Gotham was particularly cold this night. Winter felt like an endless torment to Jonathan, He had been on the move since Bane's death. Anywhere was better than Arkham, he thought but the freezing air whistling around the empty confides of the new hovel he had found, made him think otherwise. The city was still in chaos, especially after batman's sacrifice. Gotham didn't have a hero any more, the police were running around like headless chickens trying to incarcerate all the criminals involved in the plan to destroy Gotham. Not only that but looting and violence were now plaguing the streets, order was no longer existent and in the mayhem of it all everyday was a constant fight for territory. This was an issue for 'The master of fear' He was not as physically scary as he was mentally to those who inhaled his fear toxin. No, unfortunately he was never gifted in strength, making him an unworthy advisory, not to mention he was low on his toxin as all his previous 'runners' were otherwise preoccupied or locked away in the GCPD.
No, at the moment Jonathan was down on his luck, his reputation meant nothing in this city any more, his theatrical nature meaning nothing with the batman gone. People take what they can, kill or torture for money, not for fear.

The scarecrow sat, slumped over, he had made this run down house his for the evening. It wasn't much but it had a mattress on the floor which was a bonus. All the cupboards had been picked clean, not even a scrap of furniture remained, it was hollow but it was a roof over his head none the less. He was on the outskirts of the city, a part of town that he guessed managed to get out before Bane closed off the bridges and tunnels. He hadn't seen anyone when he had climbed in, the street was empty and silent. Maybe the previous occupants just got up and left, no belongings remained so maybe they were looted and the people in question were murdered. A lot of questions entered Jonathan's mind about the previous owners because it was strange to think this was once a inhabitable place. Then again, after all the attacks, madmen trying to destroy the city, people going crazy, no wonder everybody would want to leave, its hardly as if Gotham was on the top of 'The world's best places to live' list.

Jonathan sighed as he set his toxin and his few belongings beside him and sank slowly back into the mattress. His eyes were heavy and the burden of being a wanted criminal was weighing down on him, his luck would have to change soon because going to bed hungry again was not exactly his idea of a good time.
He had drifted off for what had only felt like a second when he heard a noise from downstairs. It stirred him suddenly but he did not move. He listened for a few minutes but nothing came of it, it was still deadly silent. He closed his eyes again, he did not over think, he was a logical man after all, anything could of made that noise.
It wasn't long before his vision became hazy and he slipped into a sweet sleep again.

"Jonathan"

He heard a voice calling his name, his vision blurred and again, Not believing it to be more than a dream, he didn't stir. Though it called him again, louder this time, he didn't wake.

"Hey sack face, just get up would ya?!"

Jonathan bolted upright, brushing the hair from his face he saw a dark figure, stood peering down on him. There was only little natural light in the room, he could not yet see the intruders face.
The sound of laughter echoed through out the empty building, a sound he had heard a few times before and that he immediately recognised.

"Joker?" His voiced cracked, he was still dazed.
He had recognised the laugh from Arkham, though the two not formally introduced knew of one another. His cell was not far from Jonathan's and the repetitive laughter, he remembered was irritating at the best of times. As well there were many times Jonathan had seen Joker on the news up to all sorts of mad schemes, It was hard to find anyone in Gotham who didn't know about the Joker. He sat confused while the Joker decided to sit down on the mattress with the other man and a bit closer than Jonathan would of liked.

"Hey Jonny, hows life?" His big red smile now visible, this man was obviously unstable, it was not that Jonathan was scared of him, of course not, he was the master of fear after all but people are predictable and when you know what they fear they are easy to manipulate and their motives are clear, Joker, as far as Jonathan was aware, was very unpredictable, he did not fear like normal people and that's what put him on edge.

He stayed silent.

"Hey.." He grabbed Jonathan's hair violently making the other man gasp "When i ask you a question Jonny, I expect an answer" He pulled Jonathan closer so their faces were touching then threw him down again laughing as he did so. This was just another sick game he wanted to play and unfortunately Jonathan wasn't one for games.
He took the chance to grab what he had left of his fear toxin and within seconds the room was filled with the stuff. He was relieved when Joker dropped from the bed and onto the floor, coughing violently. Jonathan grabbed what he had and ran for the door. The coughing slowly turned to manic laughter before Jonathan even had a chance to leave the room. He ran down the stairs, Joker quickly behind him.

"That was fun! Got any more?" The toxin only seemed to have made the joker more insane because he had managed to jump on Jonathan only a stone's throw away from the front door. He was flipped over to face the joker who was now perched happily on top of him. He was stronger than Jonathan had anticipated.

"Where are ya going Scarecrow?" He panted and licked his lipstick stained mouth.

"what do you want from me?" Jonathan didn't want that last question to sound so angry, he didn't want the joker to see his frustration, his anger and his disgust but he guessed it was quite evident from his face. Joker would pay for this, his body on top of his made him feel sick. He put his make up covered face so close to Jonathan's, he turned away as not even to share the same air as him. The joker tried to calm him which only annoyed his victim more.

"well why don't we see..." he abruptly lifted himself off the other man, pointed his gun as a warning that Jonathan shouldn't get up. He started looking around the house, scavenging for whatever he could, apparently Gotham's current predicament had hit Joker as well. Jonathan lay there while the madman unsuccessfully searched for whatever he wanted. Just as quickly as he went away he was back with a bemused look on his face.

'Nothing?! you have..nothing? The 'Master' of fear has...nothing?" Jonathan just lay still, not wanting to give into his patronising jokes, he was better than this mad man, his work had meaning , he had devoted his life to something important and here was this lunatic, devoting his life to what? to telling jokes?

He restored his previous position on top of Jonathan, much to his displeasure.

"No, no no no no no NO! this just won't do!" His voice almost vibrating through the halls.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with nothing" Jonathan couldn't contain his witty almost bitchy self. for what did he owe this man? this man was nothing, a maggot to him. Joker stopped and smiled down at him. he bought his famous knife to Jonathan's mouth. He was twitching now underneath him, the pressure on the knife getting greater.

"well... you do have... something..." he sniggered the look in his eye even scared the master of fear himself. His free hand snaked its way down Jonathan's body. "This is something.." Jonathan could only recoil in disgust, the other mans gloved hand exploring under his shirt getting dangerously close to his waistband. He spat and wriggled in retaliation. He was pinned, Jokers knife was in contact with his mouth and he was weighed down with jokers body.

His hand finally found its way down and traced the outline of Jonathan's member through his trousers. Joker squealed with delight and laughed.

"..i like it!...I'll take it!"he happily announced. Jonathan gasped and struggled, kicked and screamed. It only seemed to spur the joker on, he could feel every stroke every movement, it repulsed him, made him sick, his manhood being groped and by another man no less.
Suddenly he stopped. tugged at Jonathan's hair and pulled him up to meet his eyes.

"Sorry...I don't fuck on first dates" He held a gun to the petrified man and pulled the trigger, a dart with a purple and green furry tip was inserted into Jonathan's neck, his vision was slowly going blurry, the big red smile was still visible until finally he was out cold.

Laughter flowed through the empty house as the joker left with way more than he had bargained for.