𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐄.

" I don't believe it's your birthday. "

He tapped his chin, unsure of when that actually was.

" But, if you need any more chemical warfare weaponry, you know where to find me, I would like to see that family suffer just as much. "

" Not yet. Although I'll accept it.

Go nuts, clown. "

" Slow work. I have hit a small snag in perfection, it is not driving my victims to madness fast enough. "

A small frown on his face as he swirled the liquid in his glass.

" And you? Plants growing beautifully? "

" Good. I would hate to have to fear gas you after a lovely present. "

I do not believe that Ivy has never fucked the plants.

" You shall not speak a word of this to anyone, or me and Fuzzy will be cross with you. "

HUFFING.

" I am stuck between Fearmonger and... General Fuzzy. "

IVY DOES WHAT TO PLANTS!?!?

....

" Hand it over. "

He's secretly VERY happy with this.

Quietly handing him a laughing gas grenade.

A silent nod to go nuts.

" It's just scattered sunlight, shorter wavelengths of light being scattered away by molecules. "

He huffed, moving over to the window as well as he sipped the glass.

" But it is quite the sight nonetheless. "

He took the glass, a slight frown on his face.

" Sunset? Quite trivial, no? But fine, if you believe it to be meaningful. "

Perhaps... one wouldn't hurt.

Fine. He shall join her, for now. Until an idea arises, at least.

Where's the fun in relaxation?

Work must persist, Ivy, or else... why has he took no time to slow down?

Work never stops, right?

Gotta keep it up if Gotham will be theirs.

.........

( RAPIDLY SETS THE TIMER ON THE BOMB. )

Exactly.

You can't disturb me. It says do not disturb.

THAT'S PROFILING. MAYBE I'VE CHANGED.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

YOU DON'T KNOW I'M MAKING A BAD GAS BOMB.

MAYBE IT'S SOMETHING FUN LIKE HELIUM.

The sign always works.

DO NOT DISTURB.

Well...

Fine. Done and done. As long as the funding is plentiful.

Going to need it for my next big project!

No.

It says do not disturb outside his door.

That would be morally wrong.

NO.

THERE'S A SIGN. DO NOT BREAK THE CODE OF THE SIGN.

Working on a gas bomb.

Do not disturb.

yes, please do show me around. it might help me get out of the science block i am currently experiencing.

already tried working on the toxin. some pretender blew me up in the process, so... tending to the garden sounds quite nice.

( he's vanished into the shadows.

not returning to arkham today. )

same old, nabbed a guards keys, restole my gear, and put the fear of god into them.

now i'm out and not sure what to do with myself.

( SLUMPING AGAINST THE WALL. )

...

( He's out cold. )

a stint in arkham will do that to you.

or drive you more insane. you look well, yourself.