Crane gave Harley an amused sideways glance as he climbed out of the parked car, adjusting his tie slightly.
"I did a little research on them when I arrived," he commented smoothly, closing the car door and walking around to stand at his companion's side. "They seem like interesting people, more willing to be welcoming to people like you and me." Unlike the Bat Man and his people, who from what Crane could gather worked with this little group who called themselves Angel Investigations.
Angel. Now someone had delusions of grandeur. One would almost recommend therapy.
Ever the gentleman, he offered Harley his arm as they headed towards the impressive doors of Wolfram and Hart. Crane had always liked lawyers, defense ones anyway. The shady world of public prosecution had never seemed to like him for some reason. But other lawyers, more morally realistic ones, oh they adored him. Flawless testimony, for a price. And he suspected this particular firm might be open to letting him continue his experiments.
After all, there was nothing to fear but fear itself and he controlled the fear.