Arkham Asylum was it's own entity--and Crane was very, very well liked there. More importantly, he was one of the top psychiatrists there. Which was saying something. He was finishing up a session with Harleen Quinzel, and he nodded at a guard, handing his ID over. He examined it, and in a matter of seconds the blue eyed doctor was ushered into the wing where Tillman was currently stuck in a cell.

He was silhouette then, darkened, but with a slight incline of his head his glasses reflected the light as he stared at the very awake, very disoriented Tillman.

"Stay outside. I'm going in."

"Doctor Crane--wouldn't a interview room be better?"

One look said it all, and the door swung open, Crane heading in to the cell with his new prize. Kable.

"I trust you're upset with me."