AN: This is Philophobia. I hope that this will be much more well-received by my readers, as I was constantly nagged on my first Scarecrow/OC fic, Second Chances. So therefore I ask of you all: Please NO flaming! Constructive criticism is great and all, but in an anonymous review *cough cough CutTheCrap* I was told I was a bitch who didn't deserve to continue writing. Um, wow? So yeah… Enjoy, then READ and REVIEW!(: Please…
Prologue
It was a cold, windy day at Gotham University. Dry, crispy brown leaves adorned the campus ground. Being mid-November, the temperature was steadily declining, at a quick, relentless pace. The students retreated earlier than usual to their quarters, knowing the chill of winter had arrived. Only a few of the college's residents would spend even the slightest bit of time outdoors. Among those few was a young woman sitting on a bench.
The woman wore tight denim jeans, with some old gray boots. Her dark, charcoal-colored coat rested finely on her shoulders. As she doodled absentmindedly on a medium-sized sketchbook, she was well-aware of the dark-haired male leaning casually against an old birch tree.
Jonathan Crane studied her from a distance, with a hint longing in his pale blue eyes. Her wavy brown hair cascaded just past her shoulders, curling slightly at her bust. If she had decided to look up, he would meet light green eyes filled with a mysterious look to them. From what he had gathered from observations alone, Samantha Goduti was smart, and beautiful. He wasn't the only who thought so. He'd heard many other men talk about her, but only as a pretty face. Crane believed she was actually intelligent, worthy of his attention. He hadn't really ever talked to her though, never really feeling a need to. But recently, he found his eyes would seek her out, and one day, he caught himself smiling slightly, for no reason whatsoever. Until he realized he was thinking of her. Interesting. He'd never really wanted to have a relationship with someone. He just wanted to finish school, get a good, powerful job.
He had several classes with Samantha; some in which her friends were in, some of which they were not. Hopefully he could use that to his advantage…
Sam stared at Jonathan out of the corner of her eye. He was attractive, handsome even. She had a thing for the whole "dark hair, light eyes" package. He was so smart. He always knew the answers in class, always had his notes done first, in neat, slanted script. Samantha kind of liked him. She wished she could just talk to him a bit, hang out. Her friends could be obnoxious at times, and they just cared about getting laid 24/7. Sure, sex was great and everything, but Samantha wanted to fall in love, and the first step towards that was meeting guys who were more serious and wanted a committed relationship.
"Time to leave, Sam." She muttered to herself. She got up and slung her canvas bag over her arm. She randomly blushed, feeling self-conscious as she knew Crane was still watching her, calm and cool. "And get yourself together." Samantha still had to finish her essay on Shakespearean tragedies…
"Goodbye, Samantha." Jon murmured wearily. He rubbed his temples, feeling confused and tired suddenly. What should he do now? He had all his work for school done, of course. Perhaps he could clean his dorm, though it was already tidied up due to his obsession with being organized. It was becoming worse and worse by the day. At this point he disliked her, what with her muddling his usually calm and controlled thoughts.
Well, maybe he just had to take action…
AN: Good, bad, so-so? Gotta tell me folks(: I don't know unless you say something about it! Lol, I'm writing this during my class...
And yeah I know it's short because it's the prologue so it's sort of meant to be shorter than the other chapters will be…
I just got Volume 4 of Batman the Animated Series! It's got Mad Love, Holiday Knights, and all the other awesome episodes. And we got the whole first season of Modern Family on Netflix. Awesomness.
Until later my dears…
REVIEW! (but no flames or I will track you down…:P) Constructive criticism welcome, ofc.