Crane laughed, but the smile didn't reach his mouth--his stance shifted, very, very slightly. Anyone with training would pick it up instantly--little shifts and the brief head tilt, before his speech becomes clipped, serious, mouth pressing into a light, grim line.

Yes, Kable could cut him into pieces. But not here. Not when Crane was capable of harnessing the other's very psyche, rendering him useless. Alone. No one would believe him. Not in Arkham.

"You keep thinking I'm against you. I'm with you. It just so happens I need your help and from what I've watched on Slayers, you're the only one that can do it. How much have you heard of Gotham, Mr. Tillman?"