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 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 9:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 9:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 9:46 pm
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Much to Crane's chagrin, Harleen was hardly phased by the details of the Joker's execution of the guards. His stare was deadpan at The Joker. Truthfully, Crane did not find him all that interesting yet. He was no different from the other patients when they had arrived - believing that they were in control. Jonathan briefly sucked in his top lip in thought and decided on the next step of John Doe's therapy. He tapped the wall with three knocks in an odd order, and a few minutes later one of the bodyguards had entered and handed Crane his briefcase.
Crane looked giddy, almost excited as he was eagerly opening his briefcase. "This is something I've tried with some of the other patients." He smiled towards Dr Quinzel, the cheer on his face was akin to a child showing off it's favourite toy. From his briefcase, he pulled out two syringes labelled "FT-V1". Tapping the side of the body of the syringe, the orange liquid inside stirred a little. "This is a solution of my own, I use it in a more orthodox version of psychedelic psychotherapy. It's a favourite here in Arkham." He gently pressed the plunger of the syringe, and a little bit of the solution squirted from the needle. "Dr Quinzel, you know as well as I that patients respond and bond better to someone that has shared a experience of heightened emotion with, perhaps you would also be interested in joining our John Doe here?" This was perhaps the most Crane had ever smiled in his life as a thin brow raised over his glasses, and a smile crept up to the corner of his cheeks. |
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 9:46 pm
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As Crane gave the que to the guards to bring his briefcase, Harleen looked confused at first. She turned her attention away from the Joker, something she shouldn’t have done. She knew full well he was an unpredictable psychotic. As Dr. Crane revealed the syringe, her concern grew. The patient wasn’t being combative or uncooperative, what was the need for drugs? They were doing fine without this interruption.
"Dr Quinzel, you know as well as I that patients respond and bond better to someone that has shared a experience of heightened emotion with, perhaps you would also be interested in joining our John Doe here?"
She couldn’t believe was she was hearing. Though she’d well concealed her nervousness up to that point, her eyes widened with the realization that he intended to drug them both. Was he crazy?
“Doctor…I don’t feel completely confident that’s necessary,” But he was the one allowing her these private meetings, he was the boss that graciously supervised this opportunity. She considered these facts and weighed whether whatever was in the injection was worth it to keep seeing her patient.
“It’s just that I’m concerned what you’re suggesting might be considered...” Abuse, she wanted to say. Mistreatment. Malpractice. But the words failed her as she locked eyes with the stone-faced doctor.
He could take it all away. He could strip her of everything she’d fought so desperately for. Not just her new patient, everything she’d worked for at the asylum. She was afraid now. His dominion over her was unquestionable.
“It’s just that I think we can establish a bond organically…but if you believe this is the best course of treatment.” Her words came slow, measured. She wanted to run but something kept her glued to her seat.
“Anything to deepen the connection, doctor.” She finally conceded. Her voice sounded hollow and defeated. In refusing to show fear and turning the Joker’s menace back onto the director, Dr. Quinzel had played a game of psychological warfare with the wrong person. Now she was losing it. All the color had drained from her face.
“I’m dedicated to this case, Doctor.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 9:47 pm
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He flicked the top of the syringe with the back of his nail as he peered behind his glasses towards The Joker, and then back to Harleen. She deliberated on the decision, knowing that it was unorthodox, but did she dare question her employer? The man who could make or break her career? Of course she wouldn't. "Excellent." He chimed as he got off of his seat and opened the cell door. With the quick raise and point of two fingers, the staff of Arkham was quick to restrain The Joker. As his arms and head where being held tightly, Crane injected him without a second thought. Turning back to Harleen, he paced over towards her, and took a seat beside her. "This particular serum finds its properties mostly from the Psilocybe Mexicana fungi. Try think positives thoughts, we don't want the euphoria turning into dread." His deadpan expression only poorly disguised his sarcasm. Crane certainly wanted to see both of them in dread. Pulling up her sleeve, he injected into the surface veins of her left arm. The drugs would hit relatively fast, so Jonathan was quick to also have Harleen cuffed in the same manner as The Joker. In the meantime, until they reached the height of their experience, he sat there with an exuberant smile. |
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 10:02 pm
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The Joker pursed his lips as the needle disappeared into his arm. The Pale man's head tilted slightly to the right, before his lips stretched across his face in a wide grin.
"This particular serum finds its properties mostly from the Psilocybe Mexicana fungi. Try think positives thoughts, we don't want the euphoria turning into dread."
"Ooh don't go and threaten me with a good time now, doc!" He chuckled lightly as his green hues darted first to Crane, then to the Blonde handcuffed across the table from him. "That's a good girl, hoohoo!~ We're both in this together, all the way until this sure to be wild ride comes to a thrilling conclusion!" The Joker laughed loudly for a moment, before going silent; grinning in anticipation as he stared directly across Dr. Quinzel, every bit as interested to see how she'd react to the injection.
"Ooooh, Doc! I think it's working, I'm Starting to feel something!" The Joker called out gleefully, his pupils dilating as his pale hands clenched into tight fists. "It's... it's... MAGNIFICENT! HAhAHAhAHAhAhaAHHAHAHAHAHAHAahHAHahAHAhAHAhahAHAHahAHAhAHAhAhAHAHaahhaAHHAhAAHAHAHAA!"
The Joker threw his head back and laughed hysterically, his entire body gyrating uncontrollably as his eyes began to fill with tears. He struggled to catch his breaths between hearty fits of laughter, inhaling sharply whenever he did manage to find the time to gulp down air before leaning forward on to the table. |
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 11:17 pm
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