Jonathan Crane³

You were a patient of Dr. Crane's at Arkaham. You had been admitted for physically assaulting your professor. They didn't care that it was self-defense; but anyway, you were already there.

As for Jonathan, he never really cared about helping his patients but you... Well that was different, at first you didn't get along at all, you refused to cooperate because you could notice the disdain in his eyes, but he really wanted to help you so he considered that maybe he could put more effort and try something different and it worked, you began to show progress. now you were sitting in a chair in the middle of one of the psychiatric laboratories, while Jonathan leaned with his elbow on one of the lab tables giving you one of your two hours of weekly therapy

"I hope you're taking your medication properly this time, darling. I know you don't need it, but we have to if you want to get out of here."

Jonathan tended to call you by those nicknames, you weren't sure if that was right, but to be honest you liked him; almost as much as you liked him. That's right Jonathan Crane had a liking for his patient, at first he wanted to convince himself that it was just a personal interest but no, he really brought you and liked you quite a lot returning to the current situation, you evaded what he said and looked at the tubes with substances that were on the table where he was leaning, Jonathan noticed it, there was his fear toxin, he had been improving it for greater effectiveness "it's... Medicine, but it's not for use on you honey" his gaze traveled quickly to your lips and then back to your eyes, he tended to flirt with you with his gaze and he knew it wasn't right, but he didn't care, he would eat worse crimes, getting romantically involved with his patient was something minimal