His breathing picked up, and his eyes darted about. Sweat started to trickle down his face, and a nagging voice started to whisper in his mind.
They see you, they see this, they'll know ...
"No," he managed, voice sounding strained. "I didn't ... I was ... following orders ... court ... court mandated th-therapy..."
How is a therapist like a --
Eddie twitched violently, his entire body jolting. Screams of laugher and pain sounded through his head, and he briefly flashed back to his last time in Arkham. He was strapped to a chair, and volts of electricity were being randomly pumped through is slim frame.
"NO!" he bellowed, shoving away from Crane, and stumbling backwards. The laughter sounded again, crazed laughter ... his own .... from a time gone by....