Authors note*

Am I aware that I already have two stories that I haven't finished? Yes, am I still starting another? Also yes. I can't help myself, I fell out of love with the other two and this has been consuming all my writing time which hasn't been very much as of late. But I'll be updating this one as often as I can, already well on my way to finishing it.

I know Crane isn't as popular as other Batman villains but what can I say? I'm a sucker for Cillian Murphy's baby blues and after reading another fic where he was the main, I actually really liked the idea. So here you go, a Dr Crane fic.

If you're not wild on the idea on him but like my other fic's then I would recommend giving this a go? You might enjoy it? Maybe not? Let me know in those reviews if you would be so kind.

And I know the description is vague but i couldn't wait to stick the first chapter up. I'll probably change it but hey, I waffled on enough, onward with the Fic!

I was making my way to my most feared patients room. Which would, no doubt, make him happy to hear. Seeing as he released his treasured fear toxin all over the city of Gotham mere months ago now. All of the other nurses were too scared to go near him, but I had no such worries.

Most of my patients were 'troubled' in more ways than one. I was usually assigned the dangerous/ unpredictable patients, because I could handle them. My bosses once joked I should be a hostage negotiator because I could usually get the most feared and stubborn patients to take their medications with a smile and a thank you.

But Jonathan Crane… he was proving difficult to crack. But if any of my patients thought they were stubborn, they haven't seen anything yet. I don't give up.

"Hello Jonathan." I smiled as I pushed open his door. He was sitting on the bed, not even lifting his eyes as I walked into the room as usual. "I have your medication."
He held out a hand to take the array of pills from me, without even a seconds glance in my direction or a word.

I carried on regardless, my smiley disposition not shifting an inch as I emptied the small cup into his outstretched palm. My eyes went to what he was so focused on.
"Are you playing chess?" I asked. He had made a board out of paper and I recognised the set up as a makeshift chess board. Wordlessly he swallowed his pills and continued to ignore me. But I was used to this silent treatment from him, he wasn't very polite before the incident either, when he was a Dr and I was a lowly intern.

"You know, if you went into the day room once in a while, they have real chess boards. And real people to play against, even chess pieces not broken crayons." I picked up the 'king' piece and shook my head. He shot a glare in my direction then, mad for touching his pretend game.

I put it down with a sigh. "Would it kill you to try?" I asked. His eyes slid back down to his game, once again ignoring my existence.
"Pawn to E4." I spoke up just as Crane's hand stilled when he was about to move a piece. I smirked when he glanced up at me, a scowl on his face.

When he didn't move to push the piece forward I did it myself.
"Your move Crane." I walked out of the room, hoping my challenge might force Jonathan to come out of his shell, even just to beat me at a game. It would be an improvement.

Little did I know, I was starting a game with him that neither of us would ever win.