β β β she continued to sew together the outfit. she was never a good seamstress.
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β β β " what to make of the mask ? " she thought to herself.
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Test 14b : Project Umbra was administered to the patient. Self reported an acute phobia of heights.
I am leaning to agree as the subject appeared to be distraught, mentioning being high up
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β Everytime I, a higher staff, or a student accesses the laboratory, it's supposed to be logged with their name and time frame. Like a check-in system. But . . . the table is wiped. β
β β β she answered briefly as she looked at her computer, the harsh light covering her face
β No, my work keeps me quite busy and here on Arkham. But . . . your question. β
β β β Crane turned, revealing the blank access logs
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β Looks like the work of a project I inherited from Dr . Strange before he left Arkham for . . . greater pastures. Meant to be a therapeutic medication, when applied properly Iβ β
β β β she blanked as the Laboratory access logs were empty
β What? This . . . β
β β β she leaned in as she examined the photograph, it looked like a subject exposed to Project Umbra
β Hmm . . . well of course I know her, but . . . how . . . β
β β β she turned and typed some into her computer, commentating
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γ @BatCowlCrusader γ
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β β β She stood up from her desk as she noticed the figure in the darkness, her office a mess of papers, dimly lit by a desk lamp
β B-Batman? I-I'm sorry I-the place is a mess, heh, I-what uh . . . what do ya need? β