Drury Walker- Temporary Insanity #2

=Arkham Asylum. Doctor's Office=

 

Guard- In here.

 

*The guards open the door, and there, sitting in the doctor's chair is Professor Hugo Strange*

 

Strange- Ah, Mr Walker, I've been hoping to speak to you. Leave us. Mr Walker won't be any trouble, will you?

 

Drury- I- no.

 

*The guards exit*

 

Drury- You-?

 

Strange- Yes, me.

 

Drury- No, I mean- why were you reinstated?

 

Strange- The Asylum was in need of staff. I gladly offered my services.

 

Drury- How kind.

 

Strange- These are desperate times Mr Walker, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Please, take a seat.

 

*Drury does so*

 

Strange- Good. Very good. You *are* a remarkable specimen sir. I've been looking forward to-

 

Drury- Studying me?

 

Strange- Well, yes. Yes. I've been reviewing your file... low income family... your father was a supercriminal yes? And your mother *smirking* a prostitute?

 

Drury- What about it?

 

Strange- I'm simply-

 

Drury- You're "simply" what? Using some kind of psychological trick on me?

 

Strange- My, aren't we... perceptive? Truly. "Most impressive". I think it's time we addressed the elephant in the room. The disappearance of your brother. Norbert, was he called?

 

*Minutes later, the guards hear a thump inside. They knock down the door, Drury's knocked over his seat and Strange is wiping away blood from his face. As the guards start to restrain Drury, he stops them*

 

Strange- I think... I think we made good progress today Mr Walker. I look forward to our future meetings. *he whispers to one of the guards* Tell Doctor Arkham I recommend he be introduced into the Asylum population, effective immediately.

 

Guard- Uh, you sure doc?

 

Strange- Yes, I think it will prove *most*... educational. Goodbye Mr Walker.

 

=====The Cell=====

 

*The guards escort Drury back to his cell. He's far from relieved*

 

Drury- ...Hey Hopper. Did you miss me?

 

*Hopper rides into view, a bottle in hand. If there ever was a mascot for Irish stereotypes, it'd be The Grasshopper, short, drunk and always foul tempered. Though half blind, he can just barely make out Drury's face*

 

Hopper- You? Feck!

 

Drury- *sigh* Good to see you too.

 

*An empty bottle just misses him. An all too frequent occurrence. Hopper, was one of Arkham's signature lost causes, the kind of man they couldn't hope to treat. All they could hope for was keeping him happy, and that meant brandy. Drury met him once, at his wedding. He wasn't so much of a drinker then, or more likely, he was and Drury simply didn't notice

... Drury missed not noticing*

 

Hopper- Feck off!

 

Drury- You know what? I'd love to, but I can't see that happening. I had my chance. And I blew it.

 

*Drury's attempts to get a response from Hopper prove unsuccessful*

 

Hopper- ...Feck you...

 

*Ten he was not, thought Drury. His hands shaking, Hopper tries to pour himself another drink. Drury lets out a sigh. He told himself he wouldn't get involved. Not after Blackgate. And yet looking at Hopper struggle with the bottle makes Drury almost pity him*

 

Drury- Here... let me.

 

Hopper- No! No!

 

*Hopper smashes another bottle. Over Drury's head*

 

Drury- What the hell?!

 

Hopper- Feck off!

 

*Hopper wheels himself off to the corner, glass in hand and continues drinking. Drury almost considers saying something, but the lump on his head was telling him otherwise*

Done