EDIT: November 6th 2016; planning on rewriting this. The story-line will remain the same, though some elements may change. This'll follow for the coming chapters.

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'They're hauling people like us out on the streets, Ellen! We have to try to leave this damned city!'

'If you hadn't made that deal, we wouldn't have to be so cautious! They freed everyone in Blackgate! You think he won't come after us?!'

'Of course I know that! That's why we have to leave!'

Samantha held her stuffed animal close to her chest, trembling at her parents arguing. She was terrified. After what had happened at the football stadium, she feared for their lives. That man named Bane had declared rich people would be torn from their homes and thrown out into the cold. And what were her parents talking about? Who was going to come after them?

'Dad…?' she whimpered.

He only briefly gazed at her.

'Sweetheart, just be quiet, okay? Everything will be -' he was cut off by gunshots nearby.

His gaze turned to his daughter, panic in his eyes. Seeing him scared didn't reassure her in any way. She could only fill with fear.

'Hide in the closet. Quickly', he urged her.

With tears in her eyes, she let father pull her along, as he pushed her into the closet. She stumbled, biting back her bottom lip to hold in her sobs.

'What about you?' she asked softly.

'Mom and I will be fine, sweetie.'

He kissed the top of her head, pushing her further into the closet. He closed the doors, leaving only a small gap for her to see what was going on.

More gunshots and she childishly clutched her stuffed bear closer to her. She soon saw thugs enter, holding guns to her parents' heads. She put a hand to her mouth to quiet her cries.

In came walking a man with a burlap sack covering his head. Her father's eyes widened visibly. It left her confused; did her dad know him?

'Heyworth, old friend. You were supposed to buy me out', the man's deep voice came.

'I broke my ties to you, Scarecrow', her father hissed.

'Oh no. You bought my compound to eliminate your rival but you never paid', the masked man turned to her mother; 'I think I should start with your wife', he looked at one of his thugs, nodding.

A gunshot ran through the air and Samantha could only try not to cry as her mother's body laid there, lifeless. No…this couldn't be happening…

'Do you have any children, Heyworth?' the masked man wondered.

Her father, now visibly crying, shook his head. Samantha knew why; he was protecting her. But her mother was dead…

She sobbed very quietly.

'I don't. My wife was infertile', he lied through his teeth.

The man laughed manically. It sent a chill down Sam's spine.

'You're a terrible liar. I'll find your beloved kid and I'll end them', he hissed lowly; 'too bad you'll be dead by then.'

Several gunshots and her father lay dead too. Sam couldn't keep quiet anymore; the sudden loss of both her parents striking her like a dagger being pushed through her heart. She was all alone now…and she felt terrified of what was going to happen to her. She couldn't defend herself…

She cried softly, putting both her hands to her mouth to keep herself still. She was too caught up in her grief to notice the masked man coming towards the closet.

She let out a loud gasp, as the doors were pulled open. She came face to face with the man that had just slaughtered her parents.

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Crane kicked over the lifeless body of his former associate and soon heard soft sobbing, from the nearby storage closet. He let a smirk grace his lips. Braiden's kid had to be hiding in there.

He went towards the closet, being ready to spray the brat with a good dose of his toxin. He would take great pleasure in watching them claw their eyes out, the last thought before their death being him, the Scarecrow.

He ripped open the doors, finding a young, blonde girl sobbing and crying in the closet, hurled up with a stuffed bear in her arms.

His heartbeat fastened at the sight of her. She was so young, so beautiful. She had very long, almost white blond hair and light blue eyes. Light freckles were dusted across her nose and rosy cheeks. And despite her tearful appearance, she was a completely stunning sight.

'Well? Gas the bitch and be done with it!'

'No -' 'No? Then tell me you want to keep her as a pet to play with?'

Crane didn't answer his alter ego. He slowly removed his mask, kneeling down in front of the young girl. He reached for her face, wiping her tears as he felt her skin under his fingertips. She flinched visibly.

'So soft and delicate…'

'Good Lord, Jonathan. Can you have any less horrid timing? You were supposed to X off this family and be done with it! Not feel up this now orphaned teenager!'

'P-please don't h-hurt me', came her soft voice.

He bit his bottom lip. She had such a sweet voice. And hearing it plead for him…it excited him.

'Look at her…shaking, trembling…such a delicious sight.'

At that, Crane and Scarecrow were in agreement. She was so deliciously vulnerable and beautiful. And that little nightdress did nothing but fuel his growing arousal. Yes…she would do very nicely.

'I won't.'

Was his answer.

'Not yet at least…' he fought back his twisted grin.

Oh how he wanted to ruin her. If only as a last insult to her father. To claim her and ruin her mind completely…it left him overjoyed at the idea.

He gripped her by her forearms, forcing her to drop the stuffed animal from her hands. She tried to reach for it, but he pinned her against the wall before she could. His hot, drunk gaze met her terrified stare. She was visibly shaking and rightfully so. Oh he was going to enjoy breaking her down…

'Look at that; the kid wants her teddy bear back', Scarecrow taunted.

'What kid her age sleeps with a stuffed animal anyways?'

Crane eased closer; she tried putting her small hands against his chest but she knew as well as he did she couldn't possibly fight him off. She was weak and defenseless and he loved the power he had over her. She was going to be so easy to break.

He leaned down, running his tongue up the shell of her ear. She flinched and he couldn't help but smirk.

'You're all alone now. Mommy and daddy won't be able to save you…' he murmured into her ear.

A sob was the only response he got. He looked down on her small, distressed frame, grinning.

'P-Please…' she pleaded.

He pulled away from her. He looked to one of the thugs approaching. He reached down, picking up the worn teddy bear, forcing it into the girl's chest.

'Take her to my hideout, but keep your hands off her', he hissed.

His henchman nodded and Crane watched with a darkening, possessive stare as he dragged the crying girl away. A smirk tugged at his full lips; it had been such a long time since had a woman close to him. And this girl, this innocent young girl…oh the thoughts and fantasies she made his mind come up with…

'Innocent huh? I'm betting she hasn't even had her cherry popped yet. Think about it…the way she would squirm and moan as you took her for the first time.'

Crane inhaled sharply.

Oh he would take her slowly…she would moan with every inch he pushed into her, her pale blonde hair fanned out underneath her, while her back was arched. She would be tight, but he would enjoy every moment of her so tightly wrapped around his manhood, while his hands would softly tease her breasts...

Scarecrow cackled inside his head, as his sudden thoughts overwhelmed him.

'Sometimes I really hate you.'

'But Braiden's daughter certainly provided us with new entertainment. And let's be honest…Bane couldn't care less if you fucked one little virgin.'

Crane struggled to get his breathing under control. He was getting much more than he had bargained for with this girl, that was for damn sure…

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Downstairs, Crane got into the back of his van, watching the scared girl beside him as she moved away from him. He took a harsh hold onto her hip, pulling her to him. She only clutched the bear more tightly around her, as if it were the only thing that could keep her from breaking down completely.

'You should just burn it in front of her eyes.'

'No. She probably got it at a young age…I'm not going to destroy that one memory.'

'Well you're awfully sympathetic all of a sudden. You goin' soft on this one?'

She pushed against him oh so weakly, whimpering. Tears sprung in her eyes but he couldn't help but stare down her shirt; he only now noticed she was wearing nothing but her pajamas. It had been late in the evening when they had arrived, after all.

He gripped a handful of her hair and twisted, his gaze now cold and detached as he stared her down. Pain was evident on her face and sheer terror had found those stunning light blue eyes.

'Behave', he ordered.

Her struggles seized; she was absolutely terrified of him. He ran a finger down her cheek.

'Tell me your name', he spoke lowly.

She hesitated and he twisted her locks tighter between his fingers. She let out a moan of pain and the sound caused a chill to run down his spine and rest in his groin.

'S-Samantha!' she squeaked.

He loosened his grip on her.

'Good girl', he nodded.

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Samantha stayed in the corner of the living-room, as the former Doctor Crane, also known as Scarecrow pace around the room. She was seated the darkest corner, her knees pulled to her chest in terror. He was either going to kill her or gas her with his fear toxin…she was sure of it…

She buried her face into her knees. She was nothing but an orphan now, doomed to either get killed off or get raped by the man that had kidnapped her.

She sobbed softly.

'Now now, little Samantha. You should be grateful I let you live.'

The strong male voice made her look up. More tears filled her light blue eyes.

'Y-you killed them…' she choked out.

'Ah yes. That I did. But your father wasn't without sins either. How do you think he got his promotion?' she swallowed; 'by taking out the competition', he told her when she didn't answer.

'P-Please just let it all be over', she pleaded to herself.

He was there before she knew it, pinning her small frame to the wall, holding her there with his body. She could feel something hard poke her against her lower abdomen and the thought of what it was left her panicked. He was going to take advantage of her!

'My dear, we've only just begun', he hissed lowly.

She squirmed, whimpering.

'Please…get off…'

He only pushed more tightly against her, his arousal now clear and evident against her. It only left her more panicked and scared of what he would do to her.

'You're scared, aren't you?' he taunted.

She only looked at him, feeling so helpless. She didn't want to get hurt, but she had no-one to save her from this madman.

He gripped her by her throat, his fingers closing around her thin, delicate neck. His sudden grip left her completely still, too scared to move.

'You're worried I will assault you? Hmm?' he mused.

Her fear of him had completely silenced her. Her nanny had always warned her about 'stranger danger' and this man…with the way he looked at her…he was the type of predator she had been warned to be cautious about.

'Oh my dear girl…if you only knew what I have in store for you', he licked his lips; 'I'll ruin you', he declared with a smirk.

Her eyes went wide. No…he couldn't do this to her…she didn't want this…

He nuzzled his nose against her neck. She closed her eyes tightly, praying for this to be a dream she would wake up from…why was all this happening?!

'Such innocence…be prepared to lose it', he spoke.

He let go of her, watching her tremble against the wall. He flashed a twisted smirk.

'Welcome to the new Gotham City, Miss Braiden.'

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So…another Crane and OC story? I says yes xD I wanted to work on something that had Crane as a complete deranged psychopath that gets off on seeing people in pain or in fear. I don't know whether this Crane is going to be the same as the Crane in Obsession but I know this…I love writing twisted things like this…

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests