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"what is your opinion on the brodney clamp? is it too sexual for you to consider using in body horror?"

"There is nothing sexual about a retrograde urethrogram." The Doctor answers with his brow pinching above the bridge of his nose.

"And in all honesty, mutilating genitalia is such a cheap form of torture. I don't need men sobbing on my surgical table to keep their fucking penis. I want them sobbing as I string their innards above their heads and turn their bodies into a work of art."

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“You’re not going to uh, hurt me”

"Not necessarily."

The Doctor answers simply as he scrutinises the madman before him. An emotionless gaze examines every detail of his bizarre getup.

"Unless you show any animosity towards me, Joker. Then I guarantee I shall do my very worst to you. Does that not sound fair?"

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The Doctor scrutinises Dicks response with a predatory intensity. Cool eyes catching every little twitch of his facial features. Noting the tension in his jaw.

Pursing his lips when the vigilante tries to call his bluff, he tests pressing a little harder. Just to note how Dick responds to added pressure.

"Hmm." He gives a simple acknowledgement of Graysons statement. With a lamentful sigh, he pulls his thumb out of the wound. Wiping away the blood in a rag that he fetches from his belt. He lets Grayson think he's correct, that no serious damage can be done. His mein twisting as if he has been woefully outsmarted.

Oh, how William loves to act.

"Let's get one thing clear, Grayson." Picking back up his scalpel, that façade fades completely into an expression of twisted confidence. He sets a hand on his forearm to keep it steady and presses the blade into the wound. Gouging deep enough to sever the median nerve completely.

Dicks arm would light up in agony. Pins and needles surge under his skin whilst other areas would numb completely. But best of all, his ability to move his forearm and his hand would become alarmingly impaired.

Slipping the scalpel free, William stands and slams a hand against the headrest by Dicks head. Looming over him as he brings the scalpel threateningly close to Dicks throat.

"You are useless to the Court unless you fight for them. So I'm going to keep causing damage until you realise that I'm the only one who can fix you."

A sinister smile cracks across his lips as the vigilante listens to Dicks cocky response. Clearly the younger man doesnt realise just what William has in store for him. Leaning back and setting the scalpel down, he keeps his other hand tight on the vigilante's forearm. His thumb resting just below the small incision.

"Oh, I wouldn't call this a waste of time." White teeth reveal themselves in the form of a callous grin. And with a gentle push, his thumb jams into the incision he has created. Sliding past sliced muscle to push right against the median nerve.

The moment his digit touches the sensitive bundle of tissue, Dicks entire forearm along with his hand would feel as if it had been set ablaze. Every nerve fibre burning to an agonising degree as the tissues are duped by the pressure exerted by his thumb. Fingers would curl, his muscles will spasm. Until his hand stiffens into a fist that burns in a twisted agony.

"Considering this is what happens when I simply pinch the nerve, imagine what damage I could cause if I sever it completely."

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@arkhampsych -CLOSED RP-

the flourescent lit confines of his opulent office, Dr. William Green mulls over a few files strewn across his mahogany desk. Pale eyes scowering over every detail of information he has managed to gleam about Dr. Johnathan Crane.

His research that was conducted at Arkham Asylum has been kept a pretty well guarded secret. But rumours have certainly been spread. Questions raised about the ethicalities of the treatments Dr. Crane has utilised with his patients.

Patients who seem to end up far more hysteric after Dr. Cranes involvement.

And while some might see a malpracticing doctor, or even an inhumaine psychopath, Dr. Green sees a potential business partner.

After all, advances in moderm medicine come so much quicker when one is not held to ethical codes.

Closing over the file as he hears footsteps approaching his office door, the CEO sits back in his chair as his secretary opens the door to allow his guest to enter. A scheduled meeting for 10am, and the Doctor is on time.

"Dr. Crane." William greets as he stands out of his chair and extends a hand across the table, gesturing to the seat directly opposite his desk. His secretary closes the door the moment Dr. Crane enters the room, leaving them to conduct their business in private.

"Please, take a seat."

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Fighting Starters

*punches you in the _____ *

*aims gun at you*

*slaps you*

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*kicks you*

*shoots you in the _____ *

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*tries to run away*

“I don’t want to fight you”

“Stand down”

“Stop hitting me”

“Why aren’t you fighting back?”

“Ready to give up yet?”

“You’re not going to hurt me”

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BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

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The Doctor takes a moment to adjust his tie and chuckles.

"Arbitrary questions by police is far more palliative than a wasted week in court. I will take the former." Turning to face the entrance of the alleyway where he knows his chauffeur is waiting, he doesn't bother casting the dying man another glance.

"Keep in touch." He muses, before he begins to walk away towards the entrance to the alley.

The death of his employee doesn't phase him. If anything, it makes him angry.

Who had dared to show their teeth and try to threaten his life? He would have to do some digging himself. Perhaps he could suss out the perpetrators before the vigilante can.

It would give him a chance to plan an exquisitely brutal torture for them.

The Doctor simply shrugs off the vigilantes dismissal of his demand. Adjusting his briefcase into his other hand as he glances down at his watch.

"Well in that case, I would rather get going. The last thing I need is the police showing up and needing me to play witness at the inevitable murder trial. However-" lowering his hand, he pulls out a businesscard from his pocket and extends it towards the vigilante.

"Should you manage to identify whoever did this, I would appreciate a call. Id very much like to know who would be trying to make an attempt on my life."

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A sinister smile cracks across his lips as the vigilante listens to Dicks cocky response. Clearly the younger man doesnt realise just what William has in store for him. Leaning back and setting the scalpel down, he keeps his other hand tight on the vigilante's forearm. His thumb resting just below the small incision.

"Oh, I wouldn't call this a waste of time." White teeth reveal themselves in the form of a callous grin. And with a gentle push, his thumb jams into the incision he has created. Sliding past sliced muscle to push right against the median nerve.

The moment his digit touches the sensitive bundle of tissue, Dicks entire forearm along with his hand would feel as if it had been set ablaze. Every nerve fibre burning to an agonising degree as the tissues are duped by the pressure exerted by his thumb. Fingers would curl, his muscles will spasm. Until his hand stiffens into a fist that burns in a twisted agony.

"Considering this is what happens when I simply pinch the nerve, imagine what damage I could cause if I sever it completely."

The Doctor chuckles slightly over the idea of mutually assured destruction. Its not as if Grayson will ever step out of this facility again unless he is entirely under the Courts control.

He supposes he has nothing to lose with telling him his name, but anonymity gives him an advantage for now.

Upon hearing Graysons response, the Doctor scoffed lightly and rolls his eyes. High school biology, what a fucking joke.

"This comes less as a lecture and more of a warning." Moving his thumb down slightly, the cool steel of his scalpel presses in just the right spot. And with a quick flick of his wrist, the scalpel sinks into Dicks skin. Crimson welling past the metal to the surface.

The incision is quick and deep. Calculated exactly to leave the vigilante's forearm with a clean cut that will give the Doctor access to exactly what he needs.

"Your Median nerve runs along here." He raises the scalpel to trace the bloodied tip gently along his inner bicep, straight down to the clean incision he has just made.

"Have you any idea what would happen if I severed this nerve, Mr. Grayson?"

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