[Drip, drip. Drip, drip.
Dank, that was the first word Stephanie Brown would immediately use to describe Arkham Asylum. Sure, she had been there before at scattered moments in her life. The last time she had been there? Was to visit Eddie years before when it had just been rebuilt and reopened. When Dr. Leland had still run the asylum and it was more about healing than suppression. Back then, it had been clean, it had been healthy, it had been good. Eddie's recovery was proof of that, of the success of Leland's methods and her version of the asylum.
Now? Well, Stephanie wasn't sure what to think now. Crane was back in charge, and that in and of itself was worrisome. The hotel had assisted with that, she didn't even need to ask anyone to tell her so. No one in their right mind in Gotham would have let Crane back into the asylum without a fight. And that, the fact that he was in charge? Well, that was the main motivation to be there. To keep an eye on him. There was better intentions too, of course. Stephanie wanted to do good in Gotham, and while the clinics were slowly and surely being put back together, she would turn her skills elsewhere. Arkham patients needed someone good to keep their interests at heart. Crane? Oh, she did not trust Crane to keep them safe. So she would look after the men and women locked in the asylum to get better, and she would keep her eye on the good doctor at the same point.
Walking down the hall from her office towards the medical wing, she focused on the echoes of her heels against the floor. Not of the screaming of patients or the strange chill that had settled at the base of her neck since the moment she had stepped in there. Reading a chart for one of the patients in the wing, she still had her guard somehow fully up. Shoulders stiff, ears open (if still ignoring), and on the alert. Something you had to always be in a place like this.]