"Yes, yes, he's quite the smart cookie. You're more of a bimbo, I suppose. It's fine, you're pretty." And ever so powerful and amazingly crazy. A bit of a push and a shove, it hadn't taken much. Jerome helped Jervis by making him lie down on the bench, with his head in his lap. He didn't want him passing out, after all. So he was pleased to give him the lemonade a guard brought for them, even helping him get the straw in his mouth.

"There he is." Some commotion pointed toward a new arrival and Edward Nygma walked into the common area, posture rigid and expression pretty miserable. Some of the inmates clearly recognised him and greeted him in a friendly way. Jerome took note of that. "Huh. He's taller than he looks on TV."