Who: Jonathan Crane What: A narrative Where: His flat -> New Arkham When: Today! Warnings/Rating: Nada
Jonathan couldn't count how many hours he had spent pouring over the journal entries his predecessor had written. That, combined with news accounts of the goings on before he had arrived, served to paint a picture of the man who had been here before him. And the one thing that stood out to him was that the Jonathan Crane who had walked these streets before him had been, above all, careless, and it disgusted him. He had made mistakes, he had left a trail that could be connected to him, and he had done exactly what everyone thought he would. And that's why he got caught. Got trapped. Arrested. Committed.
But he didn't plan on following in those footsteps.
No, he had other ideas. Ones that would help the city at large while still allowing him some leeway to gain a position of power. He wasn't greedy or hungry of power and prestige, but he was quite tired of his one-room apartment with the rats and the roaches. He wanted something more, something better, and Jonathan had an idea to get to that position.
But to do so, he would need supplies. Chemicals. Access to equipment. And that was where things got difficult. He knew the Bat was watching his every move, whether it was obvious or not, and the first wrong step he took, he knew he'd be caught and right back in New Arkham against his will. No, he needed to be more careful than that.
Supplies first. And what better place to get what he needed than the place that had forced them upon him in the first place?
It was late Monday morning by the time that Jonathan showed up on the steps of New Arkham. He couldn't do it, he told them. He felt too… lost out there in the world. Too afraid of making a wrong step. He needed more help, he explained. And he wanted to get that help before he did something he couldn't be forgiven for.
He was a good actor, surprising even himself, and before the morning was through, Jonathan Crane was readmitted, willingly, to New Arkham.
His voluntary admittance was only the first step in something much bigger. It wouldn't happen overnight, he knew that much, but patience was a virtue, and he had a lot of it to spare right now.