Jonathan Crane- Chapter Two.
The Confrontation.

"Would you like to tell me how these flowers got in my office Jonathan?" I ask holding up a bunch of flowers,I highly doubt he can escape his cell to give me presents.

"I put them there of course." Jonathan says with a smirk playing on his lips.

"You got out of your cell?"

"As long as you know the right kind of people Miss Fortune, anything is possible."

"It's Doctor Fortune. I did not go through all that trouble to become a Phychologist just to be called MISS."

"Ah yes, but Miss Fortune. Such an interesting name is it not?" Crane asks. By now he standing directly in front of me, the only thing between us, is a glass door.

"My parents idea of a funny joke..." I mumble coherently.

"You never did answer my question Doctor, what do you fear?" Crane asks with genuine curiosity.

'Don't let him get any leverage over you. He'll just use it against you.'

"I don't believe that is any of your concern Jonathan." I snarl.

Jonathan doesn't answer though, but takes great interest in my eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes." Jonathan murmers placing a hand on the glass that seperates us.

subconciously I lean in toward the glass, as does Jonathan.

"Dr Fortune, you have an appointment in five minutes."

I snap away from the glass to face the owner of the unknown voice.

'What just happened here?'

"Of course, I'll be there right away." I reply as I start walking toward the interview rooms.

"I hope to see you again Doctor." Crane calls out from behind me.

I can't help but feel a bit disgusted with myself when I feel a blush creeping up upon my pale cheeks.

It's just a little warm in here, that's why I'm blushing, yeah." I tell myself as I enter the interview room.

I walk out of the interview in a state of panic clutching my face in pain. My patient just attacked me, and the staff think that the cut on my right cheek is going to scar.

'Great, just great.'

I shakily make my way into the interview room where Crane is kept and take my usual seat in front of him. When I look up Crane looks angry about something.

"Doctor Crane, what seems to be bothering you?" I ask, after realising my voice sounds a bit shaky I cough awkwardly and write down some more notes.

'Take patient #148609 off the sedative, he seems in no longer need of it.'

"Who did that to you?" Crane growls.

My hand flickers to my injured cheek. "I...I...It's nothing."

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?"

I jump back slightly and compose myself once more. "Um, Gregory Hill but he-"

"I'll kill him." Crane growls in almost a demonic tone.

"Doctor Crane-"

"He's not here anymore, this is Scarecrow." Crane or... Scarecrow growls.

Without any effort Scarecrow breaks the chains containing him and rips out of the straight jacket he had been placed in on his arrival and storms out the door.
I get up and go after him, only to realise he's used his toxin on all the guards who are now quivering in fear like babies.

"Scarecrow...Scarecrow..." I hear the whimpers of the guards, as I walk past them and go into Gregory Hill's cell to find Jonathan or.. Scarecrow standing over a very scared Gregory.

"I...I didn't mean to it just happened I'm SORRY! Please don't hurt me!" Gregory begs.

"I thought I warned everyone about this. No one touches the girl." Scarecrow growls.

"P-p-please NO!" The screams of Gregory Hill can be heard throughout the Asylum. Scarecrow turns to me with a scowl on his face, but it softens as his eyes land on me. I soon realise that Im faced with Crane once again.

"Multiple Personality Disorder?" I ask simply.

Crane nods and walks past me. "Jonathan wait!" I call out after him.

Jonathan turns round to face me once again.

"I uh... Wanted to say... Thank you, ya know for, yeah..." I say, awkwardly scratching the back of my head.

Jonathan smiles slightly before making his way back to cell. I turn my back and head to my office.

"What the hell just happened?"