"Get it away," Jonathan screamed, clinging to Edward. "Get it away, get it away, get it away!"
The more logical and rational part of his brain was embarrassed by his behaviors, wishing he could reach out and smack himself. Instead, he collapsed in Edward's arms, retreating, fading away while Scarecrow took over, his hands tightening on Edward's arms for a moment before he pulled away, shooing away the crow.
He coughed, not looking at the other man, instead reaching out for his soda and righting it before taking a long drink. He stared down at the red can for a moment before looking at Edward. "Do you know how we killed his grandmother?" he asked, voice wavering between accented and the Gothamite accent he usually put on, Scarecrow trying to gain control over himself.