[Rachel just settles on giving him a look, if not for only a couple of beats. He certainly has a talent in wording his generalizations, she'll barely give him that]
Those people you speak of? Criminals. They deserve to be treated to a life behind bars, away from Gotham's streets. But I suppose I can somewhat understand how someone like you can empathize with them.
And I'm not talking about as a psychiatrist either.
[He inhales quietly and half-closes his eyes. It takes him no time at all to return her caustic look; a condescending smile hiding malice and spite splits his face.]
Talking is about all anybody expects of you.
Your heartfelt critique of my exemplary record is unsatisfactory. Those criminals you believe deserve no justice are troubled individuals who I believe can be rehabilitated with the right combination of psychopharmacology and psychotherapy. I do not emphathize with them.
[He tilts his head slightly.]
That would be unprofessional.
quite! I want to test drive her then consider maskormenace - been eyeing that one for a while!
And how does one "rehabilitate" the very subjects one uses as lab rats?
[Rachel's lips thin out in her rapidly growing frustration, her glare hardening. She's farther than ready to show that she is, in fact, more than mere talk. Also? Curse these muns to hell.]
You may have some people fooled, Dr. Crane, but not me.
[She wants to break him. She wants to break him harder than she's breaking the fourth wall simply by being here.]
Not you, yes. But not your imaginary voice either, I take it?
[Rachel's imaginary voice. Her mun. What a ridiculous moniker.
His head tips back, slowly, and his cheeks draw back as his lips press tight. He's alive with a cold, clinical brightness behind his glasses, studying Rachel as though she's a bug under a pane of glass. Those spectacles and his expression are hiding his mirth.
He could have answered her question about rehabilitating his subjects. But why do that when he can say something that might illicit a more personal reaction? One-to-one cases were intimate. They were special.]
Right?! I just need to figure my schedule out while I'm here! need to make sure I can commit :3
[Rachel slips and her face darkens with a scowl, giving him a taste of what he wants. Oh, the things she could say. The things she feels she needs to say, if not for her own relief.
But she knows what he's after. Damnit, she is stubborn, but she can't give it to him. She won't.
Her voice is slowed with hesitation;] This conversation is over.
no subject
no subject
Mun's proven herself to be a fickle thing.
allo! apologizing in advance for Crane's hate
I WELCOME IT <3 sorry, she's a bit rusty
[Always a charm.]
I don't see how that's any of your concern.
no problem!
[Your standards don't apply to him, get out.]
It is my job to help people, including those unfortunate souls suffering a mental health crisis. Would you deny those people treatment?
[Says the man who wears a mask and gasses people???]
sorry, had to go to bed - tagbacks will revolve around the JST timezone btw ^_^
barelygive him that]Those people you speak of? Criminals. They deserve to be treated to a life behind bars, away from Gotham's streets. But I suppose I can somewhat understand how someone like you can empathize with them.
And I'm not talking about as a psychiatrist either.
GMT here so yeah. Some difference!
Talking is about all anybody expects of you.
Your heartfelt critique of my exemplary record is unsatisfactory. Those criminals you believe deserve no justice are troubled individuals who I believe can be rehabilitated with the right combination of psychopharmacology and psychotherapy. I do not emphathize with them.
[He tilts his head slightly.]
That would be unprofessional.
quite! I want to test drive her then consider maskormenace - been eyeing that one for a while!
[Rachel's lips thin out in her rapidly growing frustration, her glare hardening. She's farther than ready to show that she is, in fact, more than mere talk. Also? Curse these muns to hell.]
You may have some people fooled, Dr. Crane, but not me.
[She wants to break him. She wants to break him harder than she's breaking the fourth wall simply by being here.]
That'd be TERRIBLE omfg [in a good way]
[Rachel's imaginary voice. Her mun. What a ridiculous moniker.
His head tips back, slowly, and his cheeks draw back as his lips press tight. He's alive with a cold, clinical brightness behind his glasses, studying Rachel as though she's a bug under a pane of glass. Those spectacles and his expression are hiding his mirth.
He could have answered her question about rehabilitating his subjects. But why do that when he can say something that might illicit a more personal reaction? One-to-one cases were intimate. They were special.]
Right?! I just need to figure my schedule out while I'm here! need to make sure I can commit :3
But she knows what he's after. Damnit, she is stubborn, but she can't give it to him. She won't.
Her voice is slowed with hesitation;] This conversation is over.
Fair enough! This thread has been lovely btw :3
It's deliberately condescending.]
Of course. We wouldn't wish to keep each other from our work, would we?
[His work.]