Temporary Insanity #10- "In the Madhouse..."
*It was another long day in Gotham City, but of course, he thought to himself, they always were. That's how it is when your city is home to homicidal clowns, psychotic scarecrows and-*
Nygma- Get your fat fingers off of me you overgrown baboon!
*Men like Edward Nygma*
Nygma- I'll be having words with my lawyer! What's wrong with you? Do you lack the cognitive ability to recognise true genius? Ha!
Cash- Get down on the ground inmate! On your knees!
Nygma- "On my knees"! Now, see that? There was really no need to specify, Cash, unless what? You expect me to do some form of handstand? Don't go condescending *me* of all people, when by all logic you should be slaving away- Bzzaaaargh!
Cash- Get this "genius" back in his cell!
*Yep. It was another long day in Gotham. Gordon took another deep breath from his pipe and continued on his way. By now he was something of a celebrity. As he walked through maximum security he faced the full barrage of death threats, misguided attempts at parole and guards pleading to be let out of their cells...?*
Guard- Commissioner! Those monsters locked me up in here! You have to get me out!
Gordon- Save it Hagen.
*As he walks past, he hears a horrific squelching noise*
Clayface- Spoilsport...
Milo- I don't belong in here Commissioner! Believe me, *I'm* not mad!
*Next door, the Mad Hatter takes a gulp of tea*
Tetch- Oh, oh, but you *must* be, or else you wouldn't have come here!
Milo- I was abducted! Attacked! By that overgrown vermin you lawmen call an ally!
*He continued on his way, past their bickering*
Dent- Hello Jim. Another long day is it?
Gordon- Harvey.
*His hand, the scarred one, smacks the glass angrily. In the adjacent cell, Ivy covers her plants instinctively, Freeze scowls in annoyance and continues to tinker with his wife's cyro-container*
Ivy- Shhhh my babies... shhh
Two-Face- Use our *real* name
Gordon- You'd like that wouldn't you? To think you won? No.
Two-Face- No one says no to us! Use our real name! Use our-!
???- Yikes, who do you have to kill to get some attention round here?
*He passed *his* cell far too often. If he were weaker he'd have given in by now and ended it. But he couldn't. Barbara wouldn't want that. Sarah... Sarah wouldn't either*
Joker- Tut tut tut, c'mon Jimbo, help a guy out!
*He ignored him. Or tried as best as he could. The Joker always knew how to push a man's buttons*
Joker- Hmph! So much for your Christmas spirit!
*No. He wouldn't play along this time*
Jim- It's November.
Joker- And if the stores can celebrate early, why can't I!
*Just keep moving*
Joker- Oops... I forget... the holidays are always tough aren't they? I bet that house of yours feels that much emptier haha!
*Son of a-*
Guard- Commissioner.
Gordon- Right...
Joker- Happy Hanukkah Commish! Send my *best* wishes to Captain Essen! Hahahahaha! Heh.
*At last, the interview room. In one seat, Drury Walker, skinnier, hairier since Gordon last saw him, in the other Garfield Lynns, smoking a cigarette. Or he was, until Bullock slapped it out of his hand and stomped on it*
Gar- I was enjoying that.
Bullock- Did none of you think giving a serial arsonist a *cigarette* was a bad idea?
*The guards look sheepishly at the ground. Gordon nods at Bullock and turns back to Walker, hoping he was right, that he wouldn't come to regret this*
Gordon- ... Uncuff him.
Guard- Sir?
Gordon- You heard son.
*The guard complies, still confused, of course, but not quite as shocked as Bullock, Lynns or Walker for that matter*
Drury- What-? What is this?
Gordon- Your... assailant, the one you say killed DeVoe and Pike...
Gar- Because he *did*
Gordon- Well, he just grabbed Hugo Strange.
*Drury and Gar glance at each then turn to Gordon*
Drury- Well, um that's-
Gar- -Something. What are the chances he kills the bastard?
Gordon- Mr Lynns!
Gar- What'd I say? Human experimentation is cool now?
*He turns back to Drury, expecting agreement, instead he gets a look telling him to shut up*
Gordon- Is there a problem?
Drury- Not a problem exactly... It's just.. well I don't understand, Commissioner, all of a sudden you believe my "crazy" story?
Gordon- I do. And, by my count, that makes you an innocent man. A *free* man. We have a killer on the loose and you're going to help us catch him. Or is he not your brother?
Drury- He is, he is... It's just... it feels a bit anticlimactic, after everything to be let out like that.
Gordon- If you'd rather-
Drury- No! No! I'll help! On one condition. Gar goes free too.
Gar- I think that's a great idea.
*Behind them, Bullock chokes on his donut*
Bullock- Oh, hell no! You're outta your mind pal if you think we'll let Gotham's biggest arsonist back onto the streets
Drury- He was pardoned for those!
Gar- Yeah! I was-?
Drury- -Besides, you booked him for DeVoe, right? And with your new evidence-
Bullock- Yeah, well, we ain't buying what you're selling, right Commish?
Gordon- Do what he says.
Gar- Awesome.
Bullock- Commissioner, this is-
*Drury never heard what Bullock was going to say although he could probably guess plenty of swearing was involved. A weight had been lifted. He was free, legally! He could go home, he could bake cakes, he could finally see Miranda and maybe... maybe he could bring Norbert home too*
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*In a cramped apartment, with a empty bottle of beer or two on the ground sat Bridget Pike, watching the TV. It had been weeks since she saw Twag at the graveyard, since she stopped herself from killing Walker, and now, he was free, but that wasn't the only thing she learnt from that tiny screen*
Vale- Sources say that Hugo Strange was abducted last night by what police are calling a "Killer Wasp". It's believed that this creature was the true perpetrator of the murders that incarcerated Garfield Lynns and Drury Walker-
*No. It couldn't be. And yet... Walker did he was framed but no... no! That meant that if he didn't kill her mother, it was...*
Bridget- Twag.
Temporary Insanity #10- "In the Madhouse..."
*It was another long day in Gotham City, but of course, he thought to himself, they always were. That's how it is when your city is home to homicidal clowns, psychotic scarecrows and-*
Nygma- Get your fat fingers off of me you overgrown baboon!
*Men like Edward Nygma*
Nygma- I'll be having words with my lawyer! What's wrong with you? Do you lack the cognitive ability to recognise true genius? Ha!
Cash- Get down on the ground inmate! On your knees!
Nygma- "On my knees"! Now, see that? There was really no need to specify, Cash, unless what? You expect me to do some form of handstand? Don't go condescending *me* of all people, when by all logic you should be slaving away- Bzzaaaargh!
Cash- Get this "genius" back in his cell!
*Yep. It was another long day in Gotham. Gordon took another deep breath from his pipe and continued on his way. By now he was something of a celebrity. As he walked through maximum security he faced the full barrage of death threats, misguided attempts at parole and guards pleading to be let out of their cells...?*
Guard- Commissioner! Those monsters locked me up in here! You have to get me out!
Gordon- Save it Hagen.
*As he walks past, he hears a horrific squelching noise*
Clayface- Spoilsport...
Milo- I don't belong in here Commissioner! Believe me, *I'm* not mad!
*Next door, the Mad Hatter takes a gulp of tea*
Tetch- Oh, oh, but you *must* be, or else you wouldn't have come here!
Milo- I was abducted! Attacked! By that overgrown vermin you lawmen call an ally!
*He continued on his way, past their bickering*
Dent- Hello Jim. Another long day is it?
Gordon- Harvey.
*His hand, the scarred one, smacks the glass angrily. In the adjacent cell, Ivy covers her plants instinctively, Freeze scowls in annoyance and continues to tinker with his wife's cyro-container*
Ivy- Shhhh my babies... shhh
Two-Face- Use our *real* name
Gordon- You'd like that wouldn't you? To think you won? No.
Two-Face- No one says no to us! Use our real name! Use our-!
???- Yikes, who do you have to kill to get some attention round here?
*He passed *his* cell far too often. If he were weaker he'd have given in by now and ended it. But he couldn't. Barbara wouldn't want that. Sarah... Sarah wouldn't either*
Joker- Tut tut tut, c'mon Jimbo, help a guy out!
*He ignored him. Or tried as best as he could. The Joker always knew how to push a man's buttons*
Joker- Hmph! So much for your Christmas spirit!
*No. He wouldn't play along this time*
Jim- It's November.
Joker- And if the stores can celebrate early, why can't I!
*Just keep moving*
Joker- Oops... I forget... the holidays are always tough aren't they? I bet that house of yours feels that much emptier haha!
*Son of a-*
Guard- Commissioner.
Gordon- Right...
Joker- Happy Hanukkah Commish! Send my *best* wishes to Captain Essen! Hahahahaha! Heh.
*At last, the interview room. In one seat, Drury Walker, skinnier, hairier since Gordon last saw him, in the other Garfield Lynns, smoking a cigarette. Or he was, until Bullock slapped it out of his hand and stomped on it*
Gar- I was enjoying that.
Bullock- Did none of you think giving a serial arsonist a *cigarette* was a bad idea?
*The guards look sheepishly at the ground. Gordon nods at Bullock and turns back to Walker, hoping he was right, that he wouldn't come to regret this*
Gordon- ... Uncuff him.
Guard- Sir?
Gordon- You heard son.
*The guard complies, still confused, of course, but not quite as shocked as Bullock, Lynns or Walker for that matter*
Drury- What-? What is this?
Gordon- Your... assailant, the one you say killed DeVoe and Pike...
Gar- Because he *did*
Gordon- Well, he just grabbed Hugo Strange.
*Drury and Gar glance at each then turn to Gordon*
Drury- Well, um that's-
Gar- -Something. What are the chances he kills the bastard?
Gordon- Mr Lynns!
Gar- What'd I say? Human experimentation is cool now?
*He turns back to Drury, expecting agreement, instead he gets a look telling him to shut up*
Gordon- Is there a problem?
Drury- Not a problem exactly... It's just.. well I don't understand, Commissioner, all of a sudden you believe my "crazy" story?
Gordon- I do. And, by my count, that makes you an innocent man. A *free* man. We have a killer on the loose and you're going to help us catch him. Or is he not your brother?
Drury- He is, he is... It's just... it feels a bit anticlimactic, after everything to be let out like that.
Gordon- If you'd rather-
Drury- No! No! I'll help! On one condition. Gar goes free too.
Gar- I think that's a great idea.
*Behind them, Bullock chokes on his donut*
Bullock- Oh, hell no! You're outta your mind pal if you think we'll let Gotham's biggest arsonist back onto the streets
Drury- He was pardoned for those!
Gar- Yeah! I was-?
Drury- -Besides, you booked him for DeVoe, right? And with your new evidence-
Bullock- Yeah, well, we ain't buying what you're selling, right Commish?
Gordon- Do what he says.
Gar- Awesome.
Bullock- Commissioner, this is-
*Drury never heard what Bullock was going to say although he could probably guess plenty of swearing was involved. A weight had been lifted. He was free, legally! He could go home, he could bake cakes, he could finally see Miranda and maybe... maybe he could bring Norbert home too*
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*In a cramped apartment, with a empty bottle of beer or two on the ground sat Bridget Pike, watching the TV. It had been weeks since she saw Twag at the graveyard, since she stopped herself from killing Walker, and now, he was free, but that wasn't the only thing she learnt from that tiny screen*
Vale- Sources say that Hugo Strange was abducted last night by what police are calling a "Killer Wasp". It's believed that this creature was the true perpetrator of the murders that incarcerated Garfield Lynns and Drury Walker-
*No. It couldn't be. And yet... Walker did he was framed but no... no! That meant that if he didn't kill her mother, it was...*
Bridget- Twag.