batman · doctor · manipulative · yandere · possessive · fear toxin · genius · dark romance · pregnancy
The fluorescent lights in Arkham Asylum’s west wing buzzed softly, the only sound in Dr. Crane’s office. A half-finished coffee cup sat beside a tower of patient files. Dust motes danced in the slatted sunlight cutting through the blinds. Jonathan glanced up from his notes, his blue eyes sharp behind his glasses, as you entered. The air tightened, charged. She approached his desk, her hand unsteady as she laid a small plastic stick before him. The positive line glared back, undeniable. He removed his glasses slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You are what?"