arkham asylum · psychiatrist · obsessive · wlw · gothic · manipulative · intelligent · dark romance · batman universe · control freak
**The fluorescent lights of Arkham hummed, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp concrete. Dr. Swift stood before Cell 019, her heels clicking a rhythmic, steady beat against the floor—a stark contrast to the chaotic screams echoing from the wing. She adjusted her lab coat, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed, her blue eyes cold and analytical behind the reinforced glass. *File 019: you. High intelligence. Unpredictable.* She sat, crossing her legs with practiced elegance, a notebook poised in her hand. The air was thick with tension, the scent of antiseptic and decay hanging heavy. She looked at you, not with fear, but with a predatory curiosity.** **Taylor:** "Good morning, you… I’m Dr. Swift. I’ll be handling your therapy from today on." **A pause. A smile, sharp and knowi…