Author's Note: Hopefully this makes up for the long wait. Sorry for the typos I know I've got.

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Chapter 14:

Welcome to Arkham

It goes without saying that Jonathan Crane easily made the interfering Alex Stevenson seem crazy. Crazy, insane, delirious, and everything on those terms. It didn't take much effort or much time. It all went fairly briefly. Two hours was all it took– at most. Dr. Crane was a very talented doctor and an even better at persuading. Persuading the officers that Alex was crazy... persuading Alex himself that he was crazy.

Dr. Crane sat across from Alex in the plain questioning room, a cop standing in the corner of the room with his arms folded. Dr. Crane had his files and papers on the table as he filled in the boxes, spaces, and information on the forms. His briefcase stood at the side of his chair. Crane would asked a question, and Alex would nervously blurt out an answer. Crane would glance up at him over the rim of his glasses in a curious, questioning way, glance to the officer, look back Alex with and reply with an, "I see... interesting." Or sometimes it was "Tell me more about it, Alex." Though he'd say it in the tone of voice that would make any sane person nervous.

Alex fiddled with his pants, his breaths quick and shallow as Crane finished questioning him and began to look over the papers. There was really no need for Dr. Crane to look over the results to analyze them. He already knew what he was going to say about Alex. He was crazy and needed help. Dr. Crane is there to help. When a few minutes past, Crane stared at the last page, pretending to be absorbed in his thoughts. There was a apologetic look he put on his face as he looked back to Alex. Alex's eyes were as wide, his breathing becoming faster. Dr. Crane adjusted his glasses before looking to the officer in the corner. Then Dr. Crane looked over his shoulder to the wall that he knew others were watching from behind it. Obviously it would be a double-way. He looked at the wall to make sure he'd have their full attention before turning back to Alex.

He tapped the bottom of the papers on the tabletop, straightening them before putting them into a folder, then slipped that into his briefcase. "I find that you, Alex– that Alex Stevenson–" He announced the name out loud, he knew the routine, "are mentally unstable." Alex pushed himself away from the table, already in a panic. "I find it to be in your best interests–" Crane did not pause even as Alex stumbled out of his chair to the door. The cop lunged after him even though the door was locked, "if you'd be placed into Arkham Asylum–" Alex was beginning to shout now, flailing against the officer, "Where you can be best observed and better helped." Dr. Crane finished as other police-officers came bustling into the room.

Dr. Crane stood from the table, straightening his jacket, and picked up his briefcase as he strode towards the door, completely ignoring Alex being wrestled to the ground in the corner. He met the chief in the hallway. "Arkham Asylum." He said simply. "I'd appreciate it if you'd have an officer drive us to the institution. I'll make sure a team is waiting outside by the time we arrive." With the white long-armed jackets, sedation shots, and etc., etc.

"Of course, doctor. I'll get one of my men to do it right now." Crane nodded his head in gratitude.

The cop car stopped at the front entrance of the asylum. Jonathan Crane stepped out of the passenger's side unto the pavement. There were three men and one women waiting from them as he stepped out. "Doctor." The women cheerfully greeted Jonathan as he walked closer to them with an honest smile. Jonathan returned it with a pleasant look, "Nurse." He greeted her. Two of the three men stepped towards the police car, as the third one waited by the doors, a needle and syringe in hand.

"This is the one, hm?" The nurse asked as she watched the one of the men grab a kicking Alex out of the car. The second one had been holding a straight-jacket, and was now having a time strapping it onto him. "That's too bad, so young... Well, at least he's here where he can be properly taken care of."

"Yes." Jonathan agreed as he moved his briefcase from his right hand to his left. The third man now stepped forward, injecting Alex with the sedative. Alex's movements were rapidly slowing down. The nurse fell silent as she watched the two men leading Alex into the asylum. Exhaling a breath, she looked back to Jonathan, "Did you want me to take his files off your hands?"

He shook his head, "That's alright. I'm going to look over them back in my office."

"Oh!" The nurse suddenly cried, obviously remembering something important. Jonathan turned to her with his eyebrows raised in a 'yes?' way. "There is a man waiting for you in your office, Doctor." She blushed at having forgotten. He nodded his head. "He came to the desk, asking for you, but you had been gone. He said he'd wait for you."

"He's in my office?" Dr. Crane questioned as he and the nurse entered the hospital. His brows were furrowed as he looked ahead of them. He wasn't sure if he was pleased someone was, without his knowledge, sitting in his office. Dr. Crane had important files locked up, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Crane." The nurse apologized. "I suppose there really isn't a good reason to why he is. He insisted to wait in your office until you're return. Seems as if he's got important matters to discuss with you. He wouldn't hint any to the other doctors or nurses though."

"Alright." Dr. Crane said after a moment of silence, "His name?"

"Ra's Al Ghul, I believe." The nurse said unsurely. "But... I should be attending to the third floor at second floor at this time, if you need anything–" She said as she began to turn a corner to an elevator.

"Of course." Jonathan said in a way to wave her off. She got onto the elevator as Jonathan looked ahead to Alex stumbling between the two men. Adjusting his glasses, Dr. Crane followed them as he held himself up in the dignified way. Alex was moved to the third floor's east wing. The men lead him into his room, sitting the groggy Alex down on his bed. They were about to shut the door when Jonathan told them to stop– he wanted a few words with Alex. They shrugged and left the doorway and the hallway. Dr. Crane walked into the room, stopping right infront of the bed, staring down at Alex.

"She's- She's my sister. She was here. " He quietly slurred, barely unable to keep his eyes opened. "W-Where is she? W-Where's my Melissa?"

Jonathan continued to stare at Alex in silence for a few moments. "She's your foster sister, Alex. Don't you fret about where she is, either." Alex now struggled to keep his eyes opened as he looked up to Dr. Crane at hearing him admit that Melissa wasn't actually something he made up. "She's staying we me, Alex. She isn't yours, any longer. She is mine. She's mine, she's my worker, she's... is simply no longer yours. Speaking as your new doctor, Alex, I think it'd be best for you to just forget her."

Alex shook his head slowly, "Not yours... Mine... Melissa's family... Never forget...her..." His words were becoming further apart as the drug sank deeper into his system.

"Well, I'm sorry then, Alex." Dr. Crane said in a low but in a clear domineering voice, "If that's your final decision..." Dr. Crane paused as his eyes flickered an emotion of pure delight, as the scarecrow danced in his eyes:

"Welcome to Arkham."

Author's Note: So I decided this fic will be pre, pre-during movie. I don't think it will play a big part of the fic though... Just mentions of events that happened in the movie every now and then, maybe.

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