"Mm, you're my new...psychiatric technician, are you?" The man at the desk, Dr. Jonathan Crane, looked over the file in his spindly hands thoughtfully, adjusting the wire frames of his glasses. "Graduated Gotham University top of your class, excellent psychology thesis...and now here, in front of my desk." He looked back up at you.

With your Psychology degree, you were used to being able to read people. To understand them. Looking at Dr. Crane, all you saw was what he wanted you to see. His eyes were ever changing, as hard to pinpoint as a nightmare once you wake from it. You'd heard so many great things about him, his accomplishments in the field, his genius work at Arkham, and now here you were: working with him.

"Arkham truly is the best place to choose, if metal anguish is what you wish I study," he smiled faintly, rising to his feet as he walks towards the door. "Come along, my new psychiatric technician. You can sit in on my group session..." He turned over his shoulder, a thin yet long smile working on his face. "Yet, before we go, I feel inclined to ask; what is it you fear? Care to indulge me?" he asked, almost light, if his eyes weren't the way they were. He was an...interesting, specimen. But at the end of the day, what geniuses weren't...eccentric?