Ithurial: I'm back at last sorry about the long wait, I got sidetracked by sixth form stuff. … … anyway on with the story, anything in italic is in Jonathan's head. Disclaimers in chapter 1.

The joker is in my cell.

THE Joker is in MY cell.

….nope it still made very little sense, and in his half sleep state, it didn't look like it was going to any time soon. Having the clown prince of crime darken your doorstep even stunned Scarecrow into silence, which was something he thought was impossible. But, it happened and all Jonathan managed to splutter out was a very confused "What?"

"I said…" the joker rolled his eyes in an overly theatrical manor, that just served to irritate Crane, much like all the lip liking did, I wonder if he wears peach flavoured lip balm or something " are you ready to, err , go?"

Jonathan snapped back into life, "Go? I didn't realise I was leaving." he replied in his normal unemotional tone, laced with the slightest touch of sarcasm.

"um yeah, yah did"

"no, no I didn't"

"well I did"

"and that's suppose to mean that I know, how?"

"well, if I know then you should know"

Jonathan just blinked, the man was infuriating.

"… so are you coming or not?" The joker sighed " 'cause I could find someone else if you didn't wanna-"

Before Jonathan could stop him self he climbed off of his bed and walked over to the Joker, barefoot and still half asleep. At which point Scarecrow snapped out of his shock and decided that this was the stupidest thing Jonathan had ever done, and that it brought into question whether Jonathan really was a genius.

Um…Jonathan?

Yes?

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

Leaving with the Joker

Why?

Jonathan mentally shrugged, he didn't know why it just seemed that at that moment, on that day Jonathan Crane had to follow the Joker out of his cell.

Outside there was two guards slumped on the floor, with long red rips going along their cheeks in a ghastly replica smile.

"Why do you have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Carve their faces up after they're dead"

The joker shrugged "dunno, why do you have to poison people?"

"because-"

"I don't really care, Crow. Now come on, places to go, people to see" The clown grabbed Crane by his arm and dragged him of down the hallway, almost tripping over the guards legs: he never did like them much anyway, so it was no great loss to Jonathan.

"Where are we going?" Crane finally asked when they got halfway towards the exit then turned in the opposite direction.

"On a little detour, stop being so scared sweets', your in safe hands" Safe hands Jonathan would of felt safer locked in a cell with a venom pumped Bane, at least that creature was, somewhat, predictable, whereas the Joker wasn't . Jonathan didn't like that. He liked control, as it was often pointed out to him, and with the Joker there was no control, he could tell that much already.

"To where?" Jonathan tried to say forcefully and dug his heals into the ground causing the clown to stop and turn around.

He raised an eyebrow "are trying to be scary, crow?"

"No, I just want to know" Jonathan replied looking up ever so slightly, so that he could look straight into the Jokers eyes, suppressing the small shudder that always runs down your spine when you stare into the eyes of a cold hearted killer.

They looked at each other in that way for a while, until Jonathan had to look away. Joker smiled to him self "You've got real pretty eyes there, doc. It would be a shame if had to poke them out." The clown laughed and carried on walking ahead dragging Jonathan along, Crane took this as the Jokers way of saying one of two things; one, Don't ask any question, or, two, that the Joker's making it up as he's going on.

Or he just wants to poke our eyes out

Jonathan sighed and why would he want to do that?

… seriously Jonathan are actually that thick? Scarecrow shook his head Look he's a psychopath, I know it, you know it. Why don't we just go in the other direction and make our escape… on our own.

No, I want to know what he's up to, see how he works

Scarecrow sighed, you really are impossible. Fine do what you want, but I don't want to have to say I told you so. And with that the Scarecrow took the backseat, watching.

After a minute or two they began passing the over villains cells, most of which where asleep; much to Jonathan relief, he wasn't sure if he would be able to explain this. He wasn't even sure if he understood what was going on. Well, when I said they where all asleep that was except for one.

"Hay Mr Jaaayyyy" Harley sung out fron her cell. "puddin' over her!"

"Harls my girl, how nice to see you again." The Joker laughed walking over to her cell.

"I am soooo happy to see you again!" She giggled "...and look you brought Johnny too! This is going to be so cool!"

"I bet it is, and I would also wager that yah really want to escape about now too."

"Ah-ha" Jonathan could clearly imagine the once respectable psychiatrist, nodding her head like a school child, and was disgusted at what the Joker had done to her all over again.

"well good luck with that." The Joker began to walk off down that hall.

"Mr J! Where yah going!" she called out down that hall "Don't leave me here! Pleeaasssee Mr J, Ill be real quiet likea mouse, or an elephant in slippers. Mr J!"

The Joker didn't even look back and Jonathan didn't know what to do.

"Johnny, you won't leave me. He's going to come back you'll see. Its just a joke. Your sooo funny Mr J! He's always making jokes like this, like the time he chucked me out of the window or was going to blow up Gotham with me still in Arkham. Don't you agree Johnny, isn't this real funny?" she looked at him with desperate eyes.

"I-"

"Come on Girlycrow, don't dawdle, its bad for the environment." Before Jonathan could say anything, he was dragged of by his sleeve. Listening to the quietening pleas form Harley as they went further away.

They carried on down the hall until they came to a large elevator. They both stopped. The joker looked at the door. Jonathan looked at the Joker. The door... did what locked doors do.

"Abrakadabra!" Joker shouted waving his arms so that he almost whacked Jonathan in the face. "kablooee!"

"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked ducking out of the way of Jokers arms for a third time.

"Opening the doors" The clown replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Then why don't you just open up the door with the access code or something?"

"Well, gee, I didn't think of that Dorathy, God im so glad I have you around." Joker rolled his eyes and carried on with the random shouting of supposed magical words or comic book exclamations.

Jonathan ignored that "I take it you don't have the access code?"

"Zzapp!"

"...no then. You know they're probably still the same as they where when I had them installed." Jonathan said idly to him self but load enough for the joker to get the hint.

The joker tuned to Jonathan with a large, well larger grin "Guess what Doc, I have just had the best idea since cereal companies thought to put small plastic toys in their boxes. Why don't you open the door." It wasn't a question and Jonathan could tell, so he sighed and walked up unlocking the door. Joker skipped inside dragging Jonathan along with him, pressing the all to tempting, glowing 'down' button as he passed it.

The elevator door shut with a satisfying clatter and the two villains began to descend.

We're going to die. Scarecrow grumbled.

Stop being so persermistic. I mean, whats the worst that can happen.

You obviously haven't heard of sods law.

I thought you where being quite?

fine.... idiot

What?

nothing

A/N: Harley's passed experiences are based on the animated series. I cant remember which episode she fell out of the window, but, im sure its on Youtube. The blowing up Gotham thing is from 'Harlyquinade' well I think that's how its spelt, anyway that's on youtube as well. whereas on a totally different note, I am in love with Repo! the genetic opera all over again. If you haven't seen it, find it and watch it. Its really good... if you like the whole rock opera thing, but even still. Also someone else has probably noticed this already but the tag line on Red eye, a brilliant film starring Cillian Murphy, is 'fear takes flight' how perfect is that!

Anyway, thanks for reading, bye.

~I