Fear: A primitive mechanism that deters organism from potential harm. To feel Fear is to feel alive. Let us test that theory, shall we? || @MuteMurderer is mine
“More of a compulsion… addiction. An unfortunate side effect to frequent exposure and self-experimentation with my own Toxins.”
“I have no addendum on the sadism, however.”
@JUSTlCECRUSADER —thought, “…I suppose those are reasonable fears, from your perspective. Order and peace are your goals, Mm? Safety?… but who are you keeping safe?” She takes another drink, gaze locked with his.
“Drink. While it is still warm.”
@JUSTlCECRUSADER —to retrieve its contents.
Here she was. Monologuing.
“How unprofessional of me. I apologize.” She murmurs before returning with two cups, one for him and for her.
She takes her seat, taking a generous gulp, wincing from the temperature, before trying to regain her train of—
@HideWithin —“hints”, so to speak. As I said, the mind has an incredible talent for self preservation… being unnecessarily invasive may make it tighten its lock. To access it, we need to be thorough and swift, with a small margin for error.”
“Oh, any day now, I have put in all the right calls. Two-to-five business days…” lithe fingers grasp the woman’s shoulders a bit too tight, Crane’s voice like a pure, “But I /do/ happen to have an opening, my dear.”
@HideWithin —focused, as sharp as razors.
But she offered a small smile as she tried to extend a bit of comfort, “Changes in perception, auditory or olfactory hallucinations, even odd pains or sensations in one’s body when trying to access what was lost are typically the body giving—
@HideWithin —of which reversed the condition.”
Click. Click click.
“What were the circumstances of your condition? Was it affliction of the eyes? Or was it damage to the occipital lobe? What… was the duration?”
Click.
“And… yes, you will have to explain the “healing magic” to me.”
@HideWithin She chuckles as well, “It should. For the sake of brevity, I will omit it, however.”
She makes quick scrawls on her paper before falling into a silent moment of thought, clicking her pin to keep the time.
“Tell me more of this period of blindness and more about the… “magic”—
@JUSTlCECRUSADER —a symbol of power. Correct me if I am mistaken, however.”
Her eyes meet his, cold and malicious once again, “Now… what is it, as a grown man, do you fear? What, as a hero— As Batman — is your most crippling nightmare?”
@JUSTlCECRUSADER “I would be crestfallen if you had not.” She writes for several moments on her clipboard, the soft bubble from the kettle starting to grow louder, “I suppose now your chiroptophobia has diminished considerably if not entirely as you seem to have embraced that animal as—
“Oh, I have been. The food is terrible.”
She snorts, “Held it together? That’s incredibly generous, if not utterly delusional. Gothams anthem is a nightly symphony is screams and explosions.”
She claps, her tone mocking, “Bravo. Good work. It is the epitome of a Utopia.”
@HideWithin —head injury, trauma, stroke, or cognitive impairments? Have you served in the military, medical, or other physically and mentally demanding occupations?”
@HideWithin —let out a pitiful creak and plume of dust, indicating the lack of use of said office.
Her brow furrows for a moment at the dust before pulling out a small notepad and pen, “Now, ticking those boxes off, do you have a history of alcohol or drug abuse? Any knowledge of—