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Nothing of consequence ever transpired between Arkhamโs main entrance and its preliminary security checkpoint. Crane avoided The Institutions large - vaulted - doors to the best of his ability, fearing heโd become roped into what he described as ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฃ. Officials of Gotham Cityโs Police Department and The District Attorneyโs office drifted in a flock of contentious banter, filling the grand hall with a steady hum of chatter. Likely discussing the overindulgence of funds put towards research or which inmates would be better accommodated at Stonegate,
โ You were right โ โ The Good Doctor nearly succumbed to his vexation at being addressed the second he stepped through The Asylumโs vaulted entryway. He watched impatiently as an ADA weaved through a crowd of pampered hair and pressed suits. โ I often am ... โ Crane muttered dryly, continuing his urgent pace to the other end of the polished floor.
The ADA, ever so eager to exchange rumor for financial gratification, chased after Crane. His steps quickened to match The Doctorโs purposeful footfall, โ Nobodyโs heard from her in days โ her office is paranoid, they already launched an investigation. โ The Doctorโs poised stride ceased. He considered the assistant district attorneyโs words and lowered his voice, โ weโd better talk. โ
โ There he is, Doctor โ ? โ It was time he better acquaint himself with Arkhamโs secure ward entrance โฆ
He turned with an inaudible ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ง๐ง. A member of Arkhamโs board Waved him over to a man Crane didnโt recognize. He joined them reluctantly. โ This is our Chief Administrator, Doctor Jonathan Crane. โ Though a practiced smile parted Craneโs lips he moved his briefcase to his front, gripping its handle with two hands so that he wasnโt entitled to offer one in greeting. โ Mr. Wayne has taken an interest in Arkhamโs distribution of funds. Maybe you can entertain him with your good work. โ
๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ฏ๐ฆ ? It was just a name. He had forgotten there was a living entity still attached to its legacy. The Doctor studied the visage associated with the name, surprised he hadnโt recognized someone of such acclaim standing in his Institution. โ oh, I wouldnโt want to keep you from your business at the asylum. โ
โ Tell him about your research. โ The Board Member parted, giving Crane a much aggrieved pat on the shoulder. The Doctor straightened up and cleared his throat Ignoring the light pang of irritation that disrupted his engineered courtesy, โ I suppose youโd like to see my department. โ