Hi all! So this is my first attempt at writing a DC comic thing, and those who have read my Marvel stuff already know that my comic book knowledge is limited. Well, it's even more limited on DC than it is Marvel, so if I get something incredibly wrong, PLEASE let me know. Crane's character is nearly completely based off of the Batman Begins movie, and some inspiration from other FanFic writers. My character, Senna Swan, is a creation that was inspired by Maria Brink, the lead singer of In This Moment. When I describe some of her styles, I'll place an ashtrik by it and put a note at the bottom in regards to what it's supposed to look like.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own ANYTHING having to do with DC comics, or the Batman movies, video games, etc. I am not claiming I own these things, nor am I trying to infringe on anything. This story is just for my pleasure and the pleasure of others, because we're sick, twisted, fucks like that. ;)

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Boo Back

Senna Swan never expected to be back in Gotham, but the University job was too good to pass up. She'd be living on campus, all expenses paid, until she found a place of her own in the city, but she didn't mind. As she pulled up to the dormitory, she noticed that the movers had beat her there and were already unloading boxes. The dorm was for seniors and grad students only, and they were more like apartments than dorms, save for them being minimally furnished, and two communal kitchens on each of the four floors. She had been told that her room on the top floor, where only one other student had a room, at the moment. Her furniture would go into storage for a little while, but her other things could all be brought up.

As she got out of her car, she put her black floppy hat on, completing her outfit: long black dress, blood red waist cincher, red heels, and long blond hair.* There was student outside of the dorm, either a senior undergrad, or new grad student judging by the looks of him, and he seemed to be waiting on her. Probably campus welcome committee. "Hello Professor Swan," he began, but was curtly cut off by the new instructor.

"Doctor Swan. I'm not a professor, yet. I need tenure first," she corrected with a sweet smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Swan." He wasn't a graduate student yet, that was for sure. So senior undergrad, probably the head of the student government or something like that.

"Here is a key to your room, as you can see, your movers are already here dropping of the boxes for you. Here is a folder and in it has login instructions, campus contact info, college events for the year, information of the storage facility the college set up for you, and a list of books the campus already has at the book store for classes, and an order form for you to fill out should you need more, or different ones. Are there any questions, Dr. Swan?"

"No, but thank you, dear," she replied, taking the folder and keys from the student before he began to walk away. Senna chose to stay outside and look around as the movers finished bringing in the last of her boxes into the building.

As a breeze moved her hair, and nearly took her hat from her head, Senna wondered if a certain cerulean eyed psychopath would even recognize her, if he even knew she was there in the first place. Never mind whether or not he did, Senna would still have her fun with her old flame.

She walked into her temporary home, taking off her hat as she crossed the building's threshold. It was time to unpack the boxes. Game One was already in motion, though she wished she could witness the result. Oh well, all in due time. All in due time.

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Doctor Jonathan Crane came back to his office at Arkham Asylum, after his lunch break, to find a small, dark blue envelope on his desk. Opening it, he quickly dropped it as if it just burned his fingers. There were only two words printed on the navy blue card, but they were enough to have the doctor glancing around his office suspiciously.

What's wrong, Johnny-boy? Seeing ghosts? the Scarecrow taunted.

Shut up! It's nothing, he replied in his head.

Crane picked up the card, and the envelope it came in, and forcefully tossed them in the trash can by his desk. Out of sight, out of mind was how he treated it as he prepared for his next therapy session with a patient. But at the bottom of the dark trash can, those white, printed words practically glowed. Two words that resonated in Scarecrow's mind, having him wondering what kind of meaning they held to the good doctor. What could, "Boo Back," possibly mean?

So, there's my first chapter. The outfit Senna is wearing is similar to Maria Brink's "Sick Like Me," outfit, minus the gloves with the nails, and all the jewelry. Stay tuned for the next chapter. :)