[Crane's hands slide in his pockets. He slightly tucks in his chin and suddenly looks quite boyish - it's a face of innocence, but also a face that shows those who know him that he's honestly enjoying himself. Most people can enjoy themselves by playing with anything. But Crane has specific needs and only loves one thing in his life.
His research. He can't remove that excited smile from his face, when his head lifts. Watching this happen would take it to a whole other level. Into another dimension, like how this receipt had been made - in a way that other human minds wouldn't be able to understand. Except Batman. Oh, he'd have to show him what he's learning. Show him that he's always learning.]
So you're in my thoughts and emotions, then. The seat of my personality. Or perhaps something more. Well. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but today wouldn't be the first day someone's told me the devil dwells there.
[He points at his head with a finger and says nothing else about his great-grandmother, and lifts his hands to smooth out his suit. Then he grabs his briefcase, sitting on his desk, and flicks it open. Out comes a small aerosol. It's in his left hand. His right holds a burlap sack of cloth.]
I made them myself. [He moves the mask down and nods to it, gesturing there with his left hand.] It's amazing how people project their fears onto a blank slate. They'll beat the walls and huddle in corners, and raise their hands over their heads. They'll wrap their arms around themselves and cry. They'll wail and they'll scream. They'll rock back and forth and beg it to stop. [Ugh. Begging. How contemptible.] It's a fascinating study.
[Clearly, he loves his experiments. And the best thing was this was now ready to frighten someone who was like him. Who performed their tricks on the human mind. What would frighten him? He has to wonder.]
no subject
His research. He can't remove that excited smile from his face, when his head lifts. Watching this happen would take it to a whole other level. Into another dimension, like how this receipt had been made - in a way that other human minds wouldn't be able to understand. Except Batman. Oh, he'd have to show him what he's learning. Show him that he's always learning.]
So you're in my thoughts and emotions, then. The seat of my personality. Or perhaps something more. Well. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but today wouldn't be the first day someone's told me the devil dwells there.
[He points at his head with a finger and says nothing else about his great-grandmother, and lifts his hands to smooth out his suit. Then he grabs his briefcase, sitting on his desk, and flicks it open. Out comes a small aerosol. It's in his left hand. His right holds a burlap sack of cloth.]
I made them myself. [He moves the mask down and nods to it, gesturing there with his left hand.] It's amazing how people project their fears onto a blank slate. They'll beat the walls and huddle in corners, and raise their hands over their heads. They'll wrap their arms around themselves and cry. They'll wail and they'll scream. They'll rock back and forth and beg it to stop. [Ugh. Begging. How contemptible.] It's a fascinating study.
[Clearly, he loves his experiments. And the best thing was this was now ready to frighten someone who was like him. Who performed their tricks on the human mind. What would frighten him? He has to wonder.]