Friends in strange places

[ha_in_havoc]

He was awake when Harvey left. He even watched some of it, when he felt he wouldn't be noticed. For as flamboyant as he is, he's good at not being noticed when he doesn't want to be. He waited until the fuss was over and the hall was quiet to move to the door and look over his 'present'. He sat on his knees on the floor, bent over like a man

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[goshdarnniteowl]

There was an extended argument over who would have to answer this particular call. Daniel had eventually gotten fed up and, in a fit of what most would call stupidity (and he wasn't really going to disagree with them), volunteered to take care of it himself.

So, here he is. In front of Patient I-44, Mr. "Name Unknown"'s cell. Pushing up his glasses and taking a deep breath and trying to pretend he isn't halfway convinced the Joker can kill him through the freaking glass.

He knocks, where the doorframes used to be. Old habits die hard. "Mr... Um. You, uh... you called for an orderly?"

[ha_in_havoc]

The nameless patient lifts himself up off his cot and comes to the glass. Right up against the glass. His eyes fix very intently on Dan, despite the widened pupils of a heavy drug regimen.

"I need a doctor." He grins, knowing how funny that is. He hopes Dan does. "I want to ~talk~ to a doctor about my ...ah...current treatment."

[goshdarnniteowl]

He takes a half step back. But that's all. (But it's a half step too much.) Swallows hard, and nods. "Do you have a -- a preference? For which one?"

[ha_in_havoc]

"Not anymore."
He chuckles, peering around Dan at Harley. She really blew it, losing her job. She was more useful then.
"Why don't you surprise me?"

He tilts his head at an uncomfortable looking angle to wipe drool away on his shirt. Soon he can get this cast off and get a normal straight jacket. Happy day.