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Jonathon shut the door quietly as the man spoke with him. He felt his heart pound fast in his chest but he kept his cool emotionless face. He turned his gaze back to the detective in his office.
"Are you here for Nirvana? Did you find her out?" Jonathan asked with interest though a look of false worry passed his gaze.
"No we haven't. We have gone through all the attendants and all the bodies and we still can't find her. Mr. Wayne has had his help check the grounds a few times over and we haven't come up with anything besides a few witness statements saying they saw a woman in white being carried away by the terrorist," Gordon explained, taking a seat in the office chair while Jon moved to his desk chair and sat down in it as well. Crane ran a thin hand through his hair quietly as he pretended for his mind to race. Gordon continued, "I've talked to some of the orderlies here at the asylum and they explained that you two were pretty close."
"As far as work was concerned, we were partners. She was the only one I could trust in this place. But in our personal life, we never associated with one another," Crane explained, his answer honest and clearly worded.
"I suppose the orderlies believing a personal relationship between you two-"
"Nothing but rumors. Nirvana and I have fought at work about work disagreements and the nurses let their imaginations wonder," Jon answered before continuing, "Obviously I wouldn't mind a personal relationship with Nirvana, she is an amazing woman, but I would say we're both too hard headed for each other," Jon continued looking at Gordon, his face extremely relaxed before Crane stated firmly, "If the police need any assistance in finding her, please let us know. We want Nirvana back here," he finished.
"Well I did have a few questions for you, Dr. Crane. I had one witness stating that he saw you with Nirvana only a few moments before the attack happened. Did she mention any trouble she was having with anyone recently?"
"No she didn't. Again we weren't very forward with our personal lives. We were discussing what we were doing there that night-"
"And what were you doing at the Wayne party that night? You don't seem like the socialite type."
"I was meeting a head of the Gotham hospital to discuss funding for some renovations to the Maximum Security wing. Of course he decided to not show up. After speaking Nirvana, I left because you are right, I'm not the socialite type," Jon explained in a steady voice.
"And who were you meeting?"
"Thomas Elliot."
"You know what's funny? I haven't been able to find Dr. Elliot either. Do you know much about him?"
Jon saw an opportunity and quickly grasped it, "Thomas has a very strange relationship with the hospital. He spent some time here after a violent outburst in a summer camp. I was just an intern at the time and met him a few times. He seemed fine when we released him," Jon stated coolly, his voice relaxed as explained everything but he kept his eyes on the detective. Gordon nodded as he explained and went forward.
"I see, well I'm sure you have things to do Dr. Crane. I believe I saw some people clocking in, starting early today?"
"Without Nirvana here, I have to work the morning shifts in Maximum," he replied, another honest answer.
"Of course. Can I ask you a question off the record?" Gordon stated, his voice dropping gently as he stood up from his chair. Jonathon stood from his chair as well.
"Of course Detective," he stated, keeping his eyes on the man.
"Do you think she is okay?"
Jonathon gave an almost sincere smile as he nodded gently, "I fear more for the person who thinks he can keep a woman like that. He's in for fight."
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Nirvana was curled up on her bed, the sun had begun to set and the hallway was starting to get dark. She hadn't gotten any food all day and the hunger pains hit her stomach in the late afternoon. She hoped sleeping would maybe get her mind off of the hunger growing in her stomach but she couldn't focus on sleeping. She made note to remember to save something from her trays when she received them so this wouldn't happen again. She had spent her day of solitude drawing in the notebook Crane had provided. Nothing spectacular, she wasn't an artist, but she did extravagant doodles, filling three pages, front a back, with small drawings, detailing each, going on to the next drawing, going back to the first one, then going back to the next. Mostly they were dark swirls, clouds, fire. Things she wanted to get out of her mind and onto paper but they were no clues to Crane on what they were. Just swirls, clouds, and little fire flames of a bored intellectual with too much time on her hands. When she turned from her curled position and went back to grabbing the book and pen and flipping it open again.
Her own etched and scratched at the paper as the sun went completely went out of sight and she sat in her silence. Her eyes were focused on the paper in front of her before she heard music gently playing into her room. She believed it just in her mind till she recognized the song. She looked up from the paper, shutting the book quietly. She pulled herself from the bed, her legs wobbling at first from her lack of movement but they quickly grew steady. She moved to look around the room but realized the music was coming from all around her. She moved towards one of the cameras, her eyes narrowing as she listened harder and realized the music was coming from the speaker set inside of the camera. It steadily grew louder but stopped at a moderately soft level. She tried to locate the song in her mind until finally it's name came to her mind as she took in its words. Ride by Lana Del Rey was playing over the speakers. She felt the depth of the woman's voice reach across the floor of room and reach her feet. She felt the song came on a little louder and Nirvana and closed her eyes tightly as she let the song fill her chest. She looked at the camera as if it had given her a gift but remembered the person behind the camera and turned her eyes away from it in a obviously false indifferent.
She would admit that she loved the song that played over the speakers. She appreciated Lana Del Reys unique style and voice and felt an unwanted grateful feeling in her stomach, replacing hunger with a will to thank Crane for the music. She'd thank him more if he brought her food sometime soon. She flopped back on to her mattress and suddenly felt the cold air rush in through the open hole in the wall. Had she just not noticed the cold before in her lost feeling of hunger and lonliness. Hopefully Crane was getting her a blanket for the night. He had taken his jacket back that morning and she was left without any protection except for the clothes on her back. She tried to muscle through it, wondering if her actions that morning had doomed to a night of no food and sleeping in the cold.
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Crane had been standing in front of the blankets for a while then. He had put on the music as a way of apology. He hadn't had the chance to slip away even for a moment to get food for Nirvana and now it was dark. In a plastic bag on his arm was take out from a Japanese place down the road from the asylum. He had gotten Nirvana traditional Ramen and some pit stickers, hoping it would make up for his lack of care that day but now as he looked at everything in the grocery store, he felt lost at what to buy. He had found a hair brush and some bottles of water, some snacks, but he didn't know what kind of blanket he needed to buy. There were a few standard ones but he felt they wouldn't be thick enough to last during the winter. He touched a few and they felt rough and uncomfortable. He wondered through the aisle, finally settling on a grey blanket that felt fuzzy and he hoped that even though it wasn't extremely thick, the fuzz would provide extra warmth. He rushed out of the store, basically throwing money at the store clerk and jumped into his car.
He sped back to the asylum, parking in front of the abandoned wing, something he never did, and hurried inside. The music flowed out of the room as he went down the hallway. He slowed his steps as he didn't hear any movement inside and was careful, hoping that she hadn't planned another stunt while he was away but he began to hear a page turn and a soft humming come through to his ears. He looked through the hole in the door and saw Nirvana on her bed, her journal open as she seemed to be writing inside. He watched quietly before jingling his keys gently before unlocking the door, causing Nirvana to look up from her book at the door, her humming stopping in her throat as Crane opened and closed the door quickly.
"I apologize, I had a lot to do today, I'll try not to do this again," he stated quietly, setting the bags on the ground next to the mattress, Nirvana smelling the food immediately, feeling the cold leave her body as she reached side the bag with the food inside it. She grabbed the container of Ramen and the chopsticks inside the bag. She opened it and the warm aroma filled her senses, overwhelming her for a moment before she quickly dug in. Crane watched her as she ate, moving to the wall opposite of the bed and sliding down it slowly. He realized that she hadn't eaten since the night before and figured she needed to eat in peace so he stayed silent as he waited for her to take a breather.
She didn't stop for quite a few botes, shoveling noodles into her mouth as fast as could, eating all the pork belly inside before breathing deeply through her nose, chewing her current bite with a face of euphoria on her face. She looked at Crane who watched her quietly, waiting for a moment to speak or for her to speak, she wasn't sure. She took a sip of the broth inside of the cup, before swallowing it and speaking.
"You are forgiven this time. Thank you," she stated, her anger sated for the moment as the food filled her stomach. "Is that my phone you're getting the music from? I recognize all the songs."
"No, I downloaded your Spotify to my computer," he answered honestly, looking at the camera as the sounds still played from it. She nodded, taking another small sip of the broth quietly, her eyes turning from him to look at the cameras on the opposite corner of him.
"Are you planning on leaving the music playing?"
"I'm still deciding. Why, do you like it playing?"
"Yeah I do," she stated simply put no more words behind it as she put her container of Ramen down and looked through the bags. She quickly pulled out the blanket and unwrapped it from its bounds and put it around her shoulders crossing her legs and wrapping it around her. She then pulled the other bags closer and looked through them quietly. Pulling out the hair brush and setting it next to her and looking through the snacks and water bottles and looking up at Crane again.
"Thank you again."
"Its fine. Finish eating."