Bruce found him in one of the Narrows alleys dirty and starved, and he still wore the same clothes from a year and a half ago, which were no good in the early November's rain. He thought that Crane would have been killed by one of his crazies that was still free, or maybe even have used the last of his brains to flee Gotham.

"Bastard…bastards…Jackson…" Jonathan whispered quietly as his breath puffs of air in the wind as his body shivered in the midwinter's chill not even noticing Bruce approaching.

"Crane. Crane, can you understand me?" He asked as he leaned over the broken man whose body could almost fit twice into Bruce's.

"Freak…JACKSON …save me…SCARECROW…" 'Crane' Bruce reached over to touch Jonathan's shoulder but the small man scrambled away landing in a near by puddle, his eyes wide and darting left and right.

"NO!!! Brother!!! PLEASE!!!"

"Sssshhhh, it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. Calm down, ssshhhh."

Bruce cooed gently as he reached out again only slower. "Come on, let get you out of the rain." It seem like hours before Jonathan let Bruce come near him and even longer to let himself be touched.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" he asked as he buckled Jonathan into the seat next to him in his sport's car and gently brushed the matted and dirty hair out of his face.

"Jackson…Grandmother please…scarecrow…freak…" Bruce got in his seat and slowly pulled out of the alley and dialed a number on his phone.

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"Alfred, I'm bringing home a guest. Can you have a warm bath, some soup and clothes ready in about 30 minutes?"

"May I ask who we owe this honor, sir?"

"It's Doctor Crane. He is in Bad shape."

"Are you sure it's wise to bring him here instead of taking him to Arkham?"

"I have no idea Alfred, but I believe he won't survive in Arkham. It will only be for a few days. "

"Be careful Master Bruce. Your request will be here waiting for you."

"Thank you, Alfred. "

Bruce hung up the phone and turned to the man beside him.

"What am I going to do with you, Crane?"

But the only answer he received was the sound of the engine and the whispers of a broken man.

Crane was like a broken doll with his long lifeless limbs and jerky movements. Bruce slowly peeled off the mans dirty and burned clothing and gave them to Alfred to burn. He lowered the man into the warm bath and gently scrubbed the man skin as Jonathan struggled and cried.

"Please…didn't mean it…I'm sorry….Grandmother…"

Then Bruce slowly clothed and fed him the soup Alfred had prepared and tucked him into the bed of one of the guest bedroom.

"There is nothing I can do for you is there, Crane?"

Bruce whispered and tucked the man's long hand away from his face. Bruce turned to leave but Jonathan grabbed his hand

"please…Jackson…I don't want….to be…alone…"

"Crane, who is Jackson?" "Jackson…brother….bastards…"

"Crane, answer me. Is this Jackson your family? Your brother?"

"Jackson…help me…"

"Crane who is he? Who is Jackson?"

"Please don't leave me alone?" Jonathan whispered before fell into a fitfull sleep

'What have I gotten myself into?' Bruce thought to himself before pulling up a chair to the bed to watch Crane thru the night.