|Jonathan Crane is the (strawman) wrote in doorslogs,|
@ 2014-03-09 18:53:00
Who: Jonathan Crane
What: A narrative
Where: New Arkham
When: Very recently
Warnings/Rating: Crane being sneaky
That short conversation that Ashleigh had had with her family had been enough to put Crane on edge. The girl knew more than she needed to, even if he was trying hard to keep a few secrets from her. It was what prompted him to take the next step, one that he wasn't particularly fond of, but one that was deemed necessary to protect himself.
As a general rule, he didn't like to subject himself to his own experiments; that's what other people were for, honestly, and to lower himself to the level of a guinea pig was deplorable. But this wasn't for experimentation, this was for protection, and that was important right now. Things were going too well to let that girl and her voice mess things up for him. So he whipped up a batch of the toxin that had been tainting the water in Gotham for some days now. It wasn't as concentrated as the others, but it would have the desired effects - hopefully. Mixed in with tea, some sugar to mask the slight bitterness, and Crane downed the entire concoction from the safety of the office that used to belong to Leland.
It took only a handful of minutes for him to feel the effects, the ease that settled over him, the sense of peace that filled his thoughts. Just enough. Just enough. Smiling to himself, Crane rinsed his glass out, and with a little skip to his step, he crossed back through to Las Vegas.