I do not own Doctor Who or Justice League. Just making sure you all got that!

(Word of warning, it's an experiment, just take it as it goes… there IS a reason why, trust me.)

Previously, in Justice-Wimey...

"I've got his scent", he confirmed. "Dinner-time."

"... wait, did you hear that?"

Crack.

"Doctor, what's going-" Aparecida's question was interrupted, as the floor just gave in and they all fell down into the darkness beneath them.

Crack.

"Ouch."

The Doctor righted himself, still feeling dizzy from the fall into complete darkness.

"Doctor?", asked the Head Nurse, from somewhere not too far from him, he supposed. "Is everyone okay?"

"That is a trick question in an Asylum. Here, let me help", he replied, and after a series of small noises, loud and short burst of buzzing, a bright source of light came from the tip of his sonic screwdriver, though there was still a faint mechanical humming in the air.

The beam of light shone over the african american nurse, who was already assessing the conditions of Jervis Tetch, the inmate who was nearest her at the time of their fall.

"Pam? Jonathan?", the Doctor asked, worried.

A female grunt came from the opposite direction, and the beam went shortly away from the working nurse to reveal Pamela Isley, as ruffled up and dirty as the rest of them.

"Still alive", was her short reply. "Unfortunately, so does Crane appear to be."

"Wait, I've got it!" The Doctor exclaimed, and with another buzz of his shrieking device, more lights came from above them, revealing a big gap between the large space they ended up and the Safe Haven Room where they previously hid.

"What do you mean about Crane?", asked Aparecida, her task with the Mad Hatter over.

"Seems like he had a bumpy ride coming down", the red-haired patient explained.

And indeed, as the Doctor got closer, it could clearly be seen how Professor Jonathan Crane, now sporting a nasty gash on his right temple, laid unconscious but still breathing.

The Head Nurse quickly started working, Tetch following behind, still looking dizzy, muttering 'down, down, down, would the fall never come to an end?' and looking for a place to sit down.

"How does a hole suddenly appears beneath the safe haven room?", asked an annoyed Pamela Isley.

"This might have been beneath the Safe Room prior to its construction, the stonewalls certainly look to have been made over a century ago, if the smell is right", the alien pondered.

Aparecida herself was not an expert, but even she knew a bit of the history of the place she worked in. "The foundations of the Arkham Manor had many cellars that had to be closed off when most of the catacombs were turned into the sewage and draining support system for the Asylum in the thirties, so maybe this is part of the old structure."

The Doctor himself was rubbing a piece of rubble between his fingers. "But for the soil and the ground to lose cohesion to this extent, space is losing structural integrity faster than I expected…"

"ENOUGH!", Pamela yelled, grabbing the Doctor by the front of his shirt, the light source he held on now flopping its beam to every other direction.

"We ask you for explanations, you say 'later', you say you will tell us the truth, then you spin around a story with the Justice League! This", she pointed by the hole above them, "has nothing to do with Cearians or the Justice League or any other story you kept making up the whole week! You want my help, 'Doctor'? Then tell us the truth! What's! Going! On!"

The Doctor was quiet, looking straight to the woman's green eyes.

"A way out of here."

"What-"

"Over there", the Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver's beam of light towards a corner that, now that they could actually see it clearly, presented a crack on a wall that looked much less older than the others..

"... must be getting somewhere near the centre of the Earth", Jervis giggled.

Pamela turned back to him, but The Doctor was already in motion. "Right. Something big is going on, I got an information, more of a Spoiler, one of those that really can sour your day, if you ask me."

"What sort of info?", asked the red haired.

The Doctor took a breath, not bothering to look back at his newfound companions. " An explosion, here, at the Arkham Asylum. Today."

The nurse stopped moving, but just for a fraction of a moment, then returned to her duty. "How?", she only asked.

"No idea. I'm working backwards here, I know the ending of the story, I know precisely when, what I need is to solve all the other 'w' words, who, where,why, what, how - that is also a 'w' word, just backward, as this whole mess is."

"Won't be terrorists, that's for sure."

The Doctor actually turned to the patient. "Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Because if you want terror, you would much better bomb the Financial District, or Gotham Central Hospital, or the Botanical Garden Society Headquarters."

Everybody stopped at that and stared at her.

"Long story. What I mean is…"

"I know what you mean. You blow up an asylum full of mentally ill patients, full of famous criminals, you don't cause terror, especially in this city. But there's a catch. You said bomb."

" And that's what you-"

"An explosion", concluded Jervis. "Explosion, not bomb. A reaction with no action. Tea, no cup. Curiouser and curiouser…"

"So, what, an accident?", Pamela asked. "And how do you know it's not going to be a bomb?"

The Doctor rose a finger, but then lowered. "It's complicated."

"Uncomplicate it, then."

"Oh, Ivy, easy now, what is life without a few mysteries?" asked the smaller patient.

"I'm a scientist, Tetch. I live for mysteries, I am a mystery myself. What he is doing, though", she pointed at the Doctor, "is obscurantism. The Doctor is being deliberately vague, giving us nothing but asking us for our help. Why, 'Smith'?"

The Doctor scratched his head, messing up even more his hair then before, looking slightly frustrated, but at the same time slightly thrilled. "Pamela Isley, you are an amazing woman, but life has made you too untrusting."

"Trusting people got me killed, Doctor. My skin was not green hued from birth, I had blood in my veins before evolving to chlorophyll. My life got screwed irreversibly by a man who treated me more as a guinea pig than as a student, or a lover", she said, venomously. "I'm the Queen of May, the Green Woman, and I have had enough of men manipulating me. You asked for each of us to come with you two, and we indulged your request because you were almost a friend, certainly an intellectual peer."

Pamela crossed her arms and stood taller. "You need us? Then start telling the truth. Now."

The Doctor sighed, seeing how he had, once more, treated others more as tools than as friends. 'The more you think you outgrew some bad habits, the worse they return', he reckoned.

"Well. Well, well-well. I give", he began. "The truth is-"

"Found you."

The guttural sound came from the exit the Doctor had found, as a couple of large bestial hands started peeling the bricks aside, an act made absurdly too easy for such heavy brickwork.

Something almost as big as the new opening emerged from the darkness, a scaly brute of a giant, the dreaded form of Waylon Jones, the Killer Croc.

Gurgling noises filled the air, as the man-reptile hybrid smiled, patting his belly. "And right on time for lunch! I worked quite an appetite, to be honest."

To be continued... soon... I hope.

Author's notes!

I'm ashamed that I've kept this so belated, but truth is, real life got me good here in the US of A.

But now, maybe, I can return to how things should be.

I'm planning on posting the rejected ideas - much crazier than what's going on - that I had at the start, if readers are interested in this sort of stuff.

What do you think?

See you next time, still loyal reader!