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Arkham Asylum.

It's a name that everyone in Gotham knows but also fears, it sits at the edge of town on a high hill that can only be reached by one or two winding, desolate roads. The original contractors probably weren't trying to make it look like something from a Vincent Price movie but over time it has grown to be just that, a place that is dark, haunted, and full of dangerous and disturbed people.

Not that the elected officials would say that, oh no, when they have to talk about Arkham it's always spoken as a state of the art hospital. Full of doctors and therapists who work day and night to help everyone who goes there.

But that couldn't be further than the truth.

Edward Nygma hasn't been in Arkham long but already he knows that this isn't a place where people go to get better, it's a place where they go to be broken.
Forgotten.
Buried.

But he refuses to be one of them, he will escape, because at it's core Arkham is just one big puzzle.
And puzzles are his forte.

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From:

phobophilia

"And how old do you think I am, Mr. Nygma?"

A touch of amusement, he was pretty young for a professor, of course, but he might actually be younger than Edward, but he doubted it. He should have read the man's papers.

"Ahh, yes, that I was told about. Your friendship with Oswald Cobblepot, I would like to dig deeper into that in another session."

Making a note as he looked back at him. "Well, tell me about her. "

From:

whatam_i

"I'd place you around 28-30 years old."

Part of Ed is relieved to hear that Crane wants to dig into his relationship with Oswald at a later date, a date he hopes will never actually arrive since his relationship with Oswald is....complicated to say the very least.

"She worked in records for the GCPD and after months of admiring her from afar I finally got up the courage to talk to her." A pause as he makes a slight face. "She didn't seem to like me very much at first, I think she thought I was weird and she got very upset when I tried to reorganize her filing system."

Another pause and he looks at Crane, "I was just trying to help. It was flawed and I knew a much better way of doing it."

From:

phobophilia

"Thirty five, but thank you for the compliment."

He meant it too, while he didn't look his age, his gauntness didn't often help. It was possible that Edward could keep him distracted from ever actually asking, but who knew. If he caught a hint of fear he would zero in on it.

"Sounds like a real peach." He spoke, sounding a little bored, but not judging. That was just his normal tone. His eyes showed he was not as bored as he sounded. "I can see where you would think that would help. Remind me to let you into my office next time Jerry gets on me about filing." He added playfully. "However, professionally I should say it was an invasion of privacy to do that, somehow I doubt that was your intention."

From:

whatam_i

"Really? Well, that actually makes you a year older than me."

He admits with a little chuckle.

"And no, it wasn't my intention to upset her. I thought that if I helped her she might like me a little more but it didn't really work."

Edited Date: 2024-10-03 04:09 am (UTC)

From:

phobophilia

Jonathan managed to smile at that, which did wonders for him, a shame he has that resting bitch face going on most of the time. The smile makes he looks almost handsome. "Well, clearly we must have gone at the same time, just didn't cross paths, a shame that."

Nodding some as Edward explained. "Well, sadly, we cannot control how others perceive our actions. In the future, I would say, as your doctor, to offer before doing."

From:

whatam_i

"A great shame, it would have been nice to have someone intelligent to talk to back then."

But at least they're talking now.

"Oh I don't bother offering anymore, but with Kristen I wanted her to like me. I thought it was a lost cause but eventually after I saved her life, she warmed up to me."

From:

phobophilia

"Indeed." It would have been nice to have someone besides his mentor worth talking too.

"While I see what you were trying to do. It is best to remember you cannot force people to like you. Even by doing them a kindness. As we cannot control other thoughts, they may not understand what you were meaning." Jonathan offered, one more note jotted down.

"Well, these sessions are always too short, same time on Friday?" He asked as the guard was rapping on the door to signal, leaning a little closer as he stood. "Stay out of trouble and I will bring you a crossword. We must keep that mind sharp."