[Strange ignores Oswald's threats, his face a horrible mask of stoic, unbothered, composure. But he leans in ever so slightly to make eye contact with Oswald over the rim of his glasses, his dark eyes glinting with secrets and when he speaks it is only to Oswald's first response.]
Oh don't worry, Mister Cobblepot. You've never experienced anything like this before....
[For the first few days it would seem that this is a lie, things seem rather similar to both their previous times in Arkham although wherever this facility is it is certainly more damp than Arkham ever was. In fact the more time they spend here the more certain Ed becomes that they are actually deep under the city, perhaps even connected to the same underground tunnels Grundy hide in for a while. This means that this facility is much more off radar than any of Strange's other ventures and that makes Ed worry, because not only is there less of a chance of rescue but it also means Strange has more freedom to do whatever it is he wants.
What he wants, it would seem, is to painstakingly catalogue their vitals. It starts on their second day, being dragged from their cells and brought down the hall to a grimy room where they are stripped fully down, weighed, measured, and examined. After that, blood is drawn, fluids are collected and they are sent back to their cells.
It's like that every day until day seven, when something different happens.
This time after the daily tests are done Ed is forced into a chair, the cold metal stinging his bare ass and making his testicles shrink up painfully as his arms are tied down and his head strapped against the back of the chair. It hurts but the worst part is the shame he feels at being so naked. So vulnerable.
Strange enters the room and after glancing at some papers on a clipboard he selects a few vials from a mini fridge on the other side of the room.]
What are those?!
[Ed demands even though he won't get an answer and when Strange approaches him with a syringe filled with a mix of those vials Ed begins to thrash in his chair, well as much as he can.]
What's in there?! WHAT IS IT?? TELL ME!
Now now, Mr. Nygma. Calm yourself. It's just a little...boost.
I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU FOR-
[One of the guards grabs his head and pushes it hard against the back of the chair, exposing his neck and Ed screams as Strange jams the needle in. It hurts, not just the sting of the needle pushing in and breaking the skin but whatever horrible substance was in there feels like ice flooding his veins and Ed finds he can no longer make threats, he can only scream as his whole body freezes.
Eventually, and thankfully, he passes out from the pain.]
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Oh don't worry, Mister Cobblepot. You've never experienced anything like this before....
[For the first few days it would seem that this is a lie, things seem rather similar to both their previous times in Arkham although wherever this facility is it is certainly more damp than Arkham ever was. In fact the more time they spend here the more certain Ed becomes that they are actually deep under the city, perhaps even connected to the same underground tunnels Grundy hide in for a while. This means that this facility is much more off radar than any of Strange's other ventures and that makes Ed worry, because not only is there less of a chance of rescue but it also means Strange has more freedom to do whatever it is he wants.
What he wants, it would seem, is to painstakingly catalogue their vitals. It starts on their second day, being dragged from their cells and brought down the hall to a grimy room where they are stripped fully down, weighed, measured, and examined. After that, blood is drawn, fluids are collected and they are sent back to their cells.
It's like that every day until day seven, when something different happens.
This time after the daily tests are done Ed is forced into a chair, the cold metal stinging his bare ass and making his testicles shrink up painfully as his arms are tied down and his head strapped against the back of the chair. It hurts but the worst part is the shame he feels at being so naked.
So vulnerable.
Strange enters the room and after glancing at some papers on a clipboard he selects a few vials from a mini fridge on the other side of the room.]
What are those?!
[Ed demands even though he won't get an answer and when Strange approaches him with a syringe filled with a mix of those vials Ed begins to thrash in his chair, well as much as he can.]
What's in there?! WHAT IS IT?? TELL ME!
Now now, Mr. Nygma. Calm yourself. It's just a little...boost.
I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU FOR-
[One of the guards grabs his head and pushes it hard against the back of the chair, exposing his neck and Ed screams as Strange jams the needle in. It hurts, not just the sting of the needle pushing in and breaking the skin but whatever horrible substance was in there feels like ice flooding his veins and Ed finds he can no longer make threats, he can only scream as his whole body freezes.
Eventually, and thankfully, he passes out from the pain.]