Canon is Batman Begins! Aaaand voicetest:

[notmydiagnosis]

I'm not a man of science fiction, mun. I'm better suited to a game which is solidly grounded, if you will. Not on a space ship.

[ He takes off his glasses, closes his eyes and sighs--the first sign of a tension headache. ]

If you're really just using me because someone in the game has the same face as me, I can't say I approve. But at least you've figured out what's in it for me.

[ He places his glasses back on, folding his hands neatly together. ]

I wonder what affects my fear gas has on those in space. Or other forms, for that matter.

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[thedarkbutler]

Perhaps it'd be advisable to take up another hobby while in space, Mr Crane.

[notmydiagnosis]

I can assure you, it's not a hobby. It's my lifework.

[thedarkbutler]

[Ah.] Then perhaps you need one.

[unheroic]

With a pretty face like that, It'd be darlin' to have two of ya.

You'll tread on space, armed with your cheekbones.

[intelligents]

[ hm. ]

Is it that you don't work well off your feet, or lack the confidence to explore a new horizon?

[constructum]

[ yes, ariadne is just going to sit and stare a moment. as her brow is furrowing deeply the longer she does.

a small sigh, finally speaking: ] What's in it for you exactly?

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Colour Crane shocked. It's a brief flicker of unsureness in his face, which he hides by adjusting his glasses. A pretty face? The hell is that supposed to mean? ]

The setting is what's rather inconvenient, to be honest. Space. I think my doppelganger has a bit of a one-up there.

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Oh, dear. ]

Neither. Merely weighing pros and cons.

[ No way he's telling a complete stranger he's kind of worried about the whole space thing. ]

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Is there a reason you're staring, miss? ]

A new frontier. Studying the psychological effects that occur in space and in a situation as unique as this.

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Ugh, get out you snarky old bastard. ]

And you have hobbies other than attending to Mr. Wayne, I'm sure.

[constructum]

[ take a wild guess. :| ]

And what are you hoping to gain from learning this? [ a small shrug of her shoulder, and she is letting out a long sigh. ]

Because anyone who willingly studying these effects, must looking for something to gain.

[notmydiagnosis]

I'm a psychiatrist. It's my job to study behaviour in abnormal situations. Better to understand the human mind.

[constructum]

Perhaps. But are you truly aware of the effect your presence would have on this ship? [ her curiosity is evident here though, as her brow arches in question still studying his features. (seriously, this is so odd.) ]

I’m not entirely sure you would accurate results with people because of this.

[notmydiagnosis]

...Are you referring to my face?

[ Jesus that sounds weird. ]

wow. ignore my mistakes that lost tag ;;

[constructum]

[ a small nod in agreement as she gives him a flat look. ]

Yes.

i didn't even notice them, yo.

[notmydiagnosis]

Then it's a good thing my face has nothing to do with my research.

[constructum]

Do you plan on using it though? Because I can see how the effects from that would be of great interests to some.

[intelligents]

[ just curious, you know. ]

Oh, is that what you call it? [ how quaint. ] And what conclusions have you drawn from your little... experiment?

[unheroic]

I'd imagine so. Gravity and all that bullocks' never been a concern of mine before.

[thedarkbutler]

[You first, you deranged lunatic.]

Of course. A butler's life can't be all elegant parties and early afternoon wake-up calls.

[notmydiagnosis]

I intend to broaden my research, branch out to a.... lot of things. Yes.

[ Oh, Ariadne. So curious. So bold. What would you see if Crane were to drug you? ]

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Crane's voice is quiet, reserved, and ultimately polite: ]

Even people like you are scared of something.

[notmydiagnosis]

Is your-- [ Why does this sound so strange ] --'mun' planning on bringing you into Space as well?

[notmydiagnosis]

I'm once again reminded of how 'elegant parties' and 'afternoon wake-up calls' don't suit me.

[ Because Bruce Wayne is almost as annoying as you. ]

[unheroic]

My mundie's got this idea that it would really rich to toss me there. Can barely do heights, you'd think I'd manage atmospheric layers. But it's a toss up between me and this Fish Troll; I'd ask ya to help me coin flip but then I realize I've got the wrong bats villain.

Kane by the way.

[intelligents]

I never claimed not to have any fears. [ there's just a slight pause, followed by a small lift of his lips ] However, I simply take care of them so they not longer exist.

[notmydiagnosis]

Interesting. And if one slips through your grasp? What will you do then?

[notmydiagnosis]

Acrophobia? Interesting. [ he's just going to tuck in the back of his mind for later, and try to ignore the irritated feeling that comes on when Kane mentions the fact that he's a villain. ]

Perhaps she should add the most interesting variable.

[intelligents]

It's never come up, so I really wouldn't know.

[notmydiagnosis]

It'll come up. Things like fear are inevitable.

I'm merely wondering if you can face it.

[intelligents]

Perhaps for most... Those less ambitious enough to simply rise above.