"I think you'll find it rather simple." Crane's gaze was sharp, though he moved into the dim lighting--he looked well rested, and while he no longer had his suit jacket on he was still wearing a sweatervest, a dress shirt and a tie, all dapper, inconspicuous. Everything Crane did was an attempt to blend in, to quietly fade into the background until he needed to appear.
"You're in Arkham Asylum, I was able to transfer you after my toxin worked. If I had warned you, your brain would have fought the drugs on a subconscious level, which means the guards and Castle wouldn't have released you into my care." His smile was thin and disingenuous, but he crossed his arms, regarding the other.
"Your wife and daughter are being relocated to Gotham as we speak. Once I know I can trust you, you'll be released with my personal recommendation of your mental status and a ticket out of here. No more game sessions required."
A beat.
"The thing is, Mr. Tillman, is that I have a job for you."
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Date: 2012-01-30 09:45 pm (UTC)"You're in Arkham Asylum, I was able to transfer you after my toxin worked. If I had warned you, your brain would have fought the drugs on a subconscious level, which means the guards and Castle wouldn't have released you into my care." His smile was thin and disingenuous, but he crossed his arms, regarding the other.
"Your wife and daughter are being relocated to Gotham as we speak. Once I know I can trust you, you'll be released with my personal recommendation of your mental status and a ticket out of here. No more game sessions required."
A beat.
"The thing is, Mr. Tillman, is that I have a job for you."