- truth_or_dare - Discomfort - arkhams_dr -

[cranes_blood]

Elise Crane
Batman (OC)
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Elise Crane turned the small peppermint over in her mouth with tongue. She held it between her teeth for a few moments, considering spitting it into the trashcan. However, it went fully back into her mouth. No reason to waste the thing.

Of course, Father was right. It was unacceptable. However, he didn't understand how

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[arkhams_dr]

Crane walked in, shutting the door behind him. His expression wasn't quite its usual neutral state - everything about it suggested displeasure.

He sat, pulling out his file and spoke sharply to her. "Shall we begin?"

[cranes_blood]

Elise was very relieved she had decided against the mint. He-- Well, she hardly wanted to do anything more to irritate him.

"Of course," she replied.

[arkhams_dr]

"Let's not mince words. I've noticed a distinct change in your behavior. Do you have an explanation for this?"

[cranes_blood]

She bit her lip, considering his words and what to answer, distracted momentarily by the taste of the chapstick. Still, she brought her thoughts back to where they should be quickly.

"None that even I find satisfactory."

[arkhams_dr]

"Would you like to know something about the Scarecrow?" His voice was a harsh whisper as he pressed his cheek to hers, then, abruptly, he pulled away. He walked backwards to his desk, never taking his eyes from her, and pulled out something odd, something made of burlap, something ragged with two jagged tears almost like eyes.

[cranes_blood]

Her hand flexed, and Elise had to stop herself from grabbing at him when he pulled away. She watched as he pulled the burlap from his desk, her head tilting slightly as she moved forward on the couch, closer to the edge, watching him and it intently. Something about the Scarecrow? How could she resist? Maybe it would explain a few things that she'd been thinking and dreaming about lately.

[arkhams_dr]

Stil watching her, he pulled on the mask. "Do you see, Elise? This is the Scarecrow." His eyes stared out, fixing his gaze on her through the crude mask. He'd done this before with Nadine, in the session that had taken the last of her sanity.

He reached up, pulling the burlap apart at the crown.Now, only his face was covered, and he stepped closer to her, arms spread wide. "This is the Scarecrow."

[cranes_blood]

She stared, mouth parted slightly, as the pieces fell into place. This was the Scarecrow that her mother had screamed about, had been so afraid of. Elise wondered if, even though she hadn't known this, this was the same Scarecrow she'd dreamed about.

"That's why she said I was the Scarecrow's daughter," Elise said quietly, more to herself than to him, still staring, finding it hard to catch her breath.