This is a short Jarvis Tetch aka mad hatter and Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow story, a little fluffy, a little suggestive in some places, but nothing to bad.
That night
This was their night. They had decided that it would be. All theirs, only theirs. The fact they where in different cells and Jarvis was in a straight jacket, after throwing assorted cutlery around after tasting the new cheaper, budget tea they now offered in Arkham, was entirely beside the point. It was still their night. It was the night marking two weeks since Jarvis finally managed to get Jonathan to fess up to the feeling they both knew they had for each other.
It hadn't been over hard to do so by that point. All Jarvis had to do was sneak into Jonathans cell late at night in total certainty that Jonathan would still be awake, and make Johnny look into his eyes and deny their feelings. Jonathan squirmed for only a few moments before taking Jarvis' hand, gently bringing it to his lips and brushing a light kiss across it. Jonathan whispered to Jarvis that he was being a fool denying it. Jarvis' heart fluttered in a romance novel way. The rest of that night was just a burr, a whirlwind of passion.
From that night onwards, Jonathan was his ginger haired, six foot tall, male Alice. And Jarvis could not be happier about it.
Jonathan was in 14 different kinds of crap; including the crap from the rare Seychelles Sheath-tailed Bat, yes Jonathan was in bat-shit. Jonathan had been more then happy to confess his feelings for the hatter, but he forgot to mention his immanent, non-official departure from Arkham. Lucky for Crane, Tetch had got him self thrown in segregation the day before he left, but it still didn't help that shuddery, guilty feeling that was currently bugging the hell out of Jonathan. All that aside, upon escaping Arkham, which was a fairly simple task for someone like Jonathan, or any dolt with half a brain, the friendly neighbourhood flying rodent decided to chase Jonathan threw the streets of Gotham.
"Really Batman there's no need to chase me, I'm just popping out for a moment." Jonathan called over his shoulder. In retrospect Jonathan realised that he could of asked Tetch to come along, but it would of meant a lot of re-planning and he just didn't have time for that. There was a new shipment of toxin to think of. It was going to be delivered this afternoon and Jonathan had to at the docks to collect it. Even still he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
*THUD!*
Jonathan blinked for a second, had he really just run straight into a wall? It certainly felt like a wall, and old crumbling wall yes, but a wall none the less.
"Turn around Scarecrow!" The Batman growled.
This was not going to be pretty, was the last thing Jonathan thought when the wall fell down on top of him and the dark knight.
AN: This is me working something out of my system. Currently I am (apparently) writing a fic which will eventually lead to some Joker/Johnny slashy goodness, a pairing I adore. However, I keep getting distracted by different pairings, first it was Bruce/Jonathan, but now its Tetch/Crane. So this was the quickest/best way to work that out of my system. Aside form pummelling my brain with Joker crane slash, that all you other wonderful people have written, which has helped greatly.
This will be two or three chapters, very short ones, oh and the author note will defiantly not be this long again promise.
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