Note: Ah! Well, I have finally gone beyond my original story and am updating. I wanted to use this as an introductory chapter. There is not too much that takes place, but it involves much more of Dr. Crane & who he really is, which is what I want to start striving for. Though of course bringing in Corrine fairly often, though probably more in Crane's thought rather than in presence. But I hope you enjoy, and I will be adding the next chapter shortly!
Crane remained with Corrine the rest of the day. Spending their time comfortably within the protection of the walls of her apartment providing extrication from the presence of others. Sharing idle conversations over plates of light fruits and breads, and laughing quietly throughout the day in unity with each other and their emotions. Constantly within each others reach, transfer gentle touches with light fingers and frequent ardent embraces.
In this time, Jonathan found himself ignoring the lingering thought, that he didn't thoroughly understand the notion why he had such an amorous enticement to Corrine, despite the physical appeal he found in her quiet face, and light body. True she looked at him, and saw a man who lived and breathed as she did. But the was hardly a reason for certain areas of his psyche to so openly accept her, and acknowledge her with a sentiment he had never truly known after his early youth. However, disregarding this idea that would soon rest upon his shoulders, he marveled in her presence. Perhaps not like a normal lover, thoughtlessly in love, but sincerely devoted and caring. Entwined within her actions and emotional expressions. Coveting her, if only for her to be near him, smiling as purely as she had been all day since that morning.
Sitting in one of the white armchairs in front of the window with her back resting against him, they watched the darkening shapes of the city, layered with shadow, and constant movement. They had sat in comfortable silence for a period of time, and her nonchalant question was a sudden break to the quietness.
"When do you have to leave?" Crane breathed in quietly, considering the question then smiled lightly and shifted his weight slightly,
"Soon…"
"Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Yes," He paused for a moment, considering the next day. "I can be here tomorrow afternoon."
Corrine looked back at him quietly, the muscles and tendons in her neck lifting away delicately and she turned her head. "I will be here." Closing her eyes a rested her face on his shoulder as Crane absentmindedly began to rub her arm in short movements with his thumb. He let her lay like this for awhile. Remaining still and easing his breathing to match hers as she lay in thought, her brown eyes open, yet unfocused.
After perhaps ten minutes Crane began to rouse, and a soft smile came to her lips.
"Alright."
Smiling in return, he waited until she rose, now wearing a white robe and her hair tied back into a careless knot. He stood as she stepped forward and began to stretch, which he watched quietly, with the same depth he had as he watched her in the kitchen this morning. Reach forward he slipped his fingers around her shoulders and she turned in reaction. Stepping forward he met her in a light embrace, and kissed her softly. Yet it was a quick kiss, and her face slipped to the angle of his neck after but a moment. Smiling and breathing quietly, she remained there for a minute, then stepped back and slid onto the couch. Crane turned quietly and walked into the bedroom to don his business clothes. Returning to the main room he watched her as she lay on the couch with her eyes closed. Laying a kiss in her hair he collected his case and stepped out of the door and down the dim hallway.
Exiting the building he glanced at his watch in the last hour of warmth and daylight. I was five-forty-two. Though, It meant little to him; he had developed a schedule that evolved around his comfort the past few years, enabling him to discard worry of dates and times of appointments.
Pausing his stride to signal a cab, he glanced over his shoulder at the crowds of Gotham, and the stone apartment he had come from within. As the cab pulled up he caught the gaze of the driver, a middle aged Italian guy, sitting lazily in his seat, one beefy hand gripping the wheel, and the other resting on the arm rest by his side. Crane however made no notion of conversation, and broke his gaze with the driver who was beginning to express a defensive posture at Crane's severe nonverbal notice. Opening the door he lowered himself into the cab while casually requesting Arkham.
The cab pulled away before his door was closed, though Crane now retook his stare at the driver. A certain curiosity dwelling upon the man sitting against the pleather seat clinging to the damp and worn collared shirt, his back and neck perspiring heavily and his eye twitching in an involuntary way. However, Crane turned away and redirected his gaze to the contents of his case which he opened quickly with brief unbuckling sounds. The contents were not unusual, descriptive booklets, files, paper and pens. It was his usual case, the others he required only on certain outings. He directed his gaze to flipping through a file containing the court procedure of one of Falcone's men. A petty drug dealer with little influence but containing information and certain skills that could not be wasted in jail, whether or not the drug bust was due to his own ignorance.
Every so often though, Crane would allow his gaze flicker to the rearview mirror to find the driver's eyes moist with his own sweat locked on him, studying tentatively, as if the man felt a particular reason to feel curiously cautious around this specific passenger. This indeed humored Crane very much, although he did not express his amusement openly.
As the cab neared the street which would wind to the entrance of Arkham, Crane drew a small black plastic box from within his case and placed in into his lap after closing his larger case and setting it at his feet. Leaning forward abruptly, causing the driver to flinch, he placed his right arm on the back of the passenger seat.
"Mm, would you mind passing the main entrance and taking the next left into the parking garage? I'm afraid I must attend to the security in it before entering the actual building. I apologize and will tip if for inconvenience." The driver nodded curiously and passed the Asylum gates, turning instead at a dirt road taking it to the far right corner of the building where the parking garage was located. He nervously noted that there were no guards at the entrance post, but with Crane's nod he drove past it and in the direction Crane requested.
Crane stepped out of the car quickly when it parked next to the small security office, opening the small box as he did so and extracting one of its contents. The driver stared straight ahead, concentrating on exiting the building as quickly as possible so he did not see this. However, he glanced back after a moment once Crane had stepped out and noticed Crane's briefcase was still on the back set floor.
"Hey Mister. Y…" But he was interrupted by Crane who had walked around the car and was now bent over in his face, his eyes amused.
"Yes?" His voice was imploring, but equally amused as his stare.
"You left your box."
"Oh?" His voice remained amused and questioning, however he straightened for an instant, as if to open the back door and reach for it. But he swiftly bent back down and reached for the man's left arm still draped over the steering wheel. He pulled it to him and skillfully injected a small amount of pale liquid into the most visible vein before the man could retaliate. The proficientness and speed in which Crane had acted had stunned the already anxious man, and it would be a few seconds before he would have reacted at all. However, in those few seconds his body tightened and contracted, and he began to loose focus as he swiftly drifted into unconsciousness.
Crane replaced the empty syringe into the box with its filled twin, and made his way to the elevator where an arm chair rested. Unfolding it, he wheeled it to the cab, and slid the man into it with a peculiar amount of ease considering his physical condition which would not have illustrated much strength. Pushing the chair a few feet away he took the keys from the igniter and reached around to the back to grab his case, which he placed in the object compartment in the back of the chair. Closing the door behind him, while pocketing the keys, he wheeled the Italian to the elevator, and pressed the up button.
Entering the elevator, he requested level 2 basement, where the underground cells were, of which Arkham's employees had access to. Exiting the elevator when it had landed, he wheeled the man down the aisle and took a right turn where he stopped at the first cell on the right. Moving forward from behind the wheelchair he pushed his security card into the door and a key slot opened where he slid one of seven differently shaped iron keys on a ring that he extracted from his case, into. The door opened, and he returned to the back of the wheel chair and directed it in. He took the man into a corner of the rather large white washed cell room. Furnished with an iron bunk, chair, sink and toilet. There however was no security camera within this room, for it was a room Crane used for his own purposes, and one only he had access to. Setting his case on the bunk, he looked through a file that did not concern the Asylum, but rather a certain coded object or thing referred to as testing B-14. After lifting the first to pages, he pushed his glasses up his nose, and replaced the file. Buckling the case, he exited the room, and locked the door before returning to the elevator and pressing button level 3 where his office was located.
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Crane: I took your advice for now; I can see why you think the rating could be T. However, things may became a little more sexual which will make me take it back to M. Yes, I hope to have an interesting result on Corrine, despite the fact this is a lil bit more about Dr. Crane. –licks-SpadesJade: -Showers in rainbow colored sprinkles- Oh you flatter me too much! I personally like my writing style, but I find that it is very different and have trouble with it at times, so your compliment is like being snogged by Dr. Crane himself. –coughs- not that I am particularly attracted to him of course. –shifty gaze- lol, no, thank you very much. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
MissRyss03: Thanks for the review. Yes, I very much understand why you would say it is hard to follow. I find that my writing is very sketchy and detached, not quite the liquid fluentness I would like, which sort of causes my story to be knobbly and well… hard to follow. Lol.