Thankfully, he had the memories of what he'd done to the secondary Dinah to take with him when he went. He was already bored and irritated with his lack of social activity, but if he hadn't had that, well. He might have become destructive, as well. He had been very quiet for weeks. Trying to fit in with the glorious ruse that he was locked up in Arkham, being tended to and kept away from harming others. Funny enough, the ruse was actually keeping him from harming others for the time being.
But the time had come to implement the next stage of the plan. Which meant that he had to get to Arkham to talk to the doc to arrange what they were going to do. The last time Jack had seen Crane, there had been a wonderfully fun torture session with four very unfortunate men. He didn't know if any of them had survived the evening, but he knew at least one of them probably shouldn't have.
With a lot less dramatics to his arrival, Jack disguised himself and made for the asylum. He quietly appeared in a tow truck wearing jeans and a flannel shirt and a baseball hat pulled down as far as it would go. They were clothes that he would never wear in day to day life, and it was the first step of his disguise. The second was the handlebar mustache and the third was the mullet wig that resided under the hat. He'd even gone so far as to get motor oil on himself so that now he smelled like he'd been working on vehicles. There was a clipboard in his hands as well.
He'd stolen it all from a guy who actually did run a towing service. The guy would get it all back. Eventually. And be untied and let go. Eventually.
At reception, Jack made loud chewing sounds with the gum he'd stuffed in his face. There was too much of it, and he spoke a bit slower to be understood.
"Here to see a..." He looked at the clipboard "Jonathan Crane... about a car needs to be towed?"