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[phobic]

"You're quite gone." It was said flatly. He didn't think Julian was faking--depriving him of his driving purpose was like hollowing a pumpkin and expecting it to stand up to force. It would be beyond useless to tell the Calendar Man nobody but him valued a sense of time to that level... that it was hardly secret, elite knowledge.

"I'll have to make something up myself."

He shrugged, dipped a hand into his coat, and came out with a small watch, stripped of its strap but brand new by the piece of plastic separating the notched tuner from the rest of the watch body--digital, so that it would glow in the darkness of Julian's cell.

When Jon wanted to, he could think the dimensions of a problem through with devastating attention to detail.

"Here. You'll have to be clever about keeping it from them."

[exceptfebruary]

A younger Julian, a Julian with a firmer grasp on the here and now would have instantly reached out and grabbed the watch. He stared at it instead, trying to remember - but of course, he had used technology. He'd always preferred paper, but such a thing would be so easy to hide, so easy to conceal.

"Thank you, it's just what I wanted."

He lifted his hand and hesitated for a second as if the watch were no more than a mirage. Then he reached for it, looking from Jon to the Watch and back again, half convinced they'd both disappear.

[phobic]

Jon opened his fingers as Julian took it, letting him have it without a tease, his gaze flickering. Angry, though not at the man in front of him, but the circumstances here. When had Gothamites been so thoroughly broken to the yoke? He'd heard whispers about the Riddler being used as government strongarm, and doubted very much he'd be anything but a free agent without some duress.

"If they find out I've helped you at all, there will be hell to pay."