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Jason had been sitting in the corner, furthest possible from the fluorescent light that reminded him very much of his home- The doctor’s basement lab. He smelt the man before he saw him, head lifting up from the padded square he rested it on before blinking his singular blue eye. It had been weeks since the man’s disappearance, and only so long that he had managed to stay out of the Bat’s radar before he was found and forcibly placed here. He h a t e d Batman, he h a t e d everyone related to him. They abandoned him and left him for dead, only to hunt him down and throw him into this cage.The staff had given him gauze with medical tape pasted over his blind eye instead of an eyepatch, since string was prohibited for patients to excess. It crinkled and tugged as both eyelid muscles shifted when Crane finally came into view. “Master,” He quickly shuffled over, kneeling in front of the glass, a hopeful smile crossed his face. Where had he been? Had he came to fetch him, and bring him home?And then he noticed the white coat, and a golden tag pinned on it’s standard breast pocket.
Arkham Asylum, Head Psychiatrist Dr. Jonathan Crane