I'm on a roll of really short fics! And I'm afraid you guys'll just have to put up with it. Har har har. I made a funny. Everyone hold on tight to your Suspension of Disbelief hats!
With her Puddin' gone, the Scarecrow had become Harley's friend and confidant. (Under normal circumstances, this would be described as one-sided; Harley would take up the entirety of the relationship. But even the God of Fear must adapt to changing times, however drastic they may be.) This was, above anything, a matter of convenience for both of them. Oh, sure, Crane could have continued his solitary existence and Harley could've attached herself to any other Rogue with less emotional difficulty, like, say, Tetch or Nigma. However, the fact remained that a minor issue was overlooked in the building of Arkham Asylum. A crack existed between two cells. The odds were against it, but Harley and Crane inhabited those cells. If there was something to help one of their own, (and went unnoticed by anyone sympathetic to the new regime), almost all of the Rogues were willing to exploit it. The crack was no exception.
Sometimes they would take the risk and whisper, though they were each so quiet that they could hardly understand each other. Other times, usually, they only comforted themselves with the knowledge of the other's presence; that they could whisper if they had to. In case of the relatively rare occasion when only one believed it was safe enough to discuss the day without fear of Bolton's wrath, the one who believed in luck (unsurprisingly, almost always Harley) would whisper and receive no reply. Some nights, Harley was certain there was no danger, but the Master of Fear did not believe that Bolton was away from the omnipresent bug allowing him to hear everything.
Tonight is one of those nights. But even Jonathan Crane is not cruel enough to deny Harley and her singed hair.
"Johnny? …What if they don't believe us?"
"They will."
"But what if they don't?"
"…Then we remain here." The words taste foul. Like defeat.
He can practically hear tears welling in her eyes. "I can't survive here, Johnny."
"…I know, child." The miracle present in every story rears its head. It does not matter to either of them why, exactly, this miracle appears. But it does. Jonathan tries to comfort her.
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word…"
"Mamma's gonna kill, for you, the whole damn world…" They both smile small smiles at her…adjustment. Jonathan goes along with it.
"And if the world still doesn't see…"
"We just hafta show who he can be…"
End notes: It is not meant to tie in with Arkham City. Rather, Harley's "adjustment" is just a reference. Reviews are very much appreciated.