"Why does it matter if you're smart? Doesn't seem to be much of an asset or you'd not be here." Jonathan pointed out as he got to his feet and shoved all the papers back into the file. "Come with me, Mr Nygma. Let's have a game, shall we? Expand our minds. I'll play too or it's not fun."

Not that exposing himself to any of these chemicals did much any more. These things couldn't do anything compared to what his father had done. Mostly they just made him dizzy. "I'm just down the hall. Let's see what we can learn."