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Post by Edward Nygma - The Riddler on Jul 22, 2019 19:45:39 GMT
The two orderlies handled him like a rag doll as he was shoved into a metal chair. Edward merely gave them a condescending smirk as they attached his straight jacket to the table in front of him, preventing Edward from moving anywhere far. He found it all quite dramatic for a simple doctor session, but he supposed the pen accidentally snapping and slitting his prior doctor’s hand open had increased paranoia among the staff. Edward certainly did not believe himself to blame for such an accident. He had only been tinkering with the pen when the doctor had once again left him alone to take a call with her apparently troublemaker child’s school. How was he to blame for her lack of parenting skills? No matter, he had grown accustomed to the straight jacket.
He waited patiently in the room for his new doctor, who he hoped would provide at least some resemblance of a decent conversation. It had been six months since the Batman had foiled his plans, and while engaging into internal argument over how the Bat had accomplished it could provide mental exercise, there truly had been lackluster conversations that left him bored and annoyed. The people in Arkham were far too simple and easily manipulated. He had already determined his escape, yet he planned to bide his time until he determined his next riddle for Gotham. Unfortunately, biding his time left him in the continue surrounding of the incompetent. He would have to make do.
He had already learned of his new doctor, and he had grown curious over him. Apparently, the orderlies were quite afraid of the doctor. Edward had reached such a conclusion by the way each orderly would speak his name quietly or would use the good doctors name in a threat to intimidate Edward, not that Edward found it intimidating at all. The orderlies, guards, nurse, and kitchen employees were all afraid of the man that it actually was quite difficult to get information on him. Dr. Jonathan Crane. The only information Edward had managed to garner prior to the meeting was that the man had worked here for some time and that all of his patients were more insane than others. It actually made Edward quite curious because he rarely was unable to obtain information, and he felt intrigue over the potential of a new riddle. He continued to sit the in the chair and began to whistle a tune to entertain himself as he waited.
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Post by Dr. Jonathan Crane on Jul 22, 2019 22:15:33 GMT
The case load had been piling up lately. It seemed that ever since the masked wanderer had hit the streets that there was an abundance of intakes. The facility had never been light on the amount of people that it took in, but lately the more pathological had managed to find their way here. Arkham Asylum was not a stranger to the criminally pathological but there was no denying that the recent numbers had increased, at least on his desk.
A new patient had been put across the desk earlier this morning. It wasn’t something he could get to until later because of a rather suddenly unruly patient that he’d been working with for just under a week. It was unfortunate that she had turned to such a psychotic break, but he had warned in his notes that something like this was likely to happen. Under his supervision she had been exhibiting many of the signs of getting progressively worse. Her paranoia had already reached it’s peak before she’d started seeing him and had only gotten worse hereafter. He’d made certain recommendations for her now that he was currently dealing with.
A young girl, no older than 19 was being drug in front of his walk by two larger security. He had called them after she had physically attacked him. Since he was a busy man there was no time to waste between patients and he was on his way to see his newest one. As she was being pulled away in front of him he walked through the hall of tinted glass panes that held various inmates. The young girl struggled and screamed in the securities grip as the doctor stopped in front of the new patients holding room instead of continuing to follow. Dr. Crane opened the glass pane just as she broke free and pointed at Dr. Crane. “Don’t listen to him! Don’t LISTEN TO HIM!” She screamed as they tried to restrain her once more. “I’m not crazy. HE’S GOT BLOOD UNDER HIS NAILS.” The girl accused him once more before she was finally hauled off.
The doctor seemed unphased by the outburst and walked into the room where they were holding his new patient. His eyes glanced over the chart a few times and he idly thumbed through the pages. After a few moments he slid his card to make the glass shut and came forward to this ‘Edward Nygma.’ Dr. Crane set his clipboard down on the other side of the table. The straight jacket seemed like a bit much for the mans size and stature, but apparently he had been prone to violence. “Mr. Nygma I am doctor Jonathan Crane. I will be facilitating your treatment from this moment forward. I assume that you know why you’ve been transferred, so I doubt we’ll need to spend time on that, unless you have further questions as to why you are here.” He noted to him but didn’t wait very long to continue. “Unfortunate that you had to see that.” His gaze went to the now tinted pane to the side of them. “An unfortunate occurrence of events at a busy time.” The doctor mentioned again and picked up his chart to thumb through it once more.
There hadn’t been a lot of time to look Mr. Nygma’s history over considering the sudden influx of patients that he’d had to deal with. It would be something that he would dive deeper into now that he had him in the same room with him. He knew about his crimes and his behavior inside of these walls but it was certain that there was much more to discover. The straight jacket really was a bit much for the situation. Dr. Crane wasn’t afraid of the man and it reflected the staffs paranoia more than it did anything else. It was not a good outlook to give the patients further power by allowing them to believe that there was some kind of tilted balance of fear in this facility. No, Mr. Nygma would not be using that in this room. “Would you like to be released from that?” He asked and pointed at the buckles around his arms in the jacket. It was better to ask regardless of his own opinion. Perhaps Mr. Nygma enjoyed being unable to move.
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Post by Edward Nygma - The Riddler on Jul 23, 2019 2:41:27 GMT
He patiently waited in the room, not expecting the doctor to be on time. He had noticed that Arkham Asylum and the employees within it were incredibly disorganized. When the door opened three minutes after the designated time revealing the good doctor and a screaming patient, Edward’s brow perked in curiosity and humor. The girl’s words meant little to him because she was clearly unstable like many of the other residents in this building. On an unrelated note, it was actually fairly insulting that the Gotham justice system felt that Arkham Asylum and not Blackgate Penitentiary would suit his expertise, an example of the unintelligent having no grasp over the pure genius set before them. The doctor appeared uninterested in the girl’s outburst, but to Edward it did seem like the glass door was kept opened a little longer than necessary, granting Edward an opportunity to hear all of her accusations. He briefly wondered if the action was done on purpose or accidentally.
Edward stayed silent as he observed the new doctor before him. Would this one last longer than the others? The longest had been nearly three weeks. His green eyes flicked over his form that appeared a tad too dishevel for a professional appearance, either the man did not care about his appearance or the man had no sense in style, or both. It appeared he had not done his research on him beforehand because the doctor appeared too reliant on the information in his file. Interesting and disappointing. He continued to merely listen as Jonathan introduced himself, using the opportunity to learn was he could about the unknown doctor. He appeared efficient, which he appreciated enough. Except once again, the doctor appeared to linger on the action of the prior patient a little too long, and once again, Edward was curious if it was done on purpose. He decided not to linger on it, and instead introduced himself. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Crane,” he said as his lips pulled into a partial smirk, “As you know, I am Edward Nygma. I do hope you have better success than the lasts. The others were quite painfully dull, and I am already quite bored here.”
He noticed the doctor’s continued glances at straight jacket and how it appeared to bother the doctor more than him. He found that fact oddly entertaining, and when he offered him release from it, he decided to prod at the idea. “Whichever would make you feel most comfortable, Dr. Crane. I, after all, am only a guest here, and I would not want to make my host uncomfortable,” he offered politely, though in all truth he wanted to know the answer of which the doctor preferred in hopes to get a glimpse into his mind.
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Post by Dr. Jonathan Crane on Jul 23, 2019 3:35:19 GMT
The doctor jotted a few notes down in front of Mr. Nygma as he spoke. It was just a few notes, mostly to himself, for later. Keeping a good profile of notes just assisted him to stay on track. There were many things that he wouldn’t take notes on but for his first meeting it was alright. “If your impression of them is to be entertained then I am not surprised that you were disappointed.” He commented in an agreement with Mr. Nygma. The company that was kept around him in staff wasn’t the most pleasant to be around. He avoided them most of the time and only talked with them when he needed to. He could focus on his own work better that way. It wasn’t difficult to avoid conversation with them, it seemed like the staff went out of their way to avoid him.
Without needing to hear anymore he got up and took off each buckle rather slowly. It gave him all the time he needed to look Edward over and gauge how comfortable he was with the situation or closeness in general. Upon having a closure proximity to the doctor it would be apparent that his eyes were quite sunken in. It didn’t look like he slept well or was entirely overworked. It was also apparent that the doctor was much thinner than a man should be for being over 6 foot. It seemed like sleep and nourishment were foreign concepts to him for being a doctor.
After he was done he moved away from Mr. Nigma and took his seat again. If he wanted to become violent it would just be more to add to his notes. Becoming violent would also lead to a change in venue, but at the moment it didn’t seem like Mr. Nigma had the current desire. “Comfort is not the word I would use to describe being in this place. However, It’s difficult to do an assessment when all you can do is talk.” He spoke and jotted down a few more notes before he turned his focus completely on Mr. Nigma.
“I think it’s wise to begin with a series of tests if you are willing.” He offered despite whether his peers had given him testing already. He’d had a few intake test scores but it wasn’t anything he was interested in. There were several recommended diagnoses but the only one appealing was the highest score on impulsivity. It was a good indicator for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. That could be something to note if they were to move forward with treatment. That is why he had purposefully left the jacket on him despite unbuckling everything. The job was left half finished. These behaviors were better left observed when he had free range of motion and speech. “I don’t want to repeat anything you’ve gone through. I wouldn’t want to waste either of our time.” He clarified and pulled out a small silver case from his jacket pocket and laid it on the table.
“While I am preparing that. Tell me about why you believe you are here Mr. Nygma.”
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Post by Edward Nygma - The Riddler on Jul 25, 2019 2:18:42 GMT
Based on the fact that it had been difficult to obtain any information on Dr. Crane, he had assumed he had little contact with other staff, and it was only confirmed with his statement. It appeared the man worked alone, and his vibrant personality certainly did not give off the most friendly of impressions. He watched as the man got up and went to adjust the buckles. At first, Edward had confirmed it as a conclusion that the jacket did indeed bothered the doctor far more than him, but then moments clicked on and buckles were still being removed in the slowest fashion he had ever seen. It caused him to shift a bit annoyed with the incompetence of it. It hardly should take more than a minute to undo, and yet here they were wasting precious time. His lips tilted into the slightest of frowns, though he immediately forced a neutral expression and tried to distract his mind away from the incompetence. His eyes glanced over his rather unhealthy appearance. He obviously did not sleep or eat, which either suggested the man did overwork or their was something far more bothering the man that kept him up at night. What an odd man to fall into the field of psychology. . .
Thankfully, the man appeared finished, well at least he finished the tediously long unbuckling as Edward had movement to his arms, but he left the job clearly half-done. It was by far annoying, and Edward sat there determining how to best address this utter lack of completion, watching the doctor returned to his seat. Far too bothered to sit their in a straight jacket with his arms dangling about, he finished the job in a quick smooth motion, removing the straight jacket. "90 percent of communication is non-verbal," he agreed as he folded the jacket and placed it on the table. He then leaned back in his chair, finally settled to address this lonely man. "Then don't. I don't appreciate my time being wasted, and to be rather blunt, because it appears a necessity with the lack of intelligence in this building, I am not mentally insane," he informed, and then smirked with his next request.
"You should know why I am here. I do not think I need to explain how I managed to take over the city with a few simple steps, and how the city, unable to recognize my genius, put my here out of there own fear of it," he answered as if it were obvious, his hands stretching to the air like a dramatic conductor.
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Post by Dr. Jonathan Crane on Jul 30, 2019 16:15:33 GMT
Dr. Crane paid close attention to what he did with the jacket. He was very bothered by the jacket. So bothered that he even took the time to fold the jacket before putting it on the table. He didn’t feel the need to write that in his notes so he didn’t but a mental observation was kept close. Nygma had moved into several other dramatics and theatrically carried his own story through the room. It was as if he was expecting him to experience it in real time instead of telling him a story about why he was here. There was no doubt that Nygma knew why he had ended up here, but whether he felt as if he deserved to be here seemed to be in contention.
“Ah…People do seem to flock to hysteria with the slightest bit of something not in the norm.” He mentioned and opened the small silver case to reveal three empty syringes and a vial of clear liquid with no label on it. “I had experienced this hysteria myself.” He disclosed to Nygma if not to just relate with him on some level. They were nothing alike in terms of what was reality, but he had been subjected to society overreacting to something that they clearly didn’t understand. “You’re saying that you are here because of this hysteria and not because of any crime committed.” He stated just to clarify with him while he jotted something down in his notes.
Insane? No, Nygma didn’t strike him as insane. There were clear indications that his approach to problems was well outside of social norms but that was not an indication hat he wasn’t present with what he thought was reality. Nygma’s reality seemed to ignore any actual crime committed and focused on how people didn’t see him the way that he wanted them to. That was a problem, as far as the state was concerned and was the only thing so far that he would note. “If by chance the state allowed your release what would you do?” He asked as a follow up question to it. Dr. Crane didn’t expect an honest answer, he rarely got one. There was more to be said for how someone answered than taking everything at face value. The reality of the matter was people rarely ever said what they truly meant. Truth was something that he had been working very hard on lately and he planned to demonstrate.
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