81. Pen and Paper
Cenophobia- Fear of new things or ideas
Graphophobia- Fear of writing or handwriting
Jonathan Crane was now in his second session with his new psychiatrist and was still formulating as to how he could make her scream in fear while also going insane, without using an already used method. He had already tried taking over sessions through making the psych's question their reality twice, and both times it resulted in little screaming. The game was not fun if it did not result in a fearful and cowering psychiatrist. And not having cenophobia, Crane was definitely looking for something new to try out.
She spoke to him, her voice professional and detached, like he was just another patient she had to cure in order to move up the ladder. From what he had seen, she was not overly caring and intimate with her patient, the opposite of a certain Harleen Quinzel who had taken a bit to much liking to a patient. No, miss Young was quite a cold specimen, but had a slight interest in as 'promising' as him…now, how could he use that to his advantage?
As she probed him with some minor questions about how he was doing and how he felt, Crane's mind spun as he examined the room. Oh what you could tell from how one puts things in their room or office.
A diploma hanging on the wall, revealing her as a graduate of Gotham University. And by seeing her young age and knowing of her high position at Arkham, it would not be a daring assumption that she graduated with flying colors, likely high honors. Not unlike how he himself had been…
"Mr. Crane, are you still listening?"
Crane saved face as he snapped back to attention. Oh yes, now he knew how to go about this. He watched as Dr. Young scribbled something on her clipboard with her pen, the doctor without a doubt taking note of how he had stopped paying attention and likely coming to some sort of conclusion that he had social issues, possibly a fear of social activity. He had heard Young had a reputation for overanalyzing things. Crane, eyeing her pen, actually had a slight bit of graphophobia after seeing what the Joker would do with any writing utensil he could find…the Clown's magic tricks were sickening. It is one thing to cause someone to claw their eyes out in fear, it was another to see someone shove a pencil through a man's eye socket. No fear, nearly instant death. Just a former professor retching in fear a few feet away…his own fear was tasteful and beautiful, but his own bile was not.
"Yes, Dr. Young, I am still attentive."
Young nodded at her patient, "Alright then. I'll ask again then, how are you today?"
Crane gave a small smirk and looked her straight in the eye, "Fine actually. Very, very, fine, actually."
Crane was mentally thinking about the details of this new plan. If he didn't set the legwork now, it most likely would fail, so leaving the good doctor with an equally good impression these first sessions would be vital…
