"Remember, he's blood type O." Jonathan called out as he watched Jerome lift Jervis like a sack of spuds. Well, at least Jervis wouldn't die from blood loss. There was a win. He was quite fond of Jervis, they had built up a very odd little friendship while in Arkham. "Good luck, boss."

With Jerome gone, Jonathan looked down at the file and started to move the papers around to see what Edward's file had theorised. "It's not a very flattering summary of you. Egotist. Sadist. Psychopath." He hemmed and then looked at Edward for a few moments. "No, definitely not a psychopath."

From all he gathered, seemed unlikely.