[Arkham asylum]

[confound]

Being institutionalized is perhaps the worst sort of boredom, especially for Edward Nygma. Oh, sure, it's a fair bit better than being sent to out and out prison - his constitution's too delicate for Blackgate Penitientiary, no thank you - it's still... institutionalization. The therapists are mealy-mouthed and annoying. The other prisoners are, well... it's Gotham, quite a few of them have extracurricular activities like he does, generally in costumes less stylish than his.

Group therapy might actually be sucking the life out of him.

He can't really do anything about any of this, either. Not yet, anyway. So he wastes his days trying to keep himself entertained any way he can. Today, that's milling about the rec room since he's re-earned those privileges. He's been on very good behavior, honestly. It's just unfortunate there's nothing really going for the rec room beyond being a change of scenery. There's some terrible board games and a tv with very restricted viewing.

And, of course, other patients. Joy of joys. At least today he doesn't notice anyone particularly unpleasant, so he settles in the sofa to watch the same goddamn original Star Trek reruns again. Sigh.

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[jcrane]

"Talking to your reflection hardly counts, Edward. I hadn't thought you were that far gone." Jonathan puts on a very concerned face while privately grimacing. If Nygma got some poor fool to laugh at a couple of his godawful puns, he's probably going to have to hear all about it.

[confound]

"Please. No, it was a rather clever woman, and she managed a few jokes even better than mine." Eddie snorts quietly but does not cease his smiling. His reflection? Really? "And I must say, if that jab's the best you can do I'm rather afraid this place has begun to dull your wits already. Or did they confiscate your sharp tongue along with the burlap mask?"

[jcrane]

Oh good lord. Jonathan can't actually keep himself from rolling his eyes at that. Not that he tried very hard. "That's not exactly a high bar, you know." The second part of Nygma's comment gets a grumpy Crane squint. "If you think I save my best remarks for you, Edward, you're in for a rude awakening." He grins humorlessly. "Though not all of us have had the good fortune of lounging about on Dr. Bartholomew's good graces."

He really isn't at his best at the moment. A couple of the guards have a grudge, and the idiot doctor he's been assigned is... unpleasant. Such is life in Arkham.

[confound]

"Ah, you never have appreciated my humor very much. Alas, there's no accounting for taste." Eddie laughs, but turns his expression into mock hurt when Crane continues on. "You wound me. Truly."

He humorless grin gets a raised brow. "You seem slightly more irritably than usual, Jonathan. Got stuck with Dr. Carrington this time?"

[jcrane]

"Indeed there isn't. You found a woman with taste as poor as yours, you were saying?" Jonathan smirks.

...But the smirk fades quickly at the mention of Dr. Carrington. "As a matter of fact, I did."

[confound]

That smirk just gets a disapproving look in response. "I could do worse."

Eddie actually frowns. Dr. Carrington is... a problem he wishes someone would deal with already. "My sympathies."

[jcrane]

"Oh, touchy already, are we?" Jonathan eyes Nygma thoughtfully. "How interesting."

"Your concern is touching," he continues dryly. "But unnecessary. I consider Carrington an... inspiration." To get the hell out of Arkham as quickly as possible. But he doesn't need to add that.

[confound]

"Hardly." Eddie rolls his eyes, reclining. A glance at the tv and it's... Trouble with Tribbles again. The trouble is he's seen this episode approximately 38 times already.

"Well, as long as you find it...motivating, I suppose that's something." There's no real secret that neither of them plan on staying. Who does, really? Arkham practically has a revolving door.