Disclaimer: I only own my original characters. Scarecrow and Batman are property of DC Comics.
I first met my husband in Junior year of high school, in a College/ACT Prep class. It was the first day of our second semester and our teacher was giving us a redundant lecture about how 'we're almost adults and it's time to prepare for it.' I had already had the same lecture three times that day, given by three different teachers who taught half-credit classes.
"This class will prepare you for your future, college and the ACT's. To better understand your needs, I would like to go around the room and I want you to tell me what you want to do in life." Our teacher said, in a monotone voice.
After three 'I wanna be a pro-football player.', seven 'I wanna be lawyer', and two 'I wanna be a nurse ', we came to my future husband.
Then, he was just a name to me. I didn't know him, but I knew about him. Everybody did. He was always on the Honor Roll since first grade without fail, won all the science fairs, spelling bees and quiz bolls, and had numerous scholarships. We knew we would hear about this man when we older either curing a disease or making a major scientific discovery. My best friend Austin was his next door neighbor. Everyone knew his mother passed away in fourth grade, but Austin told me about his emotionally distant father. Austin remarked that he believed both were aliens due to their lack of emotions.
"Jonathan Crane, what do you want to do with your life?" The teacher asked.
"I want to cure fear." He said, quietly.
The room buzzed about this odd goal.
"How do you cure fear?" Our quarterback whispered to his girlfriend, incredulously.
"You can't cure fear, Nostra-dumb-ass, it's an emotion." Our lineman jeered from behind Jonathan, slapping him on the back of the head, knocking his glasses off.
I didn't feel sympathy for him, after eleven and a half years of seeing him being tormented, it begins to numb you.
A few people stuck up for him years ago, I did a few times, but anyone who did was met by an icy glare from his intense blue eyes. Sometimes he would mutter 'I don't need your help.' Most of the small amount of people who tried to help him gave up, I was one of them, some people still do occasionally. Those people were not present at this particular point in time.
I didn't think about Jonathan until three weeks later in psychology class. I still don't know why I took that class, I didn't want to be a psychiatrist! I guess it sounded interesting when I filled out my enrollment papers.
"Ok class!" Our teacher said brightly after the tardy bell rang. "Today, we're going to do a little fun experiment! I will partner you all up into groups of two. When I assign you a partner, one of you will need to come to the front of the room and grab a blindfold."
I heard snickers from around the room and the word 'kinky' came up a few times. I knew what we were doing, my friend Michelle took the class the semester before and told me about the trust exercise we were about to do. Basically, you're blindfolded and a total stranger has to navigate for you around the school. I sat there hoping I wasn't going to be paired with….
"Jonathan Crane and Addison Walker."
Yep. I wasn't going to live to see the minute forty-nine minutes. I knew he hated me ever since I accidentally pelted him with water balloons Freshman year when I thought he was Austin. I thought Jonathan would walk me right of the roof.
After every other person had a blindfold, we went out into the halls with the only instructions of to be back five minutes before class was over.
"Do you want to go first?" I asked Jonathan. He said nothing and shook his head. I sighed internally as I tied on the blindfold.
I started to walk straight with my hands slightly out in front of me. After a few seconds of silence from my partner, I began to wonder if he was even there.
"Take a left." He said finally.
I did as told. This continued for a few minutes. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. I continued walking blindly with only the sound of following footsteps passing between Jonathan and me.
"Right." Jonathan said. I accidentally took a left. When I stepped, I felt nothing but air beneath my left foot.
"I said right!" He exclaimed in annoyance. "Watch out for the stairs!"
As I started to topple over, I felt a pair of hands grab me from the brink of the stairs. I tore the blindfold off, expecting to see the principal or a coach, but all I saw was preternaturally blue eyes.
"You could have broken your neck you imbecile!" Jonathan said, storming off back to class.
That's one thing about Jonathan I can't stand, even to this day; his arrogance. He thinks he's always right and smarter than most of the people in this world.
I said nothing to him and flipped him off behind his back. I stopped feeling bad and sorry for throwing water balloons at him that day.