A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fanfic in a very long time. Unfortunately I wasn't able to have betas for these next few chapters since they are both busy and being as the impatient person that I am I wanted to publish and at least self-edit these first 3 chapters by myself. I most likely missed a lot of things but hopefully you'll still be able to enjoy the story! It will mean a lot if you can give me any respectful feedback. :) The next 2 chapters will be up in the next couple of days or so since they are already written.

My story takes place a few years before Batman Begins. I kinda want to go on that pathway and in at least putting my story through the events of TDK and TDKR that deal with Scarecrow.

Once again, I'm sorry for being kinda rocky in this chapter. It's been awhile since I've written a fic and I'm trying my hardest to have my OC not be a Mary-Sue.

I do not own any of the characters except for Alouette Abraham. All right are reserved to DC comics.

Cover Photo from My Hot Toys Collection and Photography

Chapter 1. Opposition

"..Correct Miss. Abraham, the proper definition of development psychology is the study of the the psychological growth in individuals unlike in clinical psychology, it explores the development and treatment of psychological disorders across age ranges.." declared Dr. Bramowitz as he had his hands behind his back; giving off a slight impressed grin towards the direction of Alouette Abraham.

It was the start of the fall semester in Gotham University and Alouette only had 2 semesters to finish her specialized degree in psychology. This gave her the opportunity to hopefully gain a position, as an intern in Arkham Asylum, where she deeply believed was her place to be ever since she had the opportunity to visit the building as a freshman. She made sure she fulfilled the requirements in order to excel as an intern and eventually a proper psychiatrist once she held enough experience.

Alouette had the passion of becoming Gotham City's finest psychiatrist. After having a father who had a mental illness that drove him to the point of suicidal tendencies, she believed it was her calling. However, it was not an easy task to be considered in the top of her graduating class. She spent nights in the university library, drinking coffee cups after coffee cups and eventually fall asleep on her open book at least twice a week. She wanted to make sure that she would graduate with the highest honors even if that meant losing sleep and proper nutrition. To Alouette, knowledge was power and with great power comes great responsibilities.

She gave a soft nod to Dr. Bramowitz, signifying her gratitude of his acknowledgement of her correct answer in class that Monday morning. She looked around to see the other students taking notes making sure to not make the mistake Jonathan Crane did before she answered correctly

Jonathan Crane? Oh yes, Jonathan Crane.

Alouette's competition in class.

To be exact, the past almost four years of her college life.

Jonathan was not your stereotypical male who was considered the nerd in the movies even though he had the lanky built body with the dark brown hair and the clear-rimmed glasses pressed against his face as if his eyes were crying out to him to see every detail. He carried himself with an arrogant persona that everyone can sense in the room. He was quiet, kept to himself and Alouette only ever seen him fully opened his full lips when thanking a person or talking to Dr. Bramowitz after class about an assignment or incorrect exam score. He didn't seem he had any social skills other than the basics. On the contrary, Alouette knew she was his competition to get the next open intern position that they both strongly wanted; talking to him with facial expressions when either of them corrected each other in class to look at the others reaction. Everyone knew they took their future careers seriously other than just "getting by" with a degree in the corrupted city of Gotham. It was obvious how much they wanted it.

"You're able to pack up now. Remember that your first exam is next Wednesday, please put your essays in my mail box at my office before 5pm. Thank you." Dr. Bramowitz stated after finishing the first PowerPoint, turning his back to the class and eventually packing his class notes and turning off the projector. Students started to leave, complaining to each other about how the semester started several weeks ago and they already had an essay to write. Alouette started to put her supplies together and saw at the side of her eye Jonathan Crane walking towards Dr. Bramowitz, introducing him with a slight smile and a handshake.

'He probably needs another recommendation letter' She thought to herself once she slowly put her tote on her shoulder making sure she doesn't make it obvious she was watching Jonathan.

She got out of the classroom and started walking towards her dormitory. She loved the scenery around Gotham University even though it was obvious that the city was polluted with obscene crime and a form of darkness that surrounded the citizen's daily.

The smell of the nearby orchid trees filled her nostrils making her feel the emotion of euphoria, almost to the point of making her shoulders less tense with the heavy stress. The wind blew by and some leaves fell in front of her when she finally stood in front of dormitory that was made of bricks that grown dark from the university being in the area for awhile. She unlocked the door, walked up a couple of stairs and finally arrived to her dorm with the name "Alouette Abraham" engraved on it. In her freshman year, she decided to have a single person dorm, giving her the ability to be alone when she needed it to be. Whether that be eating by herself watching a couple of videos online, organizing her closet, or just blasting music when she was getting ready to get to class; she enjoyed every minute of it.

Alouette put her tote in the small coral purse hanger that was on her wall, slipping off her black flats and eventually walking towards the floral printed couch at the corner of room. She sighed once she finally lay down in the comfy furniture. Looking up at the wall that she usually looked at when trying to organize her thoughts for the rest of the day she hummed a small tune while moving her feet to a rhythm.

Printing my paper for abnormal psychology...reminded Rachel about our small outing next weekend…looked at new email…wait..

She urgently stood up when she remembered that she forgotten to check her email before class. As she got her laptop in front of her and rapidly typed her private log in information, she noticed the small notification on the right hand corner. Once she opened the content the email was attached under the name "Arkham Asylum Intern Position Application." She opened it with no doubt in my mind and read the words that were shown on her bright screen.

Hello Miss Abraham,

It has come to my attention that we are missing one of the documents that is part of the application process for the intern position in our asylum. Please come to our building whenever you have the proper documentation in order to avoid delay in your notice of hire. Thank you.

Arkham Asylum Intern Coordinator

"Crap." Alouette said under her breath when she realized that she forgotten to give them a copy of her birth certification that was all the way at her mother's place, whom has disagreed with her interest in pursing a career in psychology after the tragic death of her father. Mrs. Abraham didn't believe Alouette had a strong mind in order to face high profiles that were maintained Asylum. However, Alouette begged to differ. She knew that the loss of her father was the driving force of her doing well as a psychiatrist. She wanted help people who needed help mentally and emotionally.

'I can go and take the car to mothers place tomorrow morning after class and ask her for a copy or even better…have her fax it. ' At this time, Alouette didn't want her mother knowing she was not only continuing her desired career path, but the fact that she is planning to intern at an actual asylum. She knew that would certainly made her mother force her back home and entering a new field that didn't deal with psychology. After all, Alouette's mother only wanted the best for her with good intentions.

After clicking the small icon entitled 'flag' next to the email in order to remind her about the next responsibility she had, she logged out of her computer and changed into more comfortable clothes instead of her Ana Karina inspired wardrobe that she regularly wore to class. She was ready to go to the library, hoping she won't encounter the arrogant Jonathan Crane again. He had the tendency to appear in the same study section in the library as her even after sharing a few dirty glimpses here and there these past semesters. The academic war was always going on between the two of them.

Once she locked her dorm and swiftly started walking downstairs going outside, she started to hum the same song that she hummed earlier while laying on her couch. Her feet crunched the leaves that seemed to sprout from the ground instead of the trees that rose above her, giving her same euphoric feeling that the orchid trees earlier have done.

Eventually she arrived to her designated destination, but before she hurled herself to her beloved books she wanted another dose of coffee. She turned into the small café that was shown before the elevator to go up the quiet rooms. Alouette looked towards the menu and decided to try a new drink this time other than her warm brewed coffee that she always had the habit of getting. Slow classical music played in the café in the library while having barista's steam coffee and clanking their coffee making supplies.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The cashier barista in the front asked with a small smile spread around her face.

"Um, hi, yes. I would like to have a medium size coffee with milk please." Alouette ordered while taking her debit card from her navy blue wallet. She gave her card to the barista who gave Alouette's order to her coworker and eventually giving her card back. Alouette walked to the "pick up beverage" site without noticing who was behind her waiting in line to get his coffee.

She started looking around noticing the small details that the café added in ordered to look more welcoming until she heard that low voice that annoyed her practically every day.

"Café au lait is the proper pronunciation, Miss Abrahams." Alouette turned around and saw the devil himself. He gave her a side smirk, striking her with the oceanic blue eyes that he had behind his clear glasses. It felt like he was shaking her with lightening bolts.

"Hi Jonathan." Alouette said while turning frontward, trying to avoid his face.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here." He said sarcastically while also turning frontward having his briefcase in hand. Alouette noticed his briefcase beside him and bit her cheek.

"Is that suppose to be your backpack?" She poked fun at him.

"Backpacks are extremely childish. I prefer to be presentable everywhere I go. You know, just incase I meet any fellow Arkham Asylum doctors on campus." Jonathan said, noticing the small eye roll she just did. He knew that gave her a small tug at her annoyance levels. Jonathan had an interest in wearing suits or at least Sunday's best to class. It baffled Alouette how over the edge he was about this internship.

"I suppose. Maybe you are just getting your hopes up for nothing." She replied back. Jonathan refrained from making a grimaced in order to not let her know of his annoyance of her, but he failed.

Before he got the chance to snag another bite of an insult to Alouette, the barista called out her order and she swiftly went to pick it up while excusing herself to Jonathan. Even with her kind manners, Jonathan had the urge of destroying this girl's chance in becoming the next intern of the asylum. He didn't fall for her "good girl" looks and he can't believe any of the professors at the university even considered her qualified for such a position. Jonathan knew he was going to be one and if he wasn't, he knew how to snatch her little dream away.

'She seems quite a peach, Johnny' his alter ego said. Jonathan nodded, having it to be the perfect time when the barista called out his order when in reality it was a sign of agreement towards his other voice.

'Maybe we should get to know her a bit better…'

'No, we're not. I'm not going to be friends with that little viper. ' Jonathan said while stepping inside the elevator with his coffee in one hand. He wanted to make sure he was the only one inside just in case things get too hasty with his alter ago.

'You know what they say little Johnny boy, keep your enemies closer.'

Jonathan silently groaned in annoyance towards the other voice in his mind enough to get his message clear to be quiet. He didn't want to be "friends" with this Alouette girl. She was his competition and he was hers. They can't even have a proper conversation without insulting each other, how can they even form a friendship?

'Get to know her and get to know her fears. Maybe then we can properly have a test subject.'

Jonathan stared blankly at the doors that were slowly opening for the quiet study rooms in the library, processing the information that the other voice in his mind said. Scarecrow was right, she would be a good catch to prove whether or not his gas works, the continuation of his father's experiment that gave him the burden in his mind for the first of his life.

But how was he going to convince her to form a bond with him?

A/N: So what do you guys think? :) Again, I'm sorry for the unsteadiness! I'm working a bit and hopefully be better once the story progresses. I appreciate any feedback. I hope you guys have a lovely day/night. See you guys later!

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