Suspicious Minds [Crane, B. Gordon, Grayson, Chin]

[nmartin]

Spring semester at Gotham University had been going just as good as any other semester in Natalie's educational career. She'd had no troubles with any of her classes, and it wasn't even time for mid-term exams yet. So close to her own graduation though, that didn't stop the industrious would-be psychiatrist from going above and beyond her studying requirements. Though work and school left her with little free time in between, any free moments that she did have were occupied with her nose in some sort of psych book. Not only for her exams at this point, but for her own research for her own experiments.

Having been awake since 6:00am that morning, Natalie was on her second cup of coffee for the day while she waited for her 2:00pm class to start. Pharmacology and Clinical Pharmacology, taught by Professor Jonathan Crane. This class was by far her most interesting of the 14 credit hour classes she'd assigned for herself, and would probably end up being the most useful in the career path she was headed. Having been offered an internship at Arkham Asylum upon an official learning of her promise and a few letters to the warden, the position of a clinical psychiatrist was very well in her grasp. The fact that the class was taught by another psychiatrist at the asylum only helped her odds. Over the course of the class he'd become a sort of mentor to her, and the Department of Psychology of the college had done her yet another favor and assigned her to be somewhat of an assistant to him, in order to help her internship further.

By only the second session of the class, Natalie was completely convinced that Professor Crane was in fact a genius in the psychological realm. His theories, his lectures, some of his experiments that he conducted upon expendable lab animals in front of the students to further prove his points were clearly a sign of dedication to his work, and she'd grown to respect him greatly for that. So much so that she'd tried to mimic his work, in a sense. She knew more about his experiments with fear than any other student in the class; maybe even in the University due to the fact that she expressed such enthusiasm in his work where others thought he was somewhat of a madman.

The large clock that loomed over a particularly secluded area of what was otherwise an area for students to lounge, finish homework, or get something to eat ticked relaxingly above her head as she went over a great deal of notes that she'd begun before she'd even gone to sleep the night prior, and was finishing up before class. Notes that wouldn't be shown to anyone aside from Professor Crane, since he was the one that inspired the experiments. Not to mention that if they fell in the wrong hands, she could very well have criminal charges pressed against her for pre-determined animal cruelty or some other such nonsense.

[/u] due to the fact that the shocks only stopped when Group B dogs pressed the pedal, making it appear random in the dog's mind.

Signs of clinical depression were noted in Group B dogs.*

Groups A and B recovered quickly after the experiment, Group C dogs continued to act helpless in post-experiment stressful situations.

**Electrically charged kennel flooring? Voltage? Restraints? Dogs?**[/i][/ul][/size]

While she was certain that a master of psychology such as Professor Crane had heard of these experiments back when he was still a student, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever conducted any experiment similar to it. Though his interest seemed focused in on fear, there was an element of fear that she felt could be tapped into in this particular case. All she, he, or they would have to do, Natalie felt, was rig up an area to conduct the test in. Hence the circling and starring of her last sentence in the notes. For her, it wasn't a question of why they used what they used in the experiment, but where she could get the same things.

With her gray eyes finally leaving the almost completely filled notebook, she tilted her head up and saw the time; 1:48pm. Class would begin in twelve minutes, which would give her just enough time to get her things ready and make the walk down a few halls to Professor Crane's office, where she would make sure the notes and everything he needed that he didn't already have with him were ready for his class.

[k]

[/b] Babs moaned, angered by her own idiocy. She rubbed at her left cheek to remove the pen and realised she had literally no idea what her lecturer was talking about. Had she fallen asleep briefly and woken up to some completely topic? Or was she really not paying attention at all? Glad that her lecturer was now wrapping up the talk, Babs grabbed her books and stood up, dropping her pen into her bag and turning to get out the door before he could make any comment on her lack of class participation or her possible sleeping habits. She didn't need that right now. Babs had something else on her mind.

She swung her bag onto her shoulder and started through the busy University hallways, navigating her way around. She could really do with a caffeine boost right now. Or a nap. Either way, she was going to head to Psychology for a bit of 'light studying' and then hit the gym. 'Light studying' for Babs right now, when it came to Psychology, was her taking an unusual interest in Professor Crane. Not in a particularly crass way - no way. It was for some other reason, something that flagged up the Batgirl instict in Babs. Professor Crane just seemed... odd to her, and not in a darling, eccentric, adorable way. No, she had a deep worrying feeling about him, hidden deep down. She hadn't shared this feeling with anyone else, and was about to go digging around with her excuse of doing extra studying.

Babs pushed the door open, heading into the student lounge. She glanced at the large clock, and wished it was later so she could go home and sleep. She glanced around the room and her eyes settled on a girl - Natalie Martin. She knew Natalie, but not very well. They were more of acquantainces. She knew her because Crane occasionally took her lectures, and Natalie always seemed to be there. Always. Babs had always written it off as some stupid infatuation, but as her suspicions about Crane deepened, so did her thoughts about Natalie. Now she seemed to be something else entirely. Babs headed over toward her. If anyone was going to know where Crane was, it would be Natalie. Babs was hoping to think up some crazy thing she needed to ask Crane in order to allow herself to pry around a bit.

Psychology was an interesting subect to Babs, once she got herself past Freud and the other seemingly unstable men that dotted the Psychology scene. Sigmund had certainly managed to give her a new outlook on just about everything - and now Babs was forever regretting her want to look more into Freud's work. His certain pre-occupations had certainly raised eyebrows over time, Babs knew that much. Psychoanalysis was Babs' catalyst - she simply despised the very thought of it. Never the less, she enjoyed the subject a great deal. The experiments had often proven to be shocking and revealed so much about human behaviour, and she saw it in every day life and could apply it to everyone she met, from a randomer in a coffee store to the criminals she saw time and time again. Psychology was an explanation, but it didn't necessarily mean it was correct.

"Natalie," Babs said, clutching her books to her, her bag still sitting on her shoulder. Babs knew how to act like the interested, overworking student, because that was her life on a daily basis. She was younger than everyone else on her course - Babs was one of the youngest students to ever have been accepted by the University. She was extremely smart, and things like her thoughts about Professor Crane were very rarely unfounded. "I don't suppose you know where Professor Crane is?" Babs asked, with a warm smile. Her eyes travelled down to the girls' notes on the table and then glanced away again, but it hadn't taken Babs - with her photographic memory - long to digest a few of the words and she smiled again.
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[nmartin]

For the great amount of things the two students did not share in common with one another, there was one thing that they did miss in fair abundance; sleep. While Natalie hadn't missed out on nearly seven hours like Barbara had, there were times more recently where she'd be running on about three or four, so caught up in her reading and digging for information on whatever personal time she could afford, even if that meant sacrificing her sleep patterns. All great minds had to sacrifice something, though. Sleep deprevation in the long term was proven to have ill effects on one's health, but for the majority of her last semester here, it was a chance she was more than willing to take.

The way that Babs felt about Professor Crane was the way most students felt, although her distrust and suspicion of him was probably far greater due to her having a particular bat-sense about her. Natalie was more than aware of the way most students felt about him, and that coupled with the fact that she had much better things to do than lounge around with a bunch of stupid rich kids was enough to turn her into somewhat of a recluse inside the university's walls. Frankly, the way he was seen by nearly all of his students was offensive to her. Couldn't they see that he was a genius? He wasn't 'crazy,' or 'creepy' or any of the other things that he was called behind his back. He was just.. passionate about his work. Natalie could understand that.

Just as she was getting all of her things ready, having put away books and binders in her backpack-- that had to weigh over thirty pounds, and tucking the pen she had used to finish up her scribblish notes into a smaller purse-like bag that was used to carry around her necessary identification cards, money, cell phone, and writing utensils, she was interrupted. The sound of her name caused the brunette to look up and give the redhead a sharp sort of look purely by accident, which she immediately recovered with a meek sort of half-wave, and a tiny grin. "Hi." She offered quietly, assuming that this girl wanted something rather than strike up a random conversation. No problem on her part; she didn't particularly like random conversation anyway.

The surprise that she'd experienced from having her name called by someone she really didn't know that well caused her to make somewhat of a mistake; leaving her notebook open. Even just for a second, those notes weren't meant to be seen by anyone but Professor Crane. Not that she felt she had much to worry about, but she kept intent eye contact with Barbara as she closed the notebook at a normal pace, and carried it by the opening end in one hand, her purse in the other.

Barbara was easily recognizable for Natalie, and probably for anyone who had a class with her. She was far younger than anyone in the university that she knew of, which in Natalie's mind gave her at least one reason not to dislike her automatically. At least she had brains. That was more than she could say for about 75% of the student body here. However, the question that Barbara had responded with did kind of strike her as odd. "Professor Crane? Um.." She trailed off, and thought about it for a minute. "Probably in his office. Or getting ready for his next class?"

Maneuvering her way around the seat she'd been sitting in, she walked up to Babs' side and cleared her throat. "I'm on my way to his office and his next class now. If you need something, I could ask for you?"

[songofsongs]

At roughly 1:53 PM a young Asian gentlemen makes his way into the lecture hall. Wearing a light blue designer shirt and a pair of light business slacks, he made his way to the front row of the class. Looking around he did not think there would be many students who would have signed up for Professor Crane's Pharmacology and Clinical Pharmacology course. He was pr oven wrong, the class size had a decent amount of people, granted not the size of English 101 for Freshmen, but about half the lecture hall was filled with students of all ages. At twenty-six he was probably one of the older students, having completed undergrad three years ago, like most people he had spent a few years working before deciding to go back for schooling. Carrying a simple notebook and the required reading text. The man took a seat, not quiet front and center, but at the far left in the first row.

He had managed to work his schedule so that he would be able to attend classes during the late morning and early afternoons. The life of a police officer in Gotham City was usually at its prime post twilight, allowing him to take a course prior to work. He did not mind the schedule he actually preferred it. The course description was somewhat vague. Jonathan Crane had quiet a reputation as a professor at Gotham University. Some adjectives used to describe him by other students and colleagues were strange, weird, exotic, eccentric, odd, a lunatic, and a genius.

If all of those are at least some of those were true, it would be ironic that someone who could be considered mentally ill was teaching an advanced course in psychology. The time was quickly approaching 2PM. Shutting off his cell phone but still having a page operational, the Asian proceeded to relax in his seat, trying not to think about what he might encounter at work later on in the evening.....

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

Professor Crane watched in amazement as one of the lab rats cowered in fear of a miniature godzilla statue with lighting eyes and scales, that he had put in its cage with it. Finally, his new liquid form of the fear serum was made, and worked like a charm! It was made from the condensation of his gas product, and some elements from a cure that the batman had made, that he managed to get a bit of from a stolen syringe he used awhile back. It worked on rats, but would it work on even bigger test subjects? Only one way to find out. But that would be for another time. He looked up at the clock to notice it was 1:56, his lecture began at 2! Crane threw a drape over his cage, and put on his coat. He grabbed a dark blue binder off his desk on the way out. He shut the door behind him, and locked it up so no one could just walk in.

Luckily, his classroom wasn't too far away. He walked at a very fast pace to get there on time. He must have been quick, because by the time he walked in the door, it was 1:58. A mere 2 minutes remained.

Crane walked in front of his desk, and sat down his binder, he turned facing the class. He scanned the rows and didn't see one particular face he looked forward to seeing every day.

"We'll give those who cant manage time properly a couple minutes before we get started.."

Crane muttered crossing his arms.

[songofsongs]

Doctor Crane made a unique entrance. Despite arriving to the lecture on time, the psychologist appeared to have been in a hurry or in some form of haste. Crane was a skinny lad. Probably spent most of his time in the laboratory or the library more then the gym. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Then again, Tyler knew that looks could be deceiving. Some of the deadliest criminals or most dangerous individuals had very skinny frames.

There was something odd about Crane. He couldn't place his finger on it quiet yet. Let's just say the first impression that Tyler Chin had of this teacher was that Professor Crane was not someone who enjoyed being bothered during school hours and someone you did not want to argue over about grades.

Class was about to begin. According to Rate My Professor.Com, there was no grey area when it comes to a Professor Crane class. People either loved it....or loathed it with a passion.

Tyler began to tap his pencil lightly and looking through a chapter on Bi-Ploar disorder as he waited for the course to begin.

[nmartin]

Though it would've been the right thing to do to help Barbara in her apparent time of minor need, it seemed that Natalie had lost her track of time. While she was certain the clock had said it was 1:48pm when she got up, apparently her few words with Barbara and packing up her stuff took longer than she thought. At 1:55pm now, she was still blissfully unaware. That is, until they happened to walk by a clock down the hall. Her eyes widened slightly, and she grinned nervously, picking up her pace and looking back at Barbara.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. If you need Dr. Crane, he'll be around after his class." Her manner of speaking now was quick, rushed, and almost incomprehensible. While she looked distraught enough that she was late on the outside, she was totally panicked and in even more of a frenzy mentally. She'd never been late for a class in her entire college career, and to have it be this class in particular was nothing short of unreal. In a sense she felt bitter toward Barbara, enough for her to narrow her eyes at the redhead in what was meant to be an unnoticeable amount before she started to book through the halls, knowing that the classroom that she had to get to was actually not even in this building.

Down one hall, a sharp turn to the right, down another hall. A set of doors and she was outside, still in a hurry and thankful that most of the snow had melted from the campus sidewalks. A few seconds passed by and she opened another set of double doors, and was met with a room filled with elevators. Usually she would take them, but instead she hurried down another hall, and took a set of doors to the right, and flew up three flights of steps in a blur. All the running through straight-away halls and the steps had tired her out a bit, so she calmed herself and slowed her pace once she got to the right area of the building, catching her breath and glaring up at a clock as she did so. 2:03pm, and she still had to stop at his office, which was down a completely different hall.

Pushing most of her bangs to the right side of her face, she picked up her pace again, running past her classroom quickly as she made her way to Dr. Crane's office. Once there, she tried to push the door open; but it was locked. It would be. Dropping her shoulders in frustration, she muttered something under her breath and began to walk defeatedly back to the classroom, and took a peek in before she pushed the door open as silently as she possibly could. 2:05pm now. Only five minutes late, but to her, that was no better than walking in when half the class was over with.

Most of the students were already there aside from the usual stragglers who obviously didn't care about their college careers as much as she did. She closed the door quietly again, but the 'click' of the handle and all the other unavoidable noise that she made was distracting enough for the students who sat near the door to glance up at her. She didn't look at anyone as she made her way to her seat, focusing intently on the carpeted floor instead. Unfortunately, she'd picked a seat in the second row on the first day of class. She had to walk in front of practically everyone, which to most wouldn't be too big of a deal, but for Natalie, it was pretty shameful. All thanks to stupid, stupid Barbara Gordon.

[k]

[songofsongs]

The lecture had began. Professor Crane was resuming his theories on the evolution from first generation psychiatric medications to the second generation that we see on the market today.

Pharmaceuticals was a big business in America, and for those who were in the field of public services, understood that medications and pills had a grip on American health care that could be considered unhealthy by many. The country had become dependent on pharmacy products for treatment instead of pursuing other forms of staying fit such as a healthy lifestyle or traditional therapies that are incorporated by other countries around the world.

Tyler was taking a few notes here and there. As a student he mostly read the material presented in the books, and came to class to learn about the highlights of the chapters.

There was a girl who walked in late to class. He had seen her before, not just in this particular course, but in others as well. She was a favorite of Doctor Crane's which somewhat ostracized her from the rest of the student body in a sense. She had taken a seat in the second row, coincidently that meant she was sitting almost directly behind him.

Tyler turned around for a brief moment, and smiled at her before focusing back on the lecture.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

You've got to be kidding me, was the only thought that was running through the mind of Dick Grayson at the moment as he had finally made it to campus after getting stuck in traffic after having been going through a lot of work this morning just to get on with his day. He looked at his watch, it was already 2:05pm. Dick was never was usually late for class. Sure he didn't look like the type of student that really cared about his classes at first glance, but if anyone really knew Dick, they would know he did put forth his best effort to pass his classes with high marks.

His appearance could usually give off the wrong impression, often dressing like he had just grabbed the first thing out of his closet in the morning. His typical look was usually a pair of old worn jeans and a plain t-shirt. Sometimes a sweatshirt if it was actually cold out. Unlike Bruce, Dick dress causally for his outings and his classes did not call for him to be well dressed. But as the ward of Bruce Wayne, many would think he would be a little more concerned about his appearance. For Dick, when it came down to it, he was more concerned about getting to class on time after trying to catch up on some much needed sleep after being out all night on patrols.

And today was definitely one of those days. He had raced his motorcycle through the streets all the way from the other side of town. He was dressed in a pair of well worn blue jeans and a black sweatshirt over top of a white shirt. He hadn't had time that morning to worry about anything. He had overslept his alarm for eleven AM and he had wanted to finish the assigned reading for the lecture. Dick had also forgotten he had promised an old friend of his, he was to meet with them to go out to lunch. He had made it to lunch a few minutes late to meet up with the group, but had to speed read over the chapter. Dick wasn't accustom to having Alfred wake him in the morning. Dick liked to do things for himself and run his schedule the best he could. Though sometimes it was nice to have Alfred remind you that there was an important event going out.

Dick had also run a few errands before he had to head to campus, but it was the traffic that he had not expected to be so backed up. This just wasn't his day. Dick had parked his motorcycle on the far end of the campus, knowing there wouldn't be any open spots near the main buildings. As soon as he had hopped off he slipped his helmet into his backpack and pulled out a pair of sunglasses to wear. It wasn't like Dick was trying to make himself look even more laid back when he went to enter his class late, he just didn't want to call attention to his nice black eye he had acquired last night while getting into a fight with some gangsters. One had done a cheap shot by hitting him in the back of his knees while another ganged up and socked him in the left eye. At least in return, Robin had brought down the gang himself that night.

Dick made a run for it, knowing he was going to be more than a few minutes late. Though, he knew he would be enter at the beginning of the lecture, it was better than coming in the middle of one. Cutting through the green, it didn't take long before he made it to the building he was suppose to be in, but now he had to get to the class. Dick continued by jogging though the halls, not wanting to disturb any classes going on. After taking a flight of stairs or two and going down a few more halls, Dick slowed to a fast walk to catch his breath. He looked at his watch, 2:10pm. Great...I'm not just a respectfully late walk in. I'm a noticeable walk in now, he thought as he finally made it to the lecture all. No matter at what point of a lecture the professor was in, the most focused of students seemed to notice the sound of someone entering through the door and often looked over. This was not the first him he had been late to this class. There was another time, but he was never this late before. Even ten minutes was disrespectful in Dick's book towards a professor and especially with how it had happened today.

As he entered the lecture hall, he tried to be as quiet as possible and tried to blend in. Which didn't seem to be working all that well, telling by the glances he was getting from some of the other students. Dick had a feeling he looked like he was less concerned about showing up late than he really was. The sunglasses definitely did not help one bit, it did make things seem darker of course while being indoors. His hair had gotten a bit messy since he had ran across campus to get there.

Dick walked past most of the rows as he got to the forth row from the front. It looked like even most of the usually late students had gotten in before him. Some might wonder why he was even taking this class, but to Dick it was important to understand as much as you could to add to your knowledge when it comes to dealing with criminals. Dick slide in and sat down in his usual seat, letting his backpack slide to the ground. He quickly pulled out his notebook.

He knew Professor Crane was not a fan of the students that came in late to his classes, but Dick was hoping he wouldn't have to face being called out in front of the class. Dick was really wishing he had not have had to wear the sunglasses into the classroom. There was no way Dick really wanted anyone to see the nice shiner he had it would only raise questions. Though sunglasses in a class were often used to help students hide the fact that they were either sleeping in class or planning on it. And Dick was definitely not the type to try and pull something like that, but most people would know that about him by just looking at him.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

Crane began has lecture not a moment before Natalie entered the room. He began to go on, dismissing her. He was sure she had a good reason for being late, but wouldn't go as far as to call her out on it in front of the entire class.

Before he could get to his next subject, none other than Dick Grayson walked in late as well. Do these students not care about being on time anymore? He wouldn't be as lenient towards him.

"Mr Grayson.."

Crane called out across the classroom.

"Please stay afterwards, I need to exchange some words with you about a particular issue.."

He continued on to his next lecture. He walked over to a board, and grabbed a folder he had on his desk. He turned his back to the classroom, and stuck pictures up across the board so everyone could see them. First, he stuck up a picture of the Joker, next to him, a picture of Two Face, then the Riddler, and finally Catwoman.

"Can someone tell me, what all of these people have in common?"

He leaned up against his desk again and awaited for a reply. But before someone would, he realized he forgot one of his folders in his office.

"Ah.. Natalie.. I seemed to have misplaced something in my office. Would you mind grabbing it for me? Its a black folder, right on my desk.."

He didn't give her a chance to respond. He decided he would find a way to stall his class till she returned. He continued on.

[nmartin]

Honestly, Natalie had expected Professor Crane to call her out in front of the class, and she knew she would've deserved it. He was a fan of punctuality, and she'd never been late for his class before. The fact that he didn't though, had her breathing a sigh of relief.

Taking her seat in the second row, she noticed the smile from the student in front of her; Tyler if she remembered his name right. It was odd to her, since she didn't particularly expect it. Instead of smiling back however, Natalie simply took her seat and ignored him for the most part. Getting her notebook and pen out, she began to scribble down word for word everything that Crane wrote on the board, no matter how mundane or anything some words were.

The question he asked left her puzzled; not so much the subject matter, but why he would ask it. It seemed like an off topic question, but he always had something to prove in an eccentric sort of manner.

Staring down at her notebook drawing the connections between their names, she heard the Professor say her name, and she looked up immediately. Nodding her head silently, she stood up again and made her way back out the aisle, shooting a look toward Dick Grayson as she passed by him, like she was just as upset with him for being later than she was as the Professor.

Opening the doors in the least distracting way possible, she walked down the hall quickly, knowing she didn't want to waste much class time. It'd annoy Dr. Crane, and she'd miss out on a day's worth of highly valuable information. The fact that the door was locked had completely slipped her mind, and she continued on the short walk to his office.

Whens she got there, she put her hand on the handle, and then closed her eyes and let out a frustrated huff of breath, knowing it was going to be locked. She shook the handle in order to vent just a bit, but to her surprise, it was unlocked. Strange, she thought. Flicking on the light, she caught Barbara red-handed in his office, and sent a very icey glare her way.

"Something you need, Barbara?" Natalie asked flatly, crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her eyes narrowly locked down at the younger girl, clearly not very happy with someone like her sniffing around the Doctor's office. Especially not with as many.. fragile things in it as he had.

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[/b] Babs replied, glancing down at the textbook she was grasping in her arms. "I wanted to borrow a book, that's why I wanted to see Professor Crane. He was gone when I got here though, so I thought I'd pop in and borrow the book during the lecture and return it after," Babs said. "You know what it's like, Natalie, every second counts, and I can't wait to start on my..." she glanced down at the book again and then back up, "essay on Ivan Pavlov," she explained. She knew Natalie wasn't going to believe her - hell, she wouldn't believe her either. The door had quite clearly been locked whem Natalie tried it, but Babs was sure the girl wasn't going to suspect Babs had managed to open it. She was just some lowly younger student clumsily looking around in an office for a text book to do an essay.

Pavlove, she thought, thinking about the book she'd managed to scoop up. Interesting choice, she thought, especially considering the notes she'd seen Natalie writing. Pavlove was renown for his theories on conditional behavior and behaviour modification and was well known for using dogs in his experiments. This random find only served as more evidence about what Babs had found under the cage.
"Whatever, I'm off," Babs said. "I have gym in like an hour and I can't be late," she smiled. "Better get writing!" she said, holding the book up and heading toward the door. [/ul]

[songofsongs]

Interesting....

It he didn't think better of it, it just hit him that he recognized a few of the other students in the classroom. There was Dick Grayson, the ward of the Million Dollar Play -Boy, Correction, the Billion dollar Play Boy Bruce Wayne.

He had heard good things about Dick Grayson through the papers and gossip amongst the famous. His fiance was a huge gossip mongrel and absorbed all of the tabloids, "US Weekly,"Starz R Us", and of course the "Gotham Gossip." That was always Julia's favorite. The socialite community of Gotham was comprised of some of the most beautiful people in the world, and the most interesting..Kathy Kane, Bruce Wayne, Veronica Vreeland, Vesper Fairchild, Selina Kyle, Harvey Dent, Summer Gleason, Silver St. Cloud, and the list could keep going and going. Each of those names that he had just recalled had spent some form or another in the Gotham News at one point because of the many Gotham Rogues that existed in the city.

His mind wondered briefly during the class. He had thought about Julia again....

He snapped back into the real world just as Crane was talking about the use of the disastrous effects Schizophrenia Medication on a person suffering from Bi-Polar.

Is it just me, or is Crane smiling a bit to much about the possible negative side effects these medications can have?

Crane was an odd ball. No doubt about it. Tyler began to wonder if there was some sort of psychological profile he could dig up about the Professor somewhere in the police records back at HQ. It was worth a look, even if it was just to satisfy personal curiosity about one of his professors.

His gut feeling informed him that there was something going on behind the scenes in the class. This particular class just felt odd, and not normal. Tyler began to tune out Crane's glee for Zyprexa and how it could increased auditory hallucinations for the depressed, to pay slight attention to the others in class.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Dick had failed to sneak in without getting called out during the class. As soon a he heard professor Crane's voice and speak his name, Dick looked up from behind his sunglasses. He sat there and took it. Ignoring any of the other looks the students were probably giving him. He knew a few of his classmates would get a kick out of this. Wayne's ward getting called out for being late from some unknown reason.

Though, Dick knew he deserved it this time though. It was his fault for letting the time slip by him that day. Maybe if he had tried to stay on schedule today he would have been on time. But it was too late now to go back and fix what has been done. Dick wanted to cringe at the 'stay after' part of being called out. He refrained from making any expressions that would display his distaste over the situation. He knew Crane would be able to read it. After all, this guy seemed to live off the power he could get from making others squirm.

"Yes, sir," he said out in a semi quiet voice. Just enough to acknowledge that he had heard and understood what the professor was asking of him.

Sitting back, Dick just couldn't settle into class today, Most of what Crane was going on about was going over his head. But the fact that Crane had pictures of a few criminals and was analyzing them did catch his attention a bit. Dick did understand the analysis of these criminals. Weirdos in costumes were always the more interesting cases to look at. Who wouldn't want to try and understand why they had started these kind of lives in the first place? Though, sometimes it was best to just stay away from all of it.

Dick did know about the Crane favoring Natalie. There was no hiding that. The way the two were so passionate about these subjects would lead two such people into working and learning as much as they could. If he didn't know better, Dick had a feeling Natalie was going to follow almost the exact footsteps of Crane.

That girl didn't seem to have an outside life besides her studies. Sure there were other students like that, but not as serious as she was. Her studies remind Dick a lot of how Bruce was over major cases that just didn't make sense. Bruce never rested on cases like that. Unlike Bruce, Dick was one to try and take a break every once in a while to clear his mind and try to look at things from another point of view at time. Something others saw as him shaking off the responsible of things.

Dick had a feeling that someone else's attention was on him at times. He looked around the lecture hall a bit. He had sworn he had seen someone look his way a few times, maybe his lack of sleep was catching up on him and playing tricks on him. Dick still was not about to remove his sunglasses no matter how dark it made the room. It didn't help his attention focus at all as well. His attention went in and out on the lecture as Crane went on and other students quickly scribble down as much notes as they could.

(ooc: so sorry for not replying until now.)