@empcthic has an appointment.
When his new cellmate had been dragged into the room, he had recognized him. He’d met him once when an ambulance brought one of the escaped patients back to the asylum. He had been a paramedic if he remembered correctly. Ironic how he now sat in one of the cells. Jonathan was surprised to see the man wasn’t in a straitjacket, unlike him.
His eerily blue eyes were trained on the man. No emotion present on his face, save for a small smirk at his lips. ‘He’s mine.’ The voice was always present in his head. Always hissing things to him. Jonathan still wasn’t 100% sure what it was, but he knew it was there. The Scarecrow was more than just a name, it lived inside him. Coming out to play on occasion. He knew because he blacked out during those times. He never came out in Arkham though, unless he felt threatened. So the man was safe. For now.
“You don’t seem crazy.” Jonathan finally broke the silence, his gaze never leaving the man.
