arkham asylum is the belly of the beast, frank is convinced of it. it is a perdition he's sentenced himself to for the sake of the mission which has become drawn out in the most excruciating way. multiple instances have led to his solitary confinement, much to the amusement of the guards, but one of the begrudging lights of his sentence is @morefearless.
frank stands under one of the shower heads, allowing the lukewarm water to hit him. he is finally allowed some privacy, blessedly. however, at the sound of the heavy door opening, he glances at the entrance quickly, only to find dr. quinzel, dressed in the outfit she'd worn earlier. he is not abashed about his nudity, but can't help but feel entirely exposed, vulnerable. and he can't quite help but wonder if that is intentional. the water is turned off a moment later.
"ain't it a bit late for a last-minute session?" he asks, amused, over the sound of running water as he takes her in.
