Oak sat in his cell waiting for his interview.
The door opened and sat in the chair opposite Oak, he readjusted his glasses as usual and looked up at his son with a small smile curving his lips.
"How are you this morning Oak?"
"I'm fine dad- What's wrong with you?"
"nothing-"
"you're lying dad-"
"I said there is nothing wrong with me! I'm sorry Oak I didn't mean to lose my temper with you."
Oak put his hand on Crane's who withdrew it quickly
"You're shaking dad."
Crane looked at his son and sighed; he stood and slipped a bag under his son's bed then kissed his head and left quickly.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Crane opened his briefcase up in his office, his heart beat increased rapidly as he put toxin needles into the holders under the mask that seemed to stare at him with empty frozen eyes. He shut the lid and locked it quickly, signing himself out and hurrying off to his car.
He sat waiting leisurely in a park in Gotham; waiting patiently for his victim's to arrive.
As soon as the clock struck 7pm Crane donned his mask and put the bombs into his pockets. Waiting in the bushes for his first victims.
An Arkham guard locally known as David Kooks walked down the dirt path, Crane felt adrenalin and anger fill his body before pouncing and spraying him with the fear gas.
"well well, this is a sight for sore eyes- the guard who scares the inmates of Arkham- tell me; what do you fear?"
David looked up at him and screamed in terror as he slapped his own limbs, screaming out that the fire was getting worse.
Crane laughed hard behind the mask and took it off after the gas faded
"Do you recognise me?"
"CRANE! Help me- Help me!"
"WHY SHOULD I? You never helped me- I thought you were my friend but you were just planning the whole thing, did it feel good to hurt me?" he grabbed David by his hair and shouted abuse at him.
He stopped when he saw the bat signal light up in the sky.
He dropped the guard to the floor and hurried off, racing in his car back to Arkham. Crane opened the back doors to the boiler rooms under the asylum, he hid his briefcase and mask under the stairs and shouted at the patients used as workers.
"Hurry up you fools! No- the powder goes in first then turn to full heat- HURRY UP!"
The whole room went silent as a shadow appeared against the wall of the boiler room.
"What are you doing here bats?" he said anxiously as he looked around the room, he froze as he felt his presence behind him.
"Good evening Dr. Crane."
As he turned he was met with a face full of white smoke, he choked and hung his head as he tried desperately to hide from the toxin's properties.
He felt himself being lifted from the ground by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the wall, "Now you know how it feels Jonathan!"
Crane froze as he stood face to face with his old school bullies.