#dr crowley

[theseagull16]

The actual doctor in the comic cheapjack gentlemen is Dr Crowley. personally speaking I think he's a little bit of a psycho which is obsessed with knives and tend to cut off the wrong limb just ask his last patient. But he a interesting element in the story but I sure what he looked like when he was younger and agree with Edmund he does look fat now.

[askprofessorcrowley]

Hi folks, been a while.

Quick life update, Dr Fell and I got married this summer. Just thought you would be interested to know all of you were right all along. Don't make a big deal out of it or I'll curse you.

((Sorry I abandoned this ask blog lol! I finally finished the fic this blog was based on last week. If you read it to the end thanks for sticking around! I come back to this blog a lot to remember how fun it was. Maybe I'll make a new Crowley blog someday. Thanks for having fun with me! Love, mod 💛))

[phobophile-psychiatrist]

I've been lookin at my outgoing texts to Mina as of late.

Mostly:

"I need to talk to you."

They're all marked read. She's probably busy. Maybe just ignoring me.

I fight the urge to message her again, to ask if she's okay—moreso to ask what happened.

Also plaguing me is the desire to ask her if I did something wrong—a desire I'm not plagued by often.

Rook seems to know more than he wants to let on: and Sam is bugging me about where Crowley is.

I visited Jervis in his cell, asked him about his fit in Crowley's office: the one Edward told me about.

All he had to say to me was: "I've seen the beast with vile maw—a slighted gaze that seeks your straw. It whispers—no- chitters so, it craves to feast and it plays a crow."

I remember him quaking in the corner of his cell, like a mouse cornered in the shadow of a cat. Blue eyes quaking as they peered through thin ash-blonde hair, like spider's silk and tattered thread.

"Jervis," I asked calmly through the darkness, "Have you been taking your medication?"

He shook his head, lashing out a bark: "Pills? Pills? Why deny, a truth so clear as you and I?!"

I peered down at Jervis, "I'll monitor your intake from now on then." I pinched the skin between my eyes, letting out a sigh.

When I left Jervis in his cell, I couldn't help but be—intrigued by this spectre that has him so utterly, well, terrified.

I do believe this— entity is nothing more than a— pardon my preponderance of a pseudoscience (to disclose, I believe dream analysis to be entirely speculative and non-viable: however, I enjoy in participating in mulling dreams and, by proxy, the hallucinations in schizophrenics.)—a manifestation of Jervis' preconceived notion of Crowley's feelings towards myself. That being: repressed (and, potentially violent) resentment.

While I have little— well, no actual reason to give undue credit, as well as little concern, regarding Jervis' notion of Crowley's feelings towards me: it remains a regrettable possibility that Crowley may be doing that exactly: repressing her resentment and ill-feelings towards me, thus, only attaching herself to me in denial of the gravity of my actions towards her.

If I were a better man, I would have turned on my heel and left Crowley to steep in her own loathing— maybe even apologize.

Unfortunately, a better man, I am not.

She is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.

[crowley-in-arkham]

So if Jervis is Hatta, and you’re the Cheshire Cat, what’s that make everyone else?

Crane, unsurprisingly, is typically called "March Hare" by Tetch. It likely stems from his being the "gloomy boring one" with a "different kind of crazy" as Nygma likes to put it.

Jervis calls Nygma "Mouse" simply, much to Crane and my amusement. Nygma hates the nickname, which, really only adds to it in my opinion.

I know I've mentioned Rook a few times, he's the escort/guard for my patients and office, he and a larger man named Arthur Squires, who I seldom speak to.

Hatter calls Rook "White Rabbit", which Rook seems to actually like. I believe Tetch is his favorite of the inmates here.

[crowley-in-arkham]

So we know Crane has a pet. What about you, Doctor? Any pets? Same question to you Jervis and Edward.

I have a cat, actually. A Maine Coon named Victor (after Frankenstein, of course).

Tetch actually has himself a mouse we keep in my office. He nearly exclusively calls her 'Dormouse', but when we first got her, he asked for the nameplate to read "Marmalade".

When I asked Edward this, he sort of chuckled and said: "I can articulate, but I cannot speak. I can process, but I cannot think. I am born from the womb of palms and fingers." I asked what he called his robot, and he said: "RB-0.0.1-A" or "Alpha" for short. It's a cute little green beetle of some kind.

[crowley-in-arkham]

How you doing Doc? I’m guessing Scarecrow maybe transferring bothering you?

It's always a bit jarring to hear about the impending the transfer of a patient.

Pardon my paranoia, but, I got my job here at Arkham specifically due to Crane's track record with psychiatrists.

They hired me because, well, "Crane is a special case, and he may be more willing to open himself up to someone he's comfortable and familiar with."

Granted, there are other reasons for my presence here in Arkham--but Crane is a primary one.

There is very little reason for him to be taken from my care, if anything, this decision seems rather abrupt. Again, I could be paranoid, but I have the sense this may be motivated by more-- external factors.

It isn't news I'd so easily forget, so I'll have to look through my records to see any semblance of my initial reaction. I write just about everything down.

It's coming up to be that time of year again though, they could be transferring him solely to prevent an escape attempt.

Whatever whims the Scarecrow during Halloween must be something fierce.

[crowley-in-arkham]

Jervis, so besides... Alice... Have you ever had someone in your life that you loved? Not necessarily only the romantic kind, but just someone or someones that you really and truly love. I’m not sure why, but you strike me as a man with a very big heart.

Let me pass this to our Hatter himself;

Oh! Callooh Callay! I've permission to answer today! I-

Oh- dear.

Cheshire promptly grimaced as soon as I gleed, and frankly, at what, I've come quickly to see. She said, "If you don't want to," but anon, I suppose I'll answer you.

Since Alice, my heart has been a hollow stone. A cold rock as grim as a bone. Only for Alice does this Mad Hatter's heart thunder, but if you must know, Hatter and his heart do wonder.

I suppose I've felt things in my mad heart for others. I might say I love Dormouse, March Hare, and Cheshire, but that kind of love is entirely another.

Not at all the love that I'd felt for my Alice. I suppose after her, I've been woefully callous.

A shame, don't you think? Unrequited enthrall. Perhaps my hope for Alice prospers, or perhaps I'm simply mad after all.

O' simply leave me to my lament, I'm sorry dear anon, I know your question was well-meant.

[phobophile-psychiatrist]

The Quinzel Effect

When I buzzed, you could hear her squeal through the glass wall. I opened the door to a-- kind of dressed Harleen.

"Heya, Jonny! Whatcha doin' down here? Come to gossip? Or play doctor?"

"Harley, how you doin'? I'm actually here to ask some questions."

"Oh," Harleen chuckled, "Advice? Startin' to sound like Red."

I hesitated, "Eh, close, I s'pose. I wanna know sum about-- you."

Harley chuckled, "Hittin' on me? That's barely professional Dr. Crane!"

"Not like that, Harley," I approached the cell and pulled a metal chair away from the wall, "It's more about-- feelin'."

"Feelin'?" Harley was taken aback, "Jon, is this you trying to open up?"

"It workin'?"

"It's-- a start."

I sighed, "Fine, Crowley wants me to be more-- honest. I don't know where to start."

"And?"

"I wanna know why she-- I don't know how to phrase it."

"Cares?" Harley folded her arms, sitting down on her bed, "Loves you?"

"You think she-"

"Think? Don't you also have a psych degree?"

"I ain't ever been good at-- this kinda stuff. At least, regardin' me."

"What did Eddie say to you?"

"Wha' d'ya mean?"

"You wouldn't voluntarily come down here, Jonny."

I scoffed, "He didn't say nuthin'."

"He told you to come to me because you feel like you're Crowley's Mista J, don'tcha?"

"That degree didn' go to waste."

"You're here because you wanna know why I loved Mister J, so you might know why Crowley loves you."

"Unhuh."

"Well, sorry, Jonny. I was a good-for-nuthin-outta-my-gourd-run-of-the-mill basketcase masochist who was manipulated into submission by a psychopathic sadist with a batman fetish."

"You think I manipulate her?"

"No, Mista J manipulated me," Harley laid on her side and propped her head up on her palm, "Crowley thinks you're a lot like her. It's different. She forgives ya, sure, but she doesn't think you're infallible."

"I don't understand."

"And I don't expect you to. That's somethin' you have to ask Crowley, not me."

"How do you-"

"You see how she looks at you? Remember that time in the cafeteria? When she pulled the straw off of you, or when she smiled at you while you were eatin'? A doctor doesn't care like that, a friend doesn't even care like that."

I averted my gaze from Harley's blue eyes.

"Tell me about Crowley and you. When she first came here, you two already knew each other for a long time, didn't ya?"

"GCU. She was in her early 20s."

"Oh, lots of history!"

"She was in my class," I chuckled quietly, "Top of it and everything. Two of us begin there, she would stay after class and even volunteer for whatever I needed help with. She loved to stick around. I remember she admired me then, which, for what I was doin' here, felt undeserved."

"What were you doing here?"

"I was revisiting fear toxin, experimenting alongside Strange on the concoction and some of his own projects." I sighed, "I was having some-- complications with Diane back then."

"Diane, your ex-wife?"

"Yeah," I leaned forward and folded my hands, "Crowley became the only real reprieve of my day, the only thing I looked forward to. Eventually, her being in my class grew somewhat scarce."

I brushed auburn hair back, "She was engaged to some-- boy, back then. William, I think? I don't remember. I remember her chasing him around like a little neglected puppy. He didn't give a damn about her. I won't deny I grew rather possessive of her by then-- I hated seeing her chase a kid that didn't have the balls to admit her relationship with her professor scared him."

I chuckled dryly, leaning back in the chair, "I kinda stalked the kid."

"This goin' where I think it's goin'?"

"Probably," I said, "I found out the boy was distancing himself from Crowley because he had another partner-- actually, Crowley had become a sidepiece to him. So I did what that itch in my mind wanted me to do."

"Oh, Scarecrow."

I nodded. "I took the boy to the barn for days. Kept him there. Injection after injection. He let me refine my toxin; he became my first mistake."

I sighed, pinching the skin between my eyes, "Crowley's friends got privy to the idea I may have had sum to do with it. A few approached me, sure, but Crowley never did."

"She had skeletons in her closet too though," I chuckled, "I mean, she knew where I lived-- where my barn was. Ion tell anyone where my barn is."

"Crowley's got a little stalker in her?"

I snickered, readjusting in my seat, "I s'pose."

"I guess Crowley's always had a thing for ya Jonny-boy."

I sighed, and massaged my temples, "But I came here to find out why."

Harley groaned loudly, "It's a feeling Jonny! You're literally a feelings doctor!"

"I'm a psychopharmacologist."

"You're a psychiatrist and a psychology professor!"

"Still more of a chemist."

"Yeah, a Fear Toxicologist."

I gave a dry chuckle.

"The satisfying answer you're lookin' for is somethin' you're gonna have to ask Crowley directly."

"You saw how I tried to ask you."

"Yeah, terribly."

"I can't just ask Crowley."

"You mean to tell me you can kiss her but not talk about your feelings with her?"

"How do you-"

"I can read, Jon," Harley snickered, "That woman writes everything online."

"I-"

"Jonny, talk to her when she gets back. For real, for once."

I sighed and stood up, "Well, it's been enlightening, Dr. Quinzel."

"Always a pleasure Jon-Jon," She chuckled, "And, quit bein' a stranger, wouldja?"

I gave a halfhearted smile and turned on my heel. "See you soon, Harley."

Notes, Harley Quinn: Good friend. Means well.