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The SCPD had its own lab, improved in spades recently by some of the gifted Wayne tech, but getting an accurate read of something didn’t always mean it made sense. Certainly not to Jim. He was a damn cop, Commissioner or not, not a scientist. Jim took the papers and bit back a sigh. Did he have time to deal with something that was going to take that much reading? Not really. Still, he wasn’t going to cede control of it completely. He couldn’t do that with anything. At the end of the day, it was his name attached to all of it, him who had made a promise to the city to divest it of as many troubles as he could.Â
“It’s some red tape,” he admitted, sitting back down on the other side of his desk, “but there’s always red tape. Give me a couple of days to get the passes in order.” If Crane could at least answer that simple question for him, it’d be a kick off point. If it was the same, they could go from there. Narrow things down. “If you’re sure you can spare the time. You’re a young man, smart, you have to have other things to be doing.”Â
“I do keep busy at the asylum,” he said. His new position as associate director was irritatingly demanding, making it difficult for him to engage in his general extracurricular activities as much as he would like to. Still, it was better for him to maintain his cover as best he could and put his work as Scarecrow on the back burner than to bite off too much at once and end up in a big mess. Slow and steady would win the race, and Crane was as patient as they came. “I can always make time, however, to help Star City’s finest. I did the same in Gotham—it makes me feel useful, and I’m glad I can be of assistance.”Â
Seeing the way that Jim eyed the report warily, Crane leaned forward slightly. “I can give you an overview of my report, if you would like. It would probably do the most good in the hands of one of the scientists in your forensics unit, but I can give you what will be most beneficial for your work as an investigator.”











