AN: Hello again. This is took-too-long-to-write sequel to All Those Things You Fear. Sorry for the wait. The good doctor didn't really want to get the, erm…

Zapping? I swear, that bitch…

Yeah. That. I can't blame him. It looks painful. Anyways, moving on. The rating is there for swearing, scary sequences

As if they didn't know! I mean, it's my job to scare them out of their little minds!

SHUT UP! THIS IS MY AUTHOR'S NOTE! Sorry. Rating…scary…right. That is all. Well? Shall we get on with it? Look for updates on Tuesdays and Thursdays, unless I say otherwise.

Or Jonny kills her. He's been sulking.

Do shut up, Scarecrow. Bother your own alter for once. Oh, by the way, I'm stuck in the U.S. I get Sherlock later than some of you. :( So keep your spoilers to yourself.

-Scary

"Wicked, wicked boy!"

"Granny, please…"

"Jonathan!"

He woke up flailing and unable to breathe. Where was he? Where was Granny? Why couldn't he see anything?

"Jonathan." That wasn't Granny. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? "Jonathan, it's okay. It's okay. Wake up."

His glasses were suddenly on his face and the room came into sharp focus. Blue ceiling, gray walls, and a copy of The Nightmare. He was in their apartment in Gotham.

"Jonathan?"

Kitty. She must have woken him up, unless it had been the other way around.

"What time is it?"

"A little after three." Great. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." He took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand. "Sorry."

"Go back to sleep." She sounded groggy. "Night."

"Night."

He rolled over and buried his hands under the pillow to keep them warm. Three in the morning…lovely. He'd never get back to sleep now.

Well, he could try. He had nothing else to do, after all.

Well, Jonny-boy?

I'm trying to sleep, go away.

You're no fun.

Shut up.

Scarecrow pouted but silenced. Jonathan Crane yawned and closed his eyes. With any luck, he would doze off by accident.

"Jonathan?" She wasn't sleeping, either? "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine. Go back to sleep."

She sighed and he heard her tug the blankets over her head. How she could sleep that way was a mystery to him.

Her breathing softened a few minutes later. At least one of them would be able to function in the morning. That was something.

He burrowed into his share of the covers and tried to drown out the sound of the rain. Morning couldn't come soon enough.