Inwardly, he seethes, froths, at the concept of this Gotham-lackey calling him ignorant. Or was he calling him stupid, perhaps? A psychiatrist specializing in fear, not knowing how feared worked? Oh, perhaps some of the shrinks in Gotham operated in such a scary way, but not a man who had devoted his whole life to the study of fear. That seething anger manifests as he hears Blake begin to cross over into his line of sight.

"Yes. Brains. I wonder how lovely yours is, when properly stimulated?" he laughs, and then, without much other warning, he flings himself at Blake with the energy of a madman and a height that's utterly deceptive. Jonathan Crane might hunch over, but he's much stronger than he looks. And perhaps just a bit taller than the Crane that Blake is more familiar with.