askd0ctorjcrane

[askd0ctorjcrane]

You and Zee's rps are the reason I made my own rp account. You are so freaking cool and Im so happy to have found your page.

//WOW. That is seriously so flattering thank you. It means the world to me whenever I can help push someone into getting their amazing work out there.<3.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Personally, I believe you're one of the most canon accurate

//AW. Thank you.<3.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Confess something you've thought about me on anon

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Ah. If you would not mind.

Hands you a tin of pumpkin scented slime. It doesn’t smell like fake pumpkin. It smells like someone genuinely gutted a pumpkin

AUTISM EYES.

…thank you for this rather lovely smelling gift.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Hands you a tin of pumpkin scented slime. It doesn’t smell like fake pumpkin. It smells like someone genuinely gutted a pumpkin

AUTISM EYES.

…thank you for this rather lovely smelling gift.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Spooky fruity southern man

I assume you are using the adjective ‘fruity’ with its slang meaning. If said assumption is correct I am unsure why my sexuality is of such concern to you people.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

//YES. THE HROOS ARE CANON.

*The man was simply passing through the area and decided to stop in for a quick chat.*

*He looked around Nygma's lab, gazing with curious intrigue to the various mechanical projects strewn about. As he lowers his head, he meets the man's eyes.*

"Hm... Mr. Nygma, sir. Quick question, if you wouldn't mind."

"I know you are Dr. Crane's best confidant... I've heard a rumor, and I wanted to know if it's true..."

*He looked left and right before leaning in and cupping his mouth to continue the conversation in private.*

"I imagine you've heard him laugh before... is... i-is it true that... when he laughs... it sounds like... 'hroo, hraa'?"

*The man spoke with intense gravitas, as though they were discussing a weapon of mass destruction.*

- The War Profiteer

Profiteer. Hello there. And yes, your assumption is correct. Crane does indeed go “Hroo Hraa.” Only under extreme humor however.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

The sound of GCPD vehicles grew louder.

Go…

*After fleeing the blood-bath of a scene he stumbled upon, to fetch medical aid, the man burst back through the now-crooked and bowed-out door of the lab.*

"My god, Dr. Crane!"

*He kneeled down to his collapsed comrade, with tears in his eyes, and pulled him onto his lap.*

*He pulled out numerous tablets of opioids he still had in his possession from his own near-death experience. He encouraged the dazed man to swallow the pills before reaching to set the man's broken bones back into place.*

"I-I'm sorry, this will hurt." - The War Profiteer

OOC// Let me know if you have a different course in mind for this plot point. I don't want to intrude

He hardly seemed to respond to the pain. Despite the blood pooling from his wounds, it seemed the thing pulling him closest to death was… exhaustion? He was pale and breathing shallowly. The pills only provided minimal aid.

//thats all good! The gcpd are gonna show up soon but that’s about it.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

I cannot control what you dream.

Please tell me you have this big vocabulary and proper English with a thick Georgian accent

As I was born on Georgia naturally I did have an accent, however it has weakened significantly as the years go by in Gotham.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Please tell me you have this big vocabulary and proper English with a thick Georgian accent

As I was born on Georgia naturally I did have an accent, however it has weakened significantly as the years go by in Gotham.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

There was no response. The man seemed near comatose. Shaking more than he could support.

*After fleeing the blood-bath of a scene he stumbled upon, to fetch medical aid, the man burst back through the now-crooked and bowed-out door of the lab.*

"My god, Dr. Crane!"

*He kneeled down to his collapsed comrade, with tears in his eyes, and pulled him onto his lap.*

*He pulled out numerous tablets of opioids he still had in his possession from his own near-death experience. He encouraged the dazed man to swallow the pills before reaching to set the man's broken bones back into place.*

"I-I'm sorry, this will hurt." - The War Profiteer

OOC// Let me know if you have a different course in mind for this plot point. I don't want to intrude

He hardly seemed to respond to the pain. Despite the blood pooling from his wounds, it seemed the thing pulling him closest to death was… exhaustion? He was pale and breathing shallowly. The pills only provided minimal aid.

//thats all good! The gcpd are gonna show up soon but that’s about it.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

He held up the jar with joker’s eyes.

*knocking rhythmically* Jonnnnnnn. You called?

Yes. …Given how our last plan went, I thought you could perhaps benifits from a drink. I find it the best remedy.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

It was late and Jeremiah was sitting in the infirmary of Arkham Asylum watching over Roman and Jonathan who were asleep. They had been brought to the asylum only a couple hours prior in severe states of injury.

Jonathan had multiple cuts and deep wounds, glass in many of his injuries along with a nearly shattered hand and a stab wound in his other that Crane was lucky did not reach all the way through. Deep claw marks stretched down Roman’s chest, back, and arms from attempting to shield himself from what the police called an ‘unknown assailant’.

Though, with dread and guilt, Jeremiah could piece together what had truly happened. Not that he would ever inform the police. The crows? The scratch marks? The oddly quick temper? Scarebeast was back. And Roman had caused its return.

He had only seen Scarebeast once, from a distance. And he had a feeling that this was not going to be an isolated incident. Jeremiah hummed softly — a coping mechanism as he busied himself, fretting over his child and partner as he waited for them to wake up.

The police, nor medics at Arkham couldn’t quite explain it. But the cause of Jonathan’s critical condition was in fact not the bloodloss he had suffered. Instead metabolic exhaustion was to blame. It was as if something had come and stolen the life from his body. It only confirmed Jeremiah’s suspicions. It also meant that when the man began to awaken, in a torturous amount of pain. The pills his ally had given him having long worn off, with IVs and tubes barely keeping him from collapsing off the edge, deep down he wished he didn’t.

…Jeremiah?

[askd0ctorjcrane]

*After fleeing the blood-bath of a scene he stumbled upon, to fetch medical aid, the man burst back through the now-crooked and bowed-out door of the lab.*

"My god, Dr. Crane!"

*He kneeled down to his collapsed comrade, with tears in his eyes, and pulled him onto his lap.*

*He pulled out numerous tablets of opioids he still had in his possession from his own near-death experience. He encouraged the dazed man to swallow the pills before reaching to set the man's broken bones back into place.*

"I-I'm sorry, this will hurt." - The War Profiteer

OOC// Let me know if you have a different course in mind for this plot point. I don't want to intrude

He hardly seemed to respond to the pain. Despite the blood pooling from his wounds, it seemed the thing pulling him closest to death was… exhaustion? He was pale and breathing shallowly. The pills only provided minimal aid.

//thats all good! The gcpd are gonna show up soon but that’s about it.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Hm. Speaking of. Would you like to see something rather entertaining?

*knocking rhythmically* Jonnnnnnn. You called?

Yes. …Given how our last plan went, I thought you could perhaps benifits from a drink. I find it the best remedy.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

You talk like you have a French accent...

…Please do enlighten me. How so? Last I was aware I have an accent befitting the place I was born.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

//OMG. I love this thank you so much.

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