Author's Note: First Batman Begins fan fiction! I cannot wait to start this series.
"Y-your going to get me d-doctor," the old man laughed hoarsely, "I can already see the knife in your hand- your just like the rest of these freaks in here-wanting my fortune!" The man aggravated, began to struggle against his restraints as if to emphasize his point.
"Patient 10245 continues to suffer from grandiose as well as persecutory delusions. It is believed to stem from possible Alzheimer or other dementia related disorders. Continued psychotherapy along with pimozide." the doctor stated dryly into a tape recorder, watching his dull patient flush red with anger.
"Hey! I am NOT the crazy one here! You want to kill me! I can see it in your eyes! LET ME OUT!" the old man screeched spraying the apathetic doctor in the face.
Removing his glasses, the doctor began to meticulously wipe the spittle off his face with an embroidered handkerchief. "I believe we are done today Mr. Wilson."
"Like hell we're done your going to kill me I know it! I know it!" the man screeched, his yellow teeth gleaming menacingly against his pale face.
Walking out of the cell the doctor sighed, "Sedate him."
You have to admit Johnny boy he's right. I AM going to kill him. A raspy voice chuckled inside the doctor's head.
Not now, not until the new serum is completed. The doctor seethed his knuckles turning white.
The hobo probably put the AIDS virus on your face and we're not going to kill him? You're so BORING! The voice whined causing the doctor to slam his fists on the desk.
"You are not going to complain to me. I am in control now." the doctor muttered menacingly his ice blue eyes turning darker in response to his infuriating companion.
Sinking into his office chair, he began to observe his schedule as an act of annoyance to his alter.
You have such a stick up your-
There was a rap on the door.
"Professor Crane?" a woman's voice inquired.
Adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses Dr. Crane opened the door to reveal his rather plain secretary.
"Ah yes Ms. Clein what is it?" he demanded shortly quickly brushing his brown hair with his hand irritated.
I really do not need this right now.
Clein blushed and stammered, "I-I just came to type in your report on Mr. Wilson sir…"
Mmmmm…. Look at that fear….
Crane stared at the woman in amusement. Her stringy, brown locks were smashed onto her pig-like face. Her glasses were slightly askew and she clenched her hands in anticipation of something. Interesting…
Sweating like the pig she is…
Crane smiled and gently fixed the thick-rimmed glasses on the woman's blushing face.
"Your glasses are crooked you must have had a stressful day."
Her small hazel eyes squinted in surprise at her boss's kindness. "Yes I'm sorry Dr. Crane if there…"
He quickly stuck a finger to her lips to silence her, "Call me Jonathan."
"Oh-" she was turning red and flustered at his touch, his penetrating gaze…
He gestured toward his office, "Come in I would like to show you something."
Here piggy, piggy time to meet the Big Bad Wolf….
Author's Note: Looks like someone needs a new secretary….
I don't have time for this madness…
We're all mad here! :D
