Introduction
"What do you see?" The masked doctor whispers while slowly proceeding to incinerate the fear toxin into one of the cold sweated patient's wrists, coming closer with a wide-eyed grin.
"I…I see spiders…they're crawling…everywhere…" The patient squeals chokingly from witnessing his biggest fears, witnessing the unknown fill the depths of his misguided soul.
The patient's eyes become wider and bloodshot; his arms struggle to pull loose from the restrains of the icy cold metal bed. The felon patient lies there reluctant, at the bottom of nowhere, at an abounded warehouse which Crane uses as his laboratory, where he experiments on his enemies or patients from Arkham Asylum.
Dr. Jonathan Crane smirks with enjoyment from his modest success, from the latest project's success. Lately he has been completely devoted to his work; to his fear toxins and gases. His hard work and quick progress turned out worthwhile, yet on the other hand his personal life is beginning to sink into his process of work at Arkham. From time to time he finds himself battling his nightmares of horrid childhood memories.
These dreams become worse and vivid from day-to-day, aiming to captivate him wholly.
Although he mastered the sources of fear he still has a long way until he will truly restrain his thoughts and mind. He slowly disintegrates, and drifts into his past memories.
"Pull me closer!" She shrieks with joy, compressing her soft, beefy lips with Crane's, making him recede and then forcing him to come back into her arms. Her silky long ginger hair lusters in the dim limelight of the elevator. Crane's penetrating cold blue eyes race from side to side as sliding his fingers to the bottom of her checkered black and red skirt.
"Don't stop…" The twenty year old woman demands as she lets out a high-pitched moan.
He lets out a slight moan too yet much more restrained and understandable, the young woman embraces her legs around him while the elevator slowly rides to the top floor of Gotham University. They flail from side to side, overlooking the pain that such a frolic rendezvous like this requires.
At this point they come closer to the last floor, breathing heavily, wishing that no one will catch them by surprise. Crane knows Gotham University like the back of his hand, he is proficient with the place and knows what he can do and what he cannot. Crane knows there aren't recording cameras in the elevators, only in the classes and corridors. In the elevator you can do whatever you wish for without it being documented.
No one knows his true identity or his intentions and so it shall stay, he can't afford to endanger his well obtained place in Gotham.
After the young woman fell for his tricks he warned her that if she will say anything or even mention his name in the frame of intercourse or romance he will take care of her personally, for his surprise nothing alarmed her too much. She was just urgent to get into his pants, nothing more he guessed.
The student had the thing for him for about a couple of months, only now when they met near the elevator, alone and without no one to judge them, the heat grew and with it their sexual appetite. Regularly Crane would never do such a thing, especially with a first year student of his, but something about her caught his attention; that she seemed to fear nothing.
"What do you fear of…?" Crane asks breathlessly, staring into her deep green eyes.
"Nothing…" she answers "why?" her tone becomes weary.
The Doctor grabs a firm hold on her thighs and tenderly kisses her neck, they are coming closer to the last floor while they finish quickly as he does her his way, like always, demanding and regained. She shrieks one last breathless moan into the conditioned elevator.
They tidy themselves, making it look like nothing happened on the surface.
The two stand there for a couple of more minutes and finally Crane hears a descent answer from the bubble-headed year one student.
"I am afraid of being unloved, of loving someone who doesn't love me back, but I never felt that way you know, every single man I had, loved me unconditionally…"
Crane grins at the view of the opening elevator.
"We can fix that quickly enough…" he whispers into her ear and exits the elevator.
She runs after him and grabs a hold on his arm, making him turn around in exhaustion.
"What the hell do you mean by that, ah, crane?"
"Nothing…nothing at all…" he giggles and walks further to his office, trying to get rid of her, being amused by the fact that he doesn't even know her name.
"Call me!" she yells from beyond while he marches further on, clapping his black pointy shoes on the marbled floor, his glasses slide down from the top of his nose bridge.
"Sure…" He smirks, walking further away into the darkness of his office, adjusting his eyeglasses, feeling satisfied by making another fear come true.