Chapter Eleven
Conversation Piece
Crane made my rounds as usual. Checking on the many inmates who had become his patients over the past months. They were nothing now. After seeing him, they became nothing except screaming zombies. They behaved better than when they first came in. The other doctors don't know Crane's true intentions, of make Arkham a fear factory and everyone will know what a true visionary he was. As Crane make my way back towards hid office, he decide to make a detour down to the second level. He knew Dr. Leland was working with the Joker and his little redhead pet but what could it hurt to check in on them, right? Crane acted casusal as he took his key card and opened the security door. The security guards don't question him but they still think he belonged behind bars. He pretend to be looking through his clipboard as he approached the second cell on the right. Ace was leaning against the wall, arms crossed arcross her chest. She was wearing a slight pout on her face. Her eyes were staring downwards at the floor. She had taken off her jacket, which had been thrown onto the bed, along with Joker's. Her body held a fasination towards any man's imagination and dreams. Crane walked over and just held his clipboard at his side. She looked up, her make up was more smeared than the day before. Patches of light skin were seen through the cracks of her white make up. Her eyes were dark, like the sky when there is no moon.
"How are you doing?" He asked in a "compassionate doctor" voice.
"Go away", Ace muttered.
"I want to help you", Crane replied.
Ace turned to him like she was ready to pounce. Her fists were shaking and there was something hidden behind her eyes. Crane could tell she was fighting the urge to cry and the urge to stay in control. Without the make-up, without the Joker, she could easily be ripped apart by his psychological methods but maybe he could still do that. Rip her mind apart. Find her weakness and feed on it. Crane took out his key card and opened her cell. She didn't strike, like he knew she would. She was scared. And he liked it. Crane could feel her fear seep off of her.
"I just want to help you", He replied again, this time in soft voice.
He saw her eyes flicker. He wanted to smirk. Wanted to laugh bitterly. She trusted him and he knew he could use this to his advantage.
I had been minding my own buisness. Waiting for Joker to return from Dr. Leland's session. She had wanted to see us seperately. I was feeling anything but talkative. I wanted Joker to come back. The place gave me the creeps. That's when Dr. Crane appeared in front of my cell. He gave me the creeps too. He stared at me. He then started to talk to me, I told him to go away but he didn't. He opened the door of my cell with his key card. He said he wanted to help me. That's what Bruce had implied before sending me here. I followed Dr. Crane up to the first level and then to his office. The doctor was tall and lanky, his clothes almost seemed baggy on him. I walked behind him so he wouldn't look at me. Not that I cared greatly of being stared at but Crane seemed a bit out of place to me. I wish I was back in my cell waiting for Mr. J, instead I was being led to a private office by a complete creep. Crane's office was darkened, the only light was a dimed lamp light on his desk. There was a couch and chair just opposite his desk. Crane set his clipboard down on his desk and sat in the chair. I sat on the couch, keeping my hands folded in my lap.
"So, why don't you tell me about yourself", Crane replied.
"You're not on a need to know basis", Ace responded.
"Ms. Knightly, think of me as your friend", Crane exclaimed nodding.
"Don't call me that", Ace muttered darkly.
"What does he call you? His little lady? or would the queen of hearts be more appropriate?" Cran asked.
"He calls me Ace", Ace said darkly.
"I think he calls you by your real name. What is your real name?" Crane asked.
"Since you've obvisously read my file, you already know it", Ace pointed out.
Crane sat forward slightly, his eyes boring into hers. But she was fighting it. She had built a fortress around herself. The Joker had obviously weakened her defenses but she had built them back up. To protect herself. He would break it in due time. He had to try another approach. He was a mind person. He'd beable to break her with little or no method.
"What would you like to talk about?" Crane asked.
"I'm not in the mood to talk", Ace exclaimed.
"Talking helps the mind", Crane replied.
Ace stared down and studied her feet. And then her hands.
"Well...I did something two years ago I'm not really proud of", Ace muttered in a low whisper.
"Now we're getting somewhere", Crane replied leaning back in his seat.
Author's Note: Mwahaha ! Crane is going to torture poor Ace but don't worry, Crane gets his butt kicked by Mr. J ! I'm sorry there wasn't much in this chapter. I just wanted to get underway with Crane's and Ace's converstation. I'll update when I possibly can. R & R!