Crane flinched, yes--it was a brief, brief moment. A twitch of the left side of his face and he sat up a little straighter. That was the problem about emotion--one could hide it all they wanted to, but it would still be evident in the eyes. And fear was the easiest to detect.
What was Tillman's greatest fear? What made his hair raise, what made him scream? What turned him to a child-like state where he was no longer the top dog? The best? He was yearning to know--it was nagging at him. Digging into his brain, squirming around.
"I'm not working for Castle, Mr. Tillman." He placed his thumb and forefinger on this bridge of his nose, trying to smooth away a headache. "As I've stated, I work for Arkham Asylum in Gotham City."
And, finally, he moved--ignoring the imposing threat (though once upon a time he'd be more than startled, he'd be terrified, he'd be screaming at his tormentors not to do it again--and he grabbed the suitcase he'd brought with him, opening it.
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Date: 2012-01-30 07:25 am (UTC)What was Tillman's greatest fear? What made his hair raise, what made him scream? What turned him to a child-like state where he was no longer the top dog? The best? He was yearning to know--it was nagging at him. Digging into his brain, squirming around.
"I'm not working for Castle, Mr. Tillman." He placed his thumb and forefinger on this bridge of his nose, trying to smooth away a headache. "As I've stated, I work for Arkham Asylum in Gotham City."
And, finally, he moved--ignoring the imposing threat (though once upon a time he'd be more than startled, he'd be terrified, he'd be screaming at his tormentors not to do it again--and he grabbed the suitcase he'd brought with him, opening it.
"Would you like to see my mask?"