So Long Ago : arkhams_dr

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The lock clicked, and Duela Dent drew her key out before opening the door. She closed and locked the door behind her, making her way down several flights of stairs

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[arkhams_dr]

Crane was observing the effects of his latest iteration of gas. It simply wouldn't do - something was off. He'd hoped it would be a delayed reaction, but all the test subjects had immediately begun clawing their eyes out. Obviously, he'd need to make more adjustments.

As he finished taking the final notes, he thought he heard someone calling his name. He stepped out into the hallway, blinking and looking around.

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Sure enough, a blond young woman was standing over the chemistry set, observing the reactions occurring without touching anything, her hair pulled back away from her face. She couldn't guess what chemicals were interacting. She'd know if she saw the notes, but just seeing the results in a beaker, it was difficult to tell.

Still, that did not diminish the interest she showed, and one hand's fingers flexed, restraining the urge to fiddle with something, anything to see what would happen.

[arkhams_dr]

From the doorway, he laughed softly, noticing her twitching fingers. "So, you can't guess just from the smell or from the bubble rate? I told you you should spend more time in the lab."

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"My chemistry teacher has banned me from the Bunsen burners in our lab," she replied, grinning a bit as she said it. Yes, she considered that a personal achievement. "I may be needing some new private lessons very soon."

She paused, looking up and over at him. It was hard for her to admit. "In more than just chemistry. I... need a bit of help."