It was chilly. His fingers had numbed hours ago but he refused to quit working. Not till he was finished. He had put all he had into this batch. HIs blood, sweat, and tears. (Not that he cried) ((Although he did but very seldomly)) He wiped at the sweat glistening on his forehead and devilishly grinned at his concoction. 'This will bring brain splitting terror to anyone!' He thought to himself as he carefully poured the delicate liquid into his favorite syringes. Perfect. Now all he needed was a test subject. He thought back to all his most compliant patients and shivered as he decided who would be the guinea pig for this new toxin. 'His screams are practically orgasmic' He thought as he stiffled a manical giggle. Thomas Schiff is one of the best patients the good doctor couldhave. Thomas was Schizoprenic. Severly Schizophrenic to be exact. His screams and wails of innocent terror brought the doctor a pleasure that no one could describe. To put it simply, the doctor enjoyed his delirious patient. He picked up his syringes, the yellow luminous glow casting a shadow on his handsome face, and placed them in his suitcase along with his beloved mask. He had a skip in his step as he made his way to work. He couldnt wait.
The doctor licked his lips. Magnificent. He truly thought that this twitching man, humming and looking about the room frantically was magnificent. His fingers were aching in anticipation. 'Patience' he chided himself lightly as he stepped into the room. "Hello Mr. Schiff." He looked up panicked and let out a soft scared noise. Crane shivered at the look of primal fear in the pale mans brown eyes. He licked his lips again. Schiff's eyes softened slightly and looked about the room before resting on Cranes tall figure. "D-D-Doctor." Crane smirked, getting a bit antsy, he pulled over a small plastic chair and sat, setting his suitcase over his lap. Schiff eyed the suitcase and his leg started bouncing nervously. The Arkham higher ups had decided recently that Schiff was deemed as not a threat and allowed to be free of restraints. Crane wasn't sure if he liked that or not, yet. The wise doctor looked to the door, making sure it was secure. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to smile from anticipation. He cautiously opened his suitcase. Schiffs cloudy eyes widened and Cranes lips twitched into a frown. The effects of the drugs being pumped into him dulled his sences and made him sleepy and confused. "It's more fun when it's pure fear" He tisked to himself. He would have to do something about the amount of drugs Schiff was on. He sighed. "This will have to do for now." He pulled out one of his favorite illuminated syringes. "It's time for your medicine Thomas." Crane flicked the needle and Schiff backed up tensing, foggily remembering the doctors treatments before. Jonathan smirked and roughly grabed ahold of Schiffs wrist, plunging the needle in and releasing the toxin into the hyperventilating mans bloodstream. He let out a chuckle as he removed the needle and placed it back into his suitcase. He watched as Schiff's eyes dilated and his face began to pale. He even started whimpering as the good doctor reached a hand out and caressed his patients face with a gingerness no one has ever seen. He slowly pulled his hand away and reached into his worn out suitcase a second time. This time pulling out his mask and grinning as he fit it onto his head. The doctor moved the shaking mans hair out of his face, his patient winced and turned away. He chuckled at that, his laugh being distorted by the voice modifier in his mask. Schiff started to cry and writhe around. Crane shivered and then growled out in a rumble of a voice. "Theres a reason your'e my favorite patient." Schiff howled and screamed and that was when the good doctor started to laugh.