a flighty little twit. She is well known to switch sides on a whim, and I really didn’t need someone like Dinah Lance knocking on my door with the police.”
Granted, he had the Black Canary in his face anyway just for existing, but he didn’t need the woman actually having evidence to back up her claims.
“Why, what has happened?”
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Eddie nodded, listening to Jonathan talk, still irritated, “He messed her up pretty bad, she is probably going to be scarred and she might die even. That’s how bad she is.” He explained, and it wasn’t as if he cared if she was dead, but he was supposed to be the one that hurt her like that in the appropriate time. Right now, he was glad she was still breathing. “She explained that Joker said you and him were working together, that it was both of your plan to hurt her, and that both of you were working on some diabolical scheme for the city.” He said, trying not to pout at being left out of the games.
Eddie didn’t care about repercussions, he was far too pissed to worry about anyone else or drawing any attention to their cause. He was out for blood, and it looked like Joker was going to be first on the menu.
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“You knew I was working on something, Edward. I told you that. I just didn’t tell you it was Joker. I’m not stupid, you both detest each other and I like my blood pressure where it is. I certainly didn’t tell him to harm her.”
Not that Jonathan was too broken up about it, if the little bitch feared them, she might not double cross them. Certainly made his life easier.
Yes, Jonathan cared for her as a daughter, but Jonathan also wasn’t a nice man. He cared for his grandmother in some deep down place and he still watched as her own crows pecked and tore at her until she died and then buried her in her precious church.
“So why are you here yelling at me? Besides Enigma’s playing with the truth? I’m not going to help you go after him, I like my heart staying beating, Edward.”
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That was true, he had known, but if he had any idea it was with one of the men he hated most of all, it wouldn’t have sat well with him, and that he had to find out through his possibly dying daughter didn’t please him at all in the slightest. He couldn’t stand this, and wouldn’t stand it, he would deal with Jack on his own if he had to, which he would.
“Well he hurt her bad, and it’s over now. I guess there is a little bit of revenge in order here.” He said softly, mind spinning with ideas on how to lure Jack out of hiding.
Eddie knew that Jonathan wasn’t very nice, but neither was he, really, and that’s one of the reasons they got along so well. They could play the game together and not have to worry about each other. Jack was just too unpredictable for Eddie’s liking.
When Eddie heard Jonathan say he wouldn’t help him go after Joker, Eddie straightened, and nodded, “Fine. I’ll do it myself. I will draw him out...the warehouse seems to be a perfect spot for a fight. It’s been suitable before.” He said, turning around, heading towards the door of the office, done with this conversation.
He had to go prepare for his own death, because that’s what the end result of a fight with Joker would probably be, especially in the condition he was in. He wasn’t going to back down.
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One of Scarecrow’s sickles flew through the air, embeding into the door, and into the frame, keeping the door closed. “You’re an idiot,” he hissed, eyes Scarebeast orange. “You go out there now and you’ll lose, become the great joke. You need a plan, moron.” Scarecrow spoke, each word designed to poke at all of Edward’s weaknesses, what he hated, to insult his intelligence and get him pissed off enough to stay.
“I said I wouldn’t help you go after him, but not that I wouldn’t help you create a plan that would lead you to win.”
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He didn't fear the scarebeast but the sickle in the door was enough to earn his attention. Of course Eddie wasn't the type to just rush into things without a plan, and he knew that his leg was going to have to heal before he could really do much of anything, but it didn't hurt to have help.
Slowly, Eddie turned around, frowning at the other man, willing to listen to him at least for a moment or two to see what he had in mind.
"I will not be a joke and I will not let him turn my legacy into his own personal carnival either." He snapped, irritated and in some pain from all of his moving around which had irritated his wound. He hobbled back over to the desk, standing there, looking down at Jonathan, "So what is it exactly you have in mind?" He inquired, curious now as to how Jonathan was going to help him, without actually being there.
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“His entire plan centers around people not knowing he’s here,” Jonathan said, leaning back in his chair, having wrestled for control from both Scarecrow and the Beast. “Perhaps you should...inform some people that he’s not in Arkham as rumour claims. That he’s free and has a plan to attack the city soon with gas.”
Jonathan’s gas, of course, which had been his role in the whole thing...besides causing a bit of other mayhem.
“If word spreads, if enough prepare...his pretty little chaotic party falls apart. He can’t attack the city with a chemical they’re all guarding against.”
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"Like who? The press? The bat?" Edward replied, shifting on his set of crutches, mulling it over. It wasn't a bad plan at all, but how the city would prepare itself against a gas attack was beyond him. Let them deal with that.
"I like it. It will have to wait until tomorrow, right now I don't feel so good." He said with a groan, feeling miserable and in too much pain to really want to keep moving around.
"I'll find enough people to tell that might be interested in our friend jack. He's not going to like the when we're done with this, not that he does now, but I have a feeling that he and I are going to have to have a chat soon after."
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“Ms. Lane, Ms. Lance...the bat if you could find them,” Jonathan said with a shrug. “Perhaps even those two superheros your daughter has wrapped around her finger.” He smirked, pushing out the chair next to him, which technically was a guest chair but he had been mentally calling it “Eddie’s chair”. “Sit, moron,” Jonathan said, returning to his casefiles. “Relax before you reopen your stitches and I let Scarecrow beat you with a cricket bat like he wants.”
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"I'm sure I can draw out the bat." Eddie replied, also sure he could find the press and let them know. Going to Bruce and Tony, however, was something Eddie would not do. They could hear it second hand. He wasn't going to go beg them for help. He hated both of them far more than he hated batman, and almost as much as he hated Jack.
Eddie moved to sit down in the chair that had been kicked out for him, settling in it, his leg throbbing which was not helping his mood. "I don't care about the scarecrow." He said with a pout, letting his crutches sit against the desk, not needing them in that moment.
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Jonathan was silent for a long moment, his eyes distant, clouded with thought, before he snorted. “He doesn’t care about you either,” he replied, returning to his work. A blatant lie, but the other half of his personality was doing his best imitation of pouting in a corner, so Jonathan wasn’t going to call him on it...it was far, far too amusing. Besides, pissing off Scarecrow would lessen the hold they had on the Beast. “And good luck with that, the whole reason Jack has the is plan anyway is the draw out the Bat.”
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He listened, sitting up a little in his chair, done pouting. His mind twisted over all of the people that he knew, and perhaps he would contact the super heros after all, as they would be assets in his plan. At least Bruce would, he had a feeling that Bruce might know how to get in touch with people that mattered. Maybe even the mayor, they would have to see.
"Then we will leave the bat out of this for now, and play quiet on his end. I have a feeling the bat will find out in good time anyway, so lets get the rest of this infernal city on the same page, so when the bat man does figure it out, he won't be the only one looking for Jack."
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“I eagerly look forward to it,” Jonathan said, grinning widely.