The Id

Defination:

The id is the only component of personality that is present from birth. This aspect of personality is entirely unconscious and includes of the instinctive and primitive behaviors. According to Freud, the id is the source of all psychic energy, making it the primary component of personality. The id is driven by the pleasure principle, which strives for immediate gratification of all desires, wants, and needs. If these needs are not satisfied immediately, the result is a state anxiety or tension( )

Authors note:

Hello everyone welcome to my first batman fiction I hope I do it some justice. The pairing is Scarecrow/ OC just in case anyone is curious if you don't like just go away I bolded it because most just skip the authors notes anyway. I am going to mess with the timeline a bit and also it's probably a little AU because everyone knows Jonathans back story if you don't go Google it. I like to update every two weeks that would give me time to look over the chapters I write also I'm currently beta-less so forgive me if I have any miss spellings or messed up sentence structure.

Thoughts- regular speech

Thoughts- inner thoughts

Chapter 1: Thank God its Friday

Friday January 13, 1990

My fingers glided over the combinations dial to my locker absent mindedly as I watched the scene unfold before my eyes I had only been here a week I tried to keep my head down not wanting to attract attention to my person. I was a just finishing up my freshmen year in a small town (where everyone knew each other for years and there was only one church and small Grocery store) towards the lower Texas state when under stressful circumstances I now live in the rural outskirts of Gotham city.

I had a strange accent that people pointed out minutes after introducing myself in my home room class and began to make cowboy jokes( someone randomly sang the Texas Anthem) I wore boots complete with blue jeans a huge belt buckle and button up shirt needless to say I got enough attention to last me a life time.

With only five months of school left to end this terrible school year I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. My black hair created a curtain that put a screen between me and my classmates of Gotham Heights allowing me a chance to observe without seeming like I was focusing too closely and be drawn into the chaos.

On the floor lay prone figure his thin long frame curling into a ball protecting his vulnerable points such as his face and middle. Sheets of paper rained down as someone grabbed a nearby trash can while another tormenter quickly snatched the backpack laying innocent near the boy, I caught glances of him from in-between legs; emptied it out all across the floor mixing it with discarded paper from the trashcan. The one minute bell signaled in the speakers and as quickly as the chaos in halls filled with teenagers, her peers quickly emptied it felt like forever when the tardy bell rang.

The silence stretched until the lone figure in the hall began to uncurl slowly his long thin limbs coming undone he straightened and made a quick assessment of his surroundings. His eyes squinted looking around him, patting the scattered papers and books that lay carelessly tossed.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he quickly started combing through the garbage and gathered his personal items still on his hands and knees. I watched the boy began to put his collection of books back into his bag when not a foot away from me as I noticed lay a pair of glasses( probably kicked) under a nearby locker. I debated with myself as I scooped up the eye ware from its hiding place made my way down the hall the small doubt in my stomach about what I was doing.

I made assessment of him as I drew closer his had brown dress shoes that looked like that they had seen better days but were kept polished, khaki pants that seemed far too large for his thin frame, slightly faded green sweater covered him that looked like it was knitted out of cheap wool that looked terribly itchy. I coughed little from behind him so I didn't startle him his posture became tense as he slowly turned his face in my direction his body language reminding me of a skittish deer about to bolt from the faintest sound.

He didn't look into my eyes right away he stared at my worn blue sneakers his eyes traveled up my dark jeans then skimmed up at my sky blue shirt to rest finally on my face his expression quickly changed as he realized I wasn't a threat a poker face that would make card players envious, guarded look in his eyes slide into place like a mask.

He quickly stood from the floor his thin frame towering few inches above my own 5'1 frame I felt so small. My shoulder slumped inward unconsciously I didn't raise my eyes above his shirt collar we stood there a little while the only sound was my breathing after a couple of minutes I looked up to his face and I wished I hadn't.

He was studying my body language I felt like a bug being picked apart, like a helpless butterfly that was going to have her wings torn, pinned and put in a display box to be catalog with just his eyes.

My voice left me, my throat felt dry; my palms started to sweat and slightly shook as I quickly lifted my hand that felt it was holding a heavy boulder. His eyes final glanced down towards my offered hand like it was something disgusting when he realized the item specifically that was clasp between my fingers.

A look of confusion and something else flashed across his face as stretched out with his thin hand and took his glasses. His eyes bore into my mine again as if trying to read something that was written to small so you had to squint just to make out the words.

He quickly turned around lifting his backpack off the floor threw it over his shoulder and began walking away as if this strange encounter didn't happen. He kept walking as and it wasn't until he complete disappeared around the corner that I let loose a breath I had been holding in.

Sighing quietly to myself to leave some pushing some papers with my feet I quickly turned to the direction of my locker where I left my own book bag when something small was under my foot I bent down my hand picking up the small worn, brown, leather object. Someone up there must hate me I realized that the boy in haste to leave the scene of the crime had left something important behind, his wallet.

I sat down in my fourth period class while my history teacher; Mr. White, droned on and on with his lecture over the civil war. About 30 minutes before class was supposed to end he smiled evil to himself and channeled Darth Vader into his next words.

" Class I would you like you to turn in your writing assignments on the book you were supposed to read during your Christmas holiday…"

Slight groans and moans arouse throughout the classroom two students, both girls; I noticed had quickly stood to turn their assignments in while rest of class stared daggers at them until they sat down.

Quiet mummers arose throughout the class as the 23 out of 25 students(not included myself because I was excluded from this assignment to my joy) quickly began to rush through their back packs pull out there note books and put together 8 page paper that was supposed to take about month to complete into now 25 minutes crunch.

I opened my own bag I couldn't believe all that had happened to this morning I pulled out the wallet and gently turned it over in my hand rubbing my fingers on the rough worn edges.

What am I gonna do? I don't even know who he is if I open his wallet it's going to be like a invasion of privacy.

What if I give it to him and he thinks I stole it or something.

She shuddered as she recalled his attitude when she handed him back his glasses she couldn't imagine how he would react(or overreact) about this.

Sighing I returned it to my front pouch and quietly pulled out her journal from her bag she smiled as recalled her mother giving it to her the first day they moved into the house there rental home the land lady Mrs. Crane; had been welcoming.

(Flashback: Saturday January 7, 1990)(8 days ago)

" Now Ms. Tassel here is the kitchen just to the right is the door that leads to the basement.."

Mrs. Cranes' rought voice quickly faded into the back ground as she supervised the loaders with

the last of the boxes. She quietly sighed as she took the stairs in twos that led her way to her new bed room she gently carried the box in her arms like a life line she pushed open the door. Two windows in the room took up the right side of the wall were open allowing for gentle breeze to sway the white curtains birds could be heard chirping from the tree close to her window.

The bedroom was painted a soft blue that remind her of the sky back home in texas which was partial why chosen this room.

It had a small half closet just enough room to fit her clothes in and her own rest room so no having to make a trip in the hallway a night. She placed the box on the queen size bed unlike all the other boxes scattered across her floor opened the lid to pull out a picture to put on her nightstand it was a picture of her dad.

She kissed her hand then placed it over her fathers image set it down and reached into the box to start pulling out other frames of her friends and family.

When a soft knock on her door frame startle her

"Hey Sweetie can I help you with anything?" her mother saw the picture and made a sad smile at it.

"He looks so handsome in this one nice choice sweetie" she said softly.

"Thanks mom" I answered taking a deep breath.

She sat down on my pink comforter and smiled

" I know it's been hard kiddo you been such a sport with everything the funeral, moving out of state, a new house, going to a new school. But I know there are some things you can't tell me just like there is something's mommy doesn't share with you some personal things."

She handed her something the shape of a book wrapped in a brown bag to her and paused quietly waiting as she opened it.

A blue journal rested in her palms the site of it brought tears to her brown eyes with a voice full of emotion she said "Thanks mom"

And reach over and hugged her they sat there for 30 minutes before her mom announced that was time they got moving or they would never finish unpacking.

End flashback

She opened the journal it already had to two entries one for that horrid first day of school another from Wednesday night when she been feeling practically lonely and sad.

I picked up my purple pen and put a header on the top right corner of the page

Friday January 13,1990

Hey Dad,

So today I found myself observing the most outrageous thing a boy was getting bullied today in the hallway they dumped out his school bag and threw trash on him. I don't know what was worse the facility, hall monitors ignoring it or the students looking on in amusement as if the guy was just a part of the everyday entertainment at the high school. And you know I was alittle disgusted with myself for being too of coward to stop them I knew what they were doing was wrong I know you raised me better then this. I froze until it was all over and handed back his glasses to him the kid just screams brings a gun massacre high school type of guy so much aggression. I found his wallet on the floor I wish you were here to give me advice miss you so much.

A.T

I put my journal away as a her people around me shuffling there books back into there bags the bell rang signaling the start of lunch period.

I scurried down the pack hallways to the cafeteria hopefully I made friends soon I was going to have a lot of free time on my hands.

"I'll just read for my Advance Literature class.." smiling to myself as I pushed open the double doors leading into the lunch hall my eyes looking for an empty table where I wouldn't be bothered.

The school day ended right on time at 4pm the students quickly rushed out of the building towards the small parking lot for students located on the right side of the school. My stomach growled a little at the thought of those chocolate cookies mom baked last night sitting in the dish waiting for me to devour it.

I smiled at the emptying halls as I made my way towards the exit my breath caught in my throat as I caught site of the boy from earlier making his way towards my direction his clothes were replaced by some green one piece suit the kind janitors wear. Once again the outfit seemed to be a size too large for him he looked like his was swimming in it and he was pushing trolley with cleaning supplies and a trashcan.

I didn't know what to do many ideas raced in my mind I could once again make a fool of myself again and try to hand him back his wallet. Or I could throw it somewhere in one of the classrooms where he is cleaning but I then I would have to fallow him and what if he doesn't see it I'll feel bad. Or I could just turn it in to the front office so he wouldn't know it was me but what if the office aid let it slip that it was me.

As we were about to pass each other I took a deep breath for courage and turned around gently catching the sleeve.

He paused when he felt the slight tug on his sleeve and turned around slightly mission accomplished I relinquished his sleeve and step back to give us some personal space.

His eyes locked on me again I wasn't terrified like our last encounter and allowed myself to study his face.

His face over all was actually quiet feminine looking his skin was pale clear of blemishes and looked as smooth as a baby's bottom.

He had a slight pointed chin that was masculine enough that you knew he was a man. He had soft full lips that were currently held in a fine line probably because I stopped him again. A small pointed nose that was nowhere near huge like most guys it suited him. And then I looked at his eyes those were the bluest eyes I had ever seen like a clear blue sky I almost wanted to drown in. He closed his eyes and I noticed fine long lashes that would make any super model jealous.

His eyebrows were currently scrunched up probably in irritation at my checking him out. But then smoothed out and really accented his face he probably tweezed them.

He angled his head down a little probably trying to get my attention but all I noticed was his boyish long that stopped right at his ears his bang fell forward.

I don't know how long really I stopped and was staring at him but with a huff he turned away getting back to his tasks I guess.

When I grabbed his wrist his arm tensed at the slight touch and again he turned his gaze at me.

"What?" his voice came out agitated quickly pulling his wrist from my grasp.

He took steps forward I took steps back and then quickly opened my pouch raising my hand up as if that would stop his advances when I finally shouted out hurriedly.

"(ha fell down more like kicked)Iwasjustaboutogo turnitintotheofficedon'tworryIhaven'topenedit."

He looked at my trembling hands then back at my red face and quickly took the wallet and placed in one of his pockets that didn't have a cleaning rag hanging out of it.

I turned around quickly made my hurried steps as fast as my short legs could get me from him I heard a soft "thank you" float in the air as I pushed the double doors open.

My mom's silver station wagon was pulled off to the side my mom still in her waitressing outfit smiled big when she noticed my tiny frame coming out of the school.

I rushed into the passenger's seat and was buckling up as she drove off.

"How was your day at school Sweetie?"

"Oh it was great I finished half of assignments so we can finish unpacking the last of the stuff Sunday if you want."

"Thats my girl" smiled and quickly turned the radio station to soul music.

I sighed and slide down my seat pushing my backpack over to give my legs more room

Thank god it's Friday.

End chapter

Character List:

Ms. Tessel- 5'6 light brown hair, blue eyes, 31yrs old she is a full time waitress currently living in house ownd by .

Mrs. Crane- 5'3, 57 years old pepper hair black eyes is the land lady for the rental home my ocs family is currently living out in the rural area of Gotham.

Jonathan Crane- 5'5 16 yrs old, blue eyes, chocolate brown hair currently a Sophmore in hs works part time a janitor after school.

- my OC 15yrs old black hair, brown eyes who is currently a freshmen in hs lives with her mom; originally from Texas.

I know I went the whole chapter without saying my oc name I'm still working on it I know its gonna be a A name just cant find the right one I want. Jonathen also didnt get to intoduce himself but dont worry they have more time to talk next chapater.

The title for it is "Home is where the heart is"

Let me know your thoughts or if you have any ideas on what I should name her.

Thanks Ms.D