Disclaimer: Batman, all his associated worlds and the characters within them are not mine.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, slash, rape and the Joker is in this fic.

A/N: This story is following on from my one-shot Little Albert but you probably don't need to read it to figure things out. So this is a Nolanverse Crane origin story... enjoy.

Chapter 1

He saw that tiny body lying there. Not moving. Not making a sound. Not breathing. He knew who it was. He could hear groaning and moaning sounds that began to increase in volume and echo around his head until it was combined with screaming and he couldn't...

"Wake up," His eyes shot open as he felt himself be shoved by a large hand. "You were having a nightmare or something. Woke me up with your twitching," It was his Arkham cell mate who stood beside the bunk bed, now just staring at him. Jonathan lay on the bottom bunk, cold sweat drenching his forehead as he gathered his surroundings. He glared at his cell mate who still stood staring at him. "My wife used to have nightmares," The man grinned, showing off the teeth which had given him the name 'Snaggletooth'. They were disgusting, Jonathan was surprised the man could shut his mouth. Most of them were broken and rotting and some were elongated and filled with metal so they formed points and jagged edges. Jonathan quickly tried to re-call whether Snaggletooth actually had a wife or not. He had been sent to Arkham for crime involving biting... that was all Jonathan could remember.

Snaggletooth's grin suddenly turned sour as he leaned over Jonathan, putting one hand either side of his head. Jonathan mentally weighed the options of staying still and fighting back. His thoughts went to waste as Snaggletooth elbowed him hard in the stomach, grabbed both his arms with one hand and held them against the wall above Jonathan's head. Snaggletooth straddled him, keeping his legs pinned. Jonathan struggled but the man was three times his weight and it didn't help much. "You're my Pearl," Snaggletooth breathed. He stroked Jonathan's hip with his free hand and began ripping at his Arkham overalls with his horrible teeth.

There was no way he'd get out of this. Strangely it reminded him of his Batman encounters. He saw that Snaggletooth had ripped through the fabric on the right side of his torso and was staring at the exposed flesh hungrily. Jonathan looked away, shutting his eyes tightly. He flinched as he felt the jagged teeth rest on his skin, biting his lip so he didn't shout out in pain when Snaggletooth slowly dragged his teeth across the skin, tearing it open in places. He shuddered as Snaggletooth licked his nipple. His heart rate increased rapidly and he could hear the sound of water rushing in his head. He consciously knew that now was not the time to panic but the sound of the water in his head mingled with Snaggletooth's deep breathing as he lent into Jonathan's face and whispered "You're so pretty Pearl," just pushed him too far.

Something snapped in Jonathan's head. He felt angry. Intensely angry. His eyes shot open to see Snaggletooth's face still inches away from his. Jonathan lurched forward and bit Snaggletooth's nose hard. He yelled out in pain and brought both his hands to his nose, freeing Jonathan's hands. Jonathan grabbed the side of Snaggletooth's head and rammed it against the wall. Snaggletooth groaned and slumped sideways, loosening his hold on Jonathan's legs enough for him to get free. Jonathan grabbed Snaggletooth's head and forced it against the not-so padded wall again and again until he saw blood. He fixed his hands tightly around the thick neck, squeezing hard and watching Snaggletooth choke and turn blue, the sound of water still pounding in his head.

"What the hell?" Fucking Arkham guards. Jonathan was wrenched off Snaggletooth by a couple of astonished guards, strapped into a straight jacket and led out of the cell.

"I'm becoming increasingly worried about you," Jonathan sat in his psychologist's office, his new bite marks stinging under the bandages he'd gained at the infirmary. Snaggletooth was still out cold. Jonathan's psychologist sighed and rubbed his eyes, he looked appropriately tired for being called out at 4am to deal with Jonathan. A blonde woman sat nursing a cup of coffee in the corner of the room. Jonathan assumed she was a new intern.

Jonathan's psychologist's name was Doctor Henry Shield. He was a balding, portly, middle aged man with a kind face and the attitude to match. He was renowned as one of the few Arkham doctors to keep a cheery attitude after over a month of dealing with the patients. He seemed to genuinely care about his patients to the astonishment of all around him. This attitude also meant he was the most likely to be given new interns to instruct.

"Recently you've been angry and aggressive, very different from your usual behaviour," Shield stared at him with tired eyes, still somehow looking concerned "And now this," Jonathan said nothing to his psychologist and kept his face emotion-less, retaining eye contact with Shield. "Though you were... provoked in this circumstance, it's still unusual for you," He sighed "I and the Director apologise for what happened in your cell with Mr Rogers. The security cameras show that Rogers made the first move. I have no idea what would have caused him to act as he did and I will be taking the matter up with his psychologist. I must ask you a difficult question,"

Jonathan stayed silent, still keeping eye contact with Shield. Shield continued "Do you believe Rogers intended to seriously harm you or worse?" Silence. "Dr Crane, did Mr Rogers attempt to rape you?" Jonathan's mask slipped momentarily and the sharp eyed psychologist noticed and interpreted the flicker of emotion as a yes. Jonathan silently cursed as Shield's face showed the sympathy that he loathed. Then he berated himself for slipping up. "Remember what I'm here for Dr Crane," The intern shifted slightly and Jonathan took the opportunity to look at her and not Shield. She looked around twenty five and her name tag read 'H Quinzel – Intern'. She noticed she had attracted Jonathan's attention and looked momentarily frightened before giving him a weak, nervous smile. But Jonathan had noticed the fear. He smiled back pleasantly and saw the confusion flicker in her eyes. They keep eye contact for a while longer, it seemed like Ms Quinzel couldn't look away. Shield cleared his throat and Quinzel's head snapped towards him, broken from her trance. Jonathan smirked and faced Shield too. "This is Miss Harleen Quinzel. She is interning at Arkham and helping me today,"

"Nice to meet you Miss Quinzel," Jonathan smiled once again but Quinzel just smiled briefly his way before quickly looking back to Shield. Jonathan knew she was scared of him.

"And I thought you were a weakling!" The Joker pulled a chair over to where Jonathan had previously been sitting alone reading the newspaper. He placed the chair backwards in front of Jonathan and straddled it, resting his arms on the back of the chair and grinning. Jonathan glared at him which just made him grin wider.

"What do you want Joker?"

"Oh I just want to congratulate you on taking down a guy three times your weight with your bare hands," he paused then burst out laughing "I never thought I'd say that to you. How did you do it?" he didn't wait long for a response as he knew Jonathan wasn't going to give him one "I think," he dropped his voice and lent forward "you got angry," The grin on the Joker's face somehow grew wider as Jonathan narrowed his eyes. How did the Joker know? Jonathan worked to keep his face free of expression.

"I hit his head off the wall and almost strangled him," Jonathan spoke, keeping his voice level and calm. The Joker would love to know that he was bothering him, so Jonathan wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Maybe if Jonathan told him what had happened he'd go away.

"Why did you do it?" the Joker crooned in a strange mockery of sympathy "What made you so angry?" Jonathan's mind immediately thought of the sound of the water that had been pounding through his head.

"Why are you so interested?" He wasn't going to tell the Joker anything he could spread around to the other inmates. The Joker's grin faltered for just a moment and Jonathan's heart leaped in his chest. He didn't want to imagine what would happen to him if he got on the wrong side of the Joker. But the Joker's grin returned with more malice which strangely relaxed Jonathan. The Joker pushed forward on the chair so it stood on only two legs and he was closer to Jonathan.

"Oh you're much more interesting than you think you are," he purred, stretching both his hands towards Jonathan and clamping them on his shoulders. The Joker's chair fell forward but since it was so close to Jonathan it just rested against his knees. This propped the Joker up and trapped Jonathan in his own seat. But his hands were still free. One of the Joker's own hands snaked around to the back of Jonathan's neck and pushed his head forward so his forehead was almost touching the Joker's. "My little rummage into your pathetic dirge of a life came up with such fascinating things," The Joker hissed letting the hand at Jonathan's shoulder slip down so it was perched over the hidden bandages "But I want to the whole story," The Joker pushed hard on Jonathan's bite marks "From you," Jonathan gritted his teeth as the Joker twisted his palm and the wounds re-opened. He locked eyes with the Joker. The Joker was frowning with his teeth slightly bared. He knew he'd regret fighting back with his hands. The Joker wouldn't let him live to see lunch if he tried anything.

"Good luck," Jonathan hissed back "I don't remember my past, not anymore,"

"I know," The Joker smiled and returned both his hands to Jonathan's shoulders "But you will when I'm finished," He lent back and his chair fell away, freeing Jonathan and leaving the Joker with his arms crossed over the back of the chair, smiling almost pleasantly at Jonathan.

At lunch the Joker continued to shadow Jonathan, never saying a word but always following. This put Jonathan on edge and he almost stabbed an inmate with a fork when the inmate slammed his hand on Jonathan's table.

"I heard what you fucking did to Snaggletooth!" the inmate shouted before punching Jonathan in the head.

A/N: I already have about another chapters worth written so hopefully I won't take forever to update. Hope you enjoyed, please review and watch out for more.

Oh and yes the title is a very vague reference. If you can pin point it you're very clever, review and show me how smart you are ;)