PSYCHIATRIC REPORT BY
DR. JONATHAN CRANE,
ELIZABETH ARKHAM ASYLUM FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE,
on the case of BRUCE WAYNE (aka BATMAN).
I am a professor of psychology at Gotham University. I have worked as a specialist in psychiatry, dissociative identity disorder and phobic phenomenon.
I recently conducted a psychiatric examination of Mr. Bruce Wayne as part of "Case Literature Involving Trauma Orchestrating Repressed Individual Schizophrenia" — a study dedicated to understanding the psycho-sexual heroic fantasies of victims of childhood trauma, although I am still undecided about the acronym I created.
For his own protection, Mr. Wayne had been kept at Arkham Asylum in a drug-induced comatose state for six months. I hoped to revive him for possible rehabilitation. The session began with an injection of a mixture of the omega 1 specific indirect GABA agonist Zolpidem and the psychostimulant Methylphenidate. Then I gave one to Mr. Wayne. Due to previous violent episodes and a paranoid insistence on anonymity, the patient was securely strapped into a restraining chair and had his face covered with a dark mask before being revived. For the safety of asylum personnel, an assistant and I were the only ones present during the examination.
A transcript of the examination and interview follows. I've identified my statements in italics, statements by my assistant in bold italic, and Mr. Wayne's statements in "quotation marks with normal type."
Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne, are you awake?
Where are you? Is that what you want to ask me?
Why are you here?
Who's on first?
"No. Who hit me?"
No one hit you, Mr. Wayne; you're in a...hospital.
I'll ask the questions, Mr. Wayne. I am Dr. Crane, and my assistant and I are here to help you. But please don't struggle, the bindings will hold, I assure you. Now I understand that you have certain, shall we say, unorthodox beliefs about yourself and your abilities. My notes, let me see, ah, my notes say—
"How did you....Untie me! Let me go!"
My notes say, "How did you....Untie me! Let me go!" Hmm, we may have a pattern here.
(The patient struggled against his bindings, but his efforts were in vain. His cries of desperation at not being able to self-relieve a testicular itch briefly covered the distressful cries and muffled screams of other residents of Arkham Asylum. Like many of the patients, he appeared unwilling to accept the futility of his ineffectual efforts and admit his helplessness.)
Mr. Wayne, Mr. Bruce Wayne, things will go easier if you'll just answer the questions.
"I am not Bruce Wayne."
Then who are you?
(At this point the patient struggled most violently. My assistant gave him an injection of a safe and calming analogue of the anesthetic agent phenylcyclohexylpiperidine, and then injected him with the strong hypnotic and powerful sedative and skeletal muscle relaxant Flunitrazepam. Shortly thereafter he calmed down significantly, and even offered to buy a round of drinks, which I refused.)
Now, Mr. Wayne, I would like to get to know and understand you a little better. From my files here it says that you claimed to be an orphan. Is this correct?
Who hit you?
"Who shot me?"
That was my assistant; she gave you a sedative. Please tell me about your parents.
"My parents? My...one night when I was a child, a mugger killed my mother and father."
Tell me about that night.
"I was...my mind...what drugs did you give me?...Can I have some more?...Where are my tights?...I was eight years old. We just left the movie theater where we saw...I don't remember. I think it was The Mark of Zorro. Or was it Dracula?"
Yes, your files say you mentioned Zorro in a previous interview — although in another session you claimed you were watching the opera Die Fledermaus. But Zorro is a fascinating character, a masked crimefighter — Frank Langella played the part. Let's see, that came out in the mid-1970s, in your childhood. Go on.
"No, before that."
Before? There was the Zorro television show with the actor who later played the father in Lost in Space. But that was in the 1950s — before you were born.
"Power...It was him — Tyrone Power. He was Zorro!"
Tyrone Power? He starred in movies 70, 80 years ago.
"The drugs...I'm feeling confused...Perhaps if you mix me a margarita."
My assistant will get you one. Now we should move on to what happened. According to my notes, you claimed a mugger named Joe Chill—
"No, I never knew his name. Joe Chill. Mr. Freeze. I wonder...."
It's too late to wonder now, Bruce.
"Who said that?"
That was my assistant. Please excuse her comment; she's an intern.
Sorry. Do you want salt on the glass?
"No, no salt, and mix one for yourself..."
Mr. Wayne, let's move on. How did you come to believe your parents were dispatched by a criminal?
"Because they were! We were leaving the theater—or the opera—by the back door when a masked figure jumped from the shadows and demanded my father's wallet and my mom's pearl necklace. My father quickly pulled me behind him, and I tripped and fell into the shadows of the alley. As my parents handed over their belongings, the thief snatched them away and shot them both with a pistol before fleeing.... My parents died in my arms."
That sounds rather dramatic. Was it raining, Mr. Wayne?
"Why yes, it was. A warm shower covered me as I wept. The light from an adjacent window lit my profile as a sorrowful tune played softly in the background."
Dissociative identity disorder and sexual confusion
Because you insist on always wearing a dark mask — it cuts off your peripheral vision, and as you're restrained....but it can be removed, if you like.
"No! I must stay masked. I'm Batman!"
Batman? As in "batty," "bats in the belfry," and "bat fuck insane?"
"No! Of course not."
Are you certain? Could not that be a subconscious acknowledgment of your mental condition, and the mask a device to hide your fear of exposing yourself, Mr. Wayne? But according to my notes, you previously claimed a different "superhero" title. You said you were "The Caped Crusader."
"The who? Oh, yes, I am."
"Right, they're all names for the same thing. I'm Batman, damnit!"
And the Dynamic Duo.
"That was myself and Robin."
In your last session, you said your sidekick was called "Nightwing," and in an earlier session, you claimed he was "The Boy Wonder." You said you slept together.
"I said that? Well, yes. But it was purely platonic, except maybe that one time."
And you said you fought crime with Batgirl."
"She was my lov—partner."
"That was your intern again, right? Wait, I've heard her voice somewhere...."
"Val? That sounds like a girl."
The name, or the screams from down the hall? Well, you've also called yourself George Clooney—I've done that myself on occasion—Bruce Thomas, Christian Bale, Ben Affleck, Robert Pattinson, Kevin Conroy—
"None of those people are me. They are pretenders. I'm...Batman."
—and Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Terry McGinnis, and, finally, Alfred Pennyworth.
"Alfred? I claimed to be Alfred? The kindly old butler? No, those aren't me. They're from alternate earths."
"Yes. There's perhaps an infinite number of Batmans, infinite diversity in infinite combinations."
That's bizzaro, Brucey. If you really believe that, no wonder they put you in Arkham.
Please, intern; I wanted to get to that gently.
"Am I in the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane? I'm not a criminal and I'm not insane! I'm Batman!"
Tell that to Vesper's family!
You were convicted of murdering Vesper Fairchild, remember?
"Vesper? No. She was my lov—good friend. I never harmed her. That was Lex Luthor's doing. I was framed!"
"Your voice...you sound familiar...."
Wasn't one of your lovers called Pussy Girl?
"Catwoman. And she wasn't my lover she was my enemy. Ally. Enemy. No, she was—"
If Catwoman wasn't your lover, then how did the two of you have a daughter, Huntress?
"Alternate earth. But I don't remember—"
Are you certain, Mr. Wayne, that you aren't using "alternate earth" as a delusional dissociative scapegoating projection for your behavior? In layman's terms, "that wasn't me; that was a different me?"
"No. I mean yes. Or no — you're confusing me. Where's my drink?"
Back to Lex Luthor; is that another one of your supposed enemies? You know he's actually a major contributor to Arkham Asylum.
"He is? So that's why I'm here! And I suppose the Joker and...wait, I've been talked to by so many people....didn't one of the 'doctors' who interviewed me before have a very pale face? I mean very pale."
There may have been an albino on staff; let me check my notes....Ah, here. The list of those who have interviewed you includes Dr. Victor Fries—
—and my notes say there was a biochemist who assisted with your drug therapy, Dr. Pamela Isley—
—and a research scientist who also helped with your drug-aided revival, a Dr. Jervis Tetch—
—there was also a Dr. Kirk Langstrom—
And apparently, during the investigation of Fairchild's murder, you were talked to by private investigator Edward Nygma—
—and during the prosecution stage you were spoken to by District Attorney Harvey Dent—
—and of course you were interviewed by your attorney, who interestingly enough now operates a nightclub, a gentleman named Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot—
"My attorney was The Penguin!? No he wasn't!"
Mr. Wayne, according to these court documents, Mr. Cobblepot was indeed your attorney-
Look, I swear to God these paper say-
"SWEAR TO MEEEEEEEE!"
(At this point, with the patient ready to pounce on me and Dr. Quinzel, I smack him in the head with the court papers, a daunting 2,500,000 pages long, which, for reference, documented the 5-year-long, bullshit, publicly televised trial that ended with the patient being declared criminally insane, unfit to stand trial, but responsible for the deaths of Fairchild, Jason Todd, Joseph Kerr, and countless others that he had claimed were "asleep" because he, in his own words, "doesn't kill, just puts them into a nice, little nap with his bat-a-rangs sticking out of 'em." In addition, the trial had also found him liable for countless sexually deviant criminal acts. The papers explode and knock Mr. Wayne to the ground, with one sheet landing on his cowled face)
"So he was my goddamned attorney.. no wonder I was convicted! But I'm sure I chose the legal firm of Cranston and Grayson."
Psychological resistance and paranoid schizophrenia
Well Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry I had to do that, but I hope that settles that little dispute. Continuing on, there was also—
"Wait; everyone who's talked to me was an arch villain? Then who are you, Dr. Crane?"
Really, Mr. Wayne; everyone who tries to help you is not a supervillain. Your extremely phobic reactions to any effort at administering assistance have led you to create straw man arguments against any advice that—
"Phobic? Straw man? Now I know who you are! You're my enemy The Scarecrow! You're not a psychiatrist; you're an arch villain!"
I have a doctorate in psychology from Metropolis State Psychiatric Hospital which—
"—which does not give you the authority to prescribe drugs! Only a medical doctor can do that. And how can you get a doctorate degree from a hospital?"
I am qualified, and in any case my intern is a psychiatrist and thus also qualified. As as matter of fact, Dr. Harleen Quinnzel—
"Harley Quinn!? That's your assistant?"
I suppose you think I'm an arch villain too, Brucey?
"You are an arch villain! And you aren't qualified; I researched you—before I was kidnapped and put here. You only got your degree because you slept with your professors!"
Like you slept with Robin?
"That was only an experiment! But yours wasn't. Now I recognize your voice. I've heard you here, screaming in the night. And not from pain. How many 'patients' have you seduced here, willingly or unwillingly? I'm getting out of here, now! And you can't stop me. I'm an expert escapologist, and a martial artist, and an inventor, and a billionaire who could buy this entire asylum! I'm Batmaaaan!"
Alright, I think we're done here. I can have my other assistant Martha take you back to your holding area-
"Martha? MARTHA! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT NAME!?"
(Mr. Wayne continued with more verbiage which can only be classified as an exhibition of criminal insanity. With no other viable option, I directed Dr. Quinnzel to administer a heavy dose of Flunitrazepam to return Bruce Wayne to a much calmer state of mind. My recommendation is that revival not be attempted for at least another six months. Mr. Wayne's final words before returning to a comatose state were. . .)
"...where are my tights?"
- "Bruce Wayne: Scapegoating Projection to 'Superman,'" Arkham Asylum (video)
- "Bruce Wayne: Childhood Trauma as Justification for Antisocial Behavior" Arkham Asylum (video)
- "Case Literature Involving Trauma Orchestrating Repressed Individual Schizophrenia" (including Bruce Wayne) by Dr. Jonathan Crane
- "Case Studies of Chiroptophobia and Related Phobias" aka "Fear of Bats and Other Creepy Things" (including Bruce Wayne) by Dr. Jonathan Crane