the doctor is in

I knew he could do tricks! Scarecrow thought smugly. Jonathan, still too furious over the interruption, only snarled at Magnokris. Not even the fascinating potential behind some form of telekinesis could sway him from his outrage. “That won’t be all of it. Now that they know we’re here, they won’t stop until we’ve been dealt with. And this might attract the attention of their CEO.”

"Oh, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there." There wasn’t much doubt in his mind as he continued to tear the bots apart that Scarecrow hoped much of the blame would be placed on him. In fact, it was his fault that the alarms were set off. But who could blame him? Yes, it was wise to take advantage of things but where was the fun in riding somebody else’s coattails? None at all! He was a man who liked some spice in his life from time to time.

Harry’s experiences so far in Gotham city had given him enough incentive to take a look at the list of villains and their public and self deemed nicknames. He was almost shocked he hadn’t put the pieces together before. The ‘oh shit’ factor rose massively with this realization.

Jonathan did so love it when people recognized him--even more when they cooperated. He didn't actually relish violence, although that was mostly because he was too often on the losing end of such fights. Keeping control of the situation and exerting his influence over the mind were his best options in almost all confrontations.

The job sounded easy enough. Go in, murder a couple dozen people, leave before the Cops show up. If they did? Murder them too. It was not the first job he taken where landscape and distance was more of a problem but with a shot that can hit center mass from miles away it was easy enough. Payment was not so easy.

Jonathan rarely entrusted his toxin into the hands of others. Sometimes, for a greater goal; with the very few who called themselves his friends; and very occasionally, as a bartering chip. Over-sharing would devalue its status as his trademark, after all, and he still liked to think it was more of a scientific tool than a weapon. But this situation did appear to fall under his exceptions. He nodded, lips pursed. "That can be arranged."