just_muse_me 22.5.1 An interrogation [rp for arkhams_dr]

[gothams_dent]

[OOC: Set toward the end of Batman Begins.]

Assistant District Attorney Harvey Dent smoothed his tie as he stepped into the room where he was to be interrogating--no, he reminded himself, interviewing--Arkham Asylum's most prominent resident, one Dr. Jonathan Crane. Gotham police had captured the doctor whose mysterious chemicals now infected

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[arkhams_dr]

Jonathan Crane was giving up. Not on establishing fear as the root of all mankind’s problems, not on being the sorely-needed savior the world needed when he cured it, not even on using Gotham City as a example to everyone else on the planet; no, he wasn’t giving up on his noble goals. What he was conceding was the attempt to put a rational framework around what appeared to be occurring at the moment

[arkhams_dr]

"Oh, he's a man with lots of friends. Not like you, Mr. Dent. In fact, you have acquaintances in common. You know his friends, but they're not your friends." Crane's lips stretched into a rictus-like grin. "Is it very lonely? I imagine it is."

[gothams_dent]

"What acquaintances do we have in common, Dr. Crane?" Harvey asked, his eyes lighting up.

[arkhams_dr]

Enunciating each word carefully, Crane said, "Little blue men. Or is that little men in blue? Hrmm. little boy blue come blow your horn... yes, little men all in blue."

[gothams_dent]

"Blue men - police officers," Harvey said, putting it together quickly. "Which ones?"

[arkhams_dr]

"one, two, buckle my shoe, three, four, shut the door... I think it's time I shut my mouth, Mr. Dent. Where's my lawyer?"

[gothams_dent]

So he was cognizant enough to know when to be quiet. "Just like I thought," Harvey said. "Well, then. No deal, Dr. Crane." He got up.

[arkhams_dr]

"A deal? Oh, Mr. Dent, you don't have the ability to make the deal I need. Send me someone with friends, and we'll see. Otherwise, shoo, fly, shoo."

[gothams_dent]

"I'm friends with the D.A. and he's got plenty of friends, Crane. He authorized me to make a deal. But not if you won't cooperate." Harvey took hold of his briefcase, preparing to leave.

[arkhams_dr]

"Mr. Finch? He's your friend? Oh, I'm so sorry to tell you this, Harvey," but the high-pitched giggle contradicted the words, "but Mr. Finch has become the kind of bird that swims. Well, not so much "swims" as "drowns." Maybe you'd like to make that deal in exchange for some fishing tips?"

[gothams_dent]

Harvey glared, blood running cold at Crane's remarks. "What do you know about Finch?"

[arkhams_dr]

"I know he flew away home...any more precise directions, and I'll need some sort of concessions."