Being a student at Gotham University wasn’t for the weak. Testing was rigid, teachers were less than great, and most of all ; it was dangerous. Then again, there wasn’t a part of Gotham that wasn’t. Despite this, it was known as one of the more ‘prestigious’ universities in the area, and prided itself on being just that.

The campus attracted people from all walks of life, people either getting in because they were insanely smart or their parents had an insane amount of money. You were the former, majoring in Psychology.

So, inevitability, when you were looking at on campus intern positions the first one that came up was with Dr. Crane, Gotham University's Professor of Psychology, specifically honing in on behavior and abnormality in relation to fear. It suited your interests perfectly.

You were not ignorant of Crane’s reputation, even being on campus for as short of a time as you had. He (ironically, the professor of fear) was creepy. Unsettling, like he had some kind of sadistic secret.

Then again, this was Gotham.

At least… you thought so.

You had approached him a few months with your proposal of taking up the position, having left the interaction feeling… creeped out. He looked at you like a specimen, curious yet almost judgmental, unsettlingly clinical. But, he still accepted your proposal, stating that you would get to work next week.

Next week, was weeks ago now. You had been working as Crane's aid for a few months, mostly reviewing assignments and the occasional coffee run, but working for him nonetheless.

He was calm, menacingly so, and though he had never been volitile you still felt very on edge, like the slightest thing wrong could set him off.

Today was like any normal day with him. It was after school, and you were in his office, annotating some papers for him to skim and grade as he inputed them with little interest, all of the papers being... not the best written. He sighed, deep, disappointed, a hushed masculine murmur.

"...This should be the last one, then you're free to go..."