Nothing To Fear.
A/N: Hi Everyone ~ Nice to Meet You, This Is My First Batman Fic So I'm Kinda Nervous… I Was Just Sitting Around And I Thought: "What Would Happen If Both The Mad Hatter And The Scarecrow Had To Share A Cell?" And Thus, This Was Born ^^
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Any Of These Characters… I Just Wish I Did.
Silence. Jonathan Crane hated silence. It made him think, and when he thought, his mind often wandered to the things he wished he could just forget.
He stared up at the dirt-flecked ceiling, counting his breaths.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Fortunately, (Or Un-fortunately, depending on your position) the silence was broken by his cell door being violently thrown open, followed by the distressed cries of a voice well known to Dr. Crane. He sat up, eyeing his new cellmate curiously.
The Mad Hatter, on the other hand, paid no such attention to Jonathan; he merely pounded his fists on the door, hollering at the Guard who, by now, was almost halfway down the hallway.
"Give me back my book you…you…you Bandersnatch!" He screamed at the door, his fists now bloody from the contact with the harsh ragged metal. Jonathan just shook his head and sighed, standing himself up.
"Now, now…" He said, approaching Jervis carefully, "What's all this noise about, Hm?"
Jervis spun round, his eyes blazing with a mixture of insane rage and deep hurt.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG?!" He shouted, waving his arms about franticly, "They've taken my book!"
Jonathan crossed his arms.
"Really now. How terrible." He murmured, "And what did you do to deserve such dreadful punishment?" The sarcasm in his voice went blissfully unnoticed. Jervis sank down to the floor, burying his face in his hands.
"I don't know…" He murmured, "All I did was try and stab a guard in the neck with a spoon…"
Jonathan resisted the urge to laugh. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it when he noticed the puddle of blood pooling around Jervis' feet. He stepped forward, offering him his hand. Jervis looked up at him with eyes that could only be likened to a hurt puppy.
It made Jonathan both sick and slightly nervous.
"Come on now," He said, "We can't have you bleeding all over my floor."
Jervis sniffed and lifted himself off the floor, wincing slightly. Jonathan sighed, looking around his cell for some form of a bandage; when he was unsuccessful he looked down at his already torn shirt and figured that one more tear couldn't hurt. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt, ripping off a strip wide enough to span Jervis' bleeding hand. Jonathan blushed, noticing that half of his stomach was showing. Jervis didn't seem to notice though.
Or so he thought.
While Jonathan was busying himself with his bandage making, Jervis was busying himself with inspecting every inch of the infamous "Scarecrows" body. He had to admit, besides his lanky figure, Jonathan had a certain something about him that Jervis couldn't help but admire.
"There. Feel any better?" Jonathan's words snapped Jervis out of his thoughts, making him blush slightly.
"I suppose… thank you…" He mumbled, lowering his head. Jonathan frowned.
"What's the matter?" He asked, "I mean, besides your lack of reading material."
Jervis shook his head.
"I-It's nothing, I'm just a little…"
"Scared?" Jonathan finished, an undeniable tinge of excitement in his voice. Jervis shook his head again, laughing this time.
"Oh please, what's there to be afraid of here anyway? Besides the less than hospitable guard service…" Jonathan's frown turned into a scowl.
"Plenty of things." He paused, stepping closer, "Me, for example."
Jervis shook his advance off with a hearty chuckle.
"Really? I don't think so. I personally believe in that age old saying."
Jonathan was now so close he could inhale Jervis' scent, it smelt of tea and something muskier that he at once recognized as blood, the mixture was intoxicating.
"And what would that be?" He murmured. Jervis backed up until his back collided with the wall, but his grin never faltered.
"There's nothing to fear but fear itself." He stated, a hint of pride in his voice.
Jonathan's eyes darkened slightly as he tilted his head to the side.
"You're forgetting one thing…" He said, mere inches away from Jervis' quickly reddening face.
"A-And what's that?" He asked, his eyes alight with a new kind of fire.
"I am fear." Jonathan whispered, closing the gap between the two of them, claiming Jervis' lips as his own. The Mad Hatter let out a choked cry, his face flushing.
Eventually Jonathan broke away, gasping for air. For what seemed like an eternity, the two men stared in silence, waiting for the other to speak.
"Did you just…kiss me?" Jervis asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and content. Jonathan nodded slowly, just coming to that same conclusion himself. Why would I do something so irrational?! He asked himself, displeased when his only reply was silence. He looked back at Jervis, who gazed at him with an equal interest.
"Curiouser and curiouser Dr. Crane…"
A/N: (Hides) Well… Reviews Are Welcome, But Please, No Flames, I'mVery Sensitive About My Writing…