Crane's mild amusement didn't show on his face--instead, he adjusted his glasses with one hand and glanced down at the file.
"John Tillman. First degree murder, but none of that is important at this very moment, is it?" Lips slightly pursed, blue eyes taking the other in, raking over him. Lingering ever-so-slightly at the contour of his shoulders, the arms. How someone like that was so very very futile and helpless in this particular situation.
That thought showed, registered with a quirk of his brow, shaking his head.
"I'm Dr. Johnathan Crane, head of Arkham Asylum's psychiatric ward in Gotham City. Do you know why I'm here?"
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Crane's mild amusement didn't show on his face--instead, he adjusted his glasses with one hand and glanced down at the file.
"John Tillman. First degree murder, but none of that is important at this very moment, is it?" Lips slightly pursed, blue eyes taking the other in, raking over him. Lingering ever-so-slightly at the contour of his shoulders, the arms. How someone like that was so very very futile and helpless in this particular situation.
That thought showed, registered with a quirk of his brow, shaking his head.
"I'm Dr. Johnathan Crane, head of Arkham Asylum's psychiatric ward in Gotham City. Do you know why I'm here?"