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[notmydiagnosis]

The bat-man.

The very name made Johnathan Crane twitch, even though he wasn't even in Gotham. The roads were dusty, dingy. Difficult. But he'd personally requested to assess the Slayers, and Castle, upon hearing he was one of the brightest minds in Arkham, readily agreed.

'So long as none of my beauties go missing, huh?'

And of course, Crane had promised. Crane was a man of his word. None of them would go missing, because Crane had no intention. He had his eye on one Slayer and one Slayer only.

It was long and arduous and by the time he arrived at the prison compound he could already feel the headache spreading from his temples all the way to the bridge of his nose. The other interviews didn't help, either--clinically diagnosing those he already knew to be insane.

But, finally, the room was empty and Crane was left with just his paperwork and his headache.

"Dr. Crane?"

He looked up, brows raised.

"Kable is outside."

"Good. Send him in."

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[slayer_not_player]

Tillman was a model prisoner and had been for his entire stay. He only fought when provoked and he listened to instructions issued by the guards without ever hassling them. Despite this, they cuffed his hands behind his back before sending him in to the interrogation room. The table and chairs were bolted to the floor, but prisoners tended to be a resourceful lot when it came to violence and he was no exception.

Tillman crossed the room in his drab gray jumpsuit and took the seat across from Dr. Crane without being invited. He adjusted his position so that he could watch the doctor and see the door in his peripherals. His expression was detached, cold, impassive. The entire set-up, sitting across from another human being in a boxed in room with an unknown number of eyes watching, it made his skin crawl. He was almost grateful for the handcuffs. They severely reduced the chance of Castle forcing him to murder the man that sat before him to reset his sentence or something similar.