EDIT: November 6th 2016; planning on rewriting this. The story-line will remain the same, though some elements may change. This'll follow for the coming chapters.

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Crane watched her that night. He saw her unease, her discomfort, her fear…it was a beautiful, tragic cocktail of emotions.

And yet…there was that ever so slight feeling of sympathy. He tried to ignore it; he hated feeling so weak. He hadn't had feelings like this. These warm, fuzzy feelings nagging inside his chest.

He had taken the girl for purely lustful purposes. He wouldn't kill her, but she would be dumb to think he wouldn't torment her with the death of her parents. No…she was too easy to scare for that.

Her small body shook and trembled; she was cold. He couldn't blame her; Bane's men had cut off the heat, but he was fortunate enough to still have it in his apartment. Still…the cold, crisp winter air could be merciless.

Sighing, he got up, took a thick blanket and put it over her to cover her. She flinched visibly, making him grin. Just the mere thought of him being close terrified her.

He looked down on her, lying in his bed, trembling. He breathed out deeply; how long had it been since he had last seen a woman so close? It had to be almost nine years by now…

'Come on, Johnny, it's so easy. Just tear off that blanket, rip off those pajamas and take what you want!'

He hovered over her, noticing she was still wide awake.

He carefully let his hand run up her thigh. She stayed still, biting her lip roughly. He growled under his breath. He was going to have to discipline her about doing that; it made him want nothing more than to softly bite her lip and kiss her.

Stopping at the scalloped edge of her nightdress, pulling it upwards to reveal her pale, smooth skin and white, satin panties. It left him licking his lips and he could feel that familiar tightness in his pants again.

He pulled back.

'I shouldn't.'

'You really are going soft, aren't you? So what, you meet a pretty girl after you're fresh out of prison and you want a girlfriend now?'

'No, I don't. But unlike you, I'm not hedonistic.'

'Oh spare me your excuses, Jonathan! You were having a massive hard-on when you were intimidating her this evening!'

Crane ground his teeth together; it was true. Her fear was so sweet and intoxicating. She was so young and innocent, she never had to see the world like this before. Now…she was trapped here with him and he didn't plan on letting her go.

He ran his hand through her long, silky hair. Had he ever seen a woman with such long hair before? It probably reached down to her bottom…

Thinking that, Scarecrow redirected his gaze to the girl's rear end. He could touch her so easily…

Samantha next to him lay in utter fear and tried not to fight him as the former doctor's hand went over the curve of her ass. She closed her eyes tightly, tears still spilling from her eyes. She didn't want to be here! She could guess what he wanted from her and that thought terrified her.

He bent over her, his hot breath fanning over her neck and cheek.

'Try to sleep, Miss Braiden', his rough hand pushed her hair behind her ear; 'you'll need your rest', he murmured.

She clutched her stuffed bear close to her chest. She was so utterly terrified of this man…

…

That following morning, Crane had already tasked his goons with going back to Braiden's house, to retrieve some of the girl's clothing. As much as he liked seeing her in her thin pajamas, if she was going to stay with him, he had to have her wear something that wasn't as distracting.

He dropped the bag at her feet; she was still asleep. She had cried herself to sleep last night.

Sighing, he did up his tie. She looked like a small child, sleeping in the bed of their parents because she was too terrified to sleep in her own bed.

He wondered how old she was. She looked more mature than her probable age would suggest. He guessed her to be around eighteen/nineteen.

'Boss.'

Crane left the bedroom, finding one of his goons there, holding a schoolbag, decorated with several colorful buttons.

'It's probably hers', the other man shrugged.

Crane took the bag, waving the man off with a sigh. He opened it, finding several schoolbooks inside; Biology, Geography…he could only conclude she was still in high school.

He soon found her wallet. Opening it, he pulled out her student ID;

'Gotham High. Student name; Samantha Braiden. Birth-date; July 3th, 1998.'

'Well won't you look at that, she's only sixteen.'

Crane didn't answer. She was a minor; not that it mattered. She would be his, either way.

He was alerted, by stumbling in the hallway. He quickly got up and found his bedroom empty. He ground his teeth together. That ungrateful little bitch was going to try and escape…

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Samantha hissed under her breath, rubbing her now sore ankle. She had stumbled on her way to the door and she just hoped he hadn't heard her –

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when he came barging into the hallway, his eyes dark with rage. She tried to run from him, but he was much faster than her.

His hands were around her throat, slowly cutting off her air supply. She squirmed as he dragged her down to the floor, so he could crawl on top of her. She could feel herself slowly grow light-headed as his grip only seemed to tighten more.

'So ungrateful, little Samantha', he taunted her; 'you really hurt my feelings', he hissed.

She clawed at his wrists, weakly.

'P-Please…' she pleaded.

He pressed his thumbs into her neck. She began to cough for air and her struggles began to die down, as he only seemed to squeeze harder.

'And here I had thought we could get along', he growled lowly.

She only whimpered.

Crane released her neck just enough to she could breathe, but held her down with one hand. His free hand moved down, pushing apart her legs. He wasn't going to assault her, but he wanted to see her afraid again.

Tears filled her baby blue eyes.

'N-no…please!'

Came her soft voice, at his hand on her inner thigh. The soft sounds she made just did something to him. And feeling her untouched, unblemished skin…left him breathing faster.

'You're so shy', he taunted her cruelly; 'you mean to tell me you're still a virgin?' he asked with a smirk.

She just kept shaking her head from side to side, her eyes wide, fearful and distressed. He was far from satisfied; he wanted her to answer him.

Impatient, he hoisted up her nightdress, exposing her. She let out a pathetic cry of despair.

'Answer me!' he hissed into her ear.

'Y-Yes, I-I am!' she cried out.

He pushed her chin upwards with his thumb, meeting her fearful eyes. He let his lips brush against hers. He was growing drunk and aroused by all the power he had over her. And it had been such a long time since he had last fucked a woman…

'Just let me take over, Johnny. She'll be yours…'

Crane's thoughts were a blur, as he stared down the young girl underneath him. He wanted to claim her, but he couldn't. Not yet at least. He would be patient; he would draw out this little game as much as he could.

'We'll claim her eventually. But not yet…'

He hauled her up, glaring into her light blue eyes. Without another word, he dragged her into his bedroom. He took a seat, pulling her over his lap and gathering her nightdress upwards and tearing down her panties. He smirked at the sight of her bare skin.

Samantha could only try to struggle against him. Her struggles seized immediately at feeling his hand rub over her now exposed rear end. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

'W-what -' 'I'm going to punish you for trying to escape, Samantha', he cut her off.

She had wanted to protest, but could only cry out in pain as he let his flat palm strike down on her backside. She tried to crawl away, but he gripped a fistful of her hair, twisting it.

'Such a bad girl you are. You deserve to be punished, don't you?' he asked.

She shook her head from side to side, her eyes filled with tears of pain. His hand struck down again; she screamed.

'Answer me, Samantha', he growled lowly.

'I-I don't…'

Another merciless spank to her already burning skin. She closed her eyes briefly.

'Please stop', she pleaded with him.

He chuckled.

'Stop? Oh no my dear, I'm far from done with you.'

Sobbing, she buried her face into his knee. Strike after strike hit her and at some point…she just let it go. No matter how much it hurt and stung, she didn't fight back. She couldn't; if this was the penalty for trying to escape…she never wanted to try and escape again.

He then stopped, much to her relief. He rubbed the inflamed skin with his thumb, his breathing now heavier. He pushed her off his lap, letting her drop to her knees, sobbing.

She looked up to him, her bottom lip trembling.

'Should you ever try to escape me again…know I can do much more than spank you', he threatened.

She nodded quickly, knowing better than to try and defy him. He only smirked.

'Take a shower. I brought you some clothes from your home', he instructed.

She scrambled to her feet, heading towards the bathroom with tears in her eyes.

…

Samantha didn't dare to come out of the shower after what had happened. She was terrified of what would happen. Would he be there once she got out? Or would he spank her again? It still hurt to sit down after what he had done.

Sighing nervously, she turned off the hot water and got out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around her trembling body, she went into his bedroom to find a large bag there. Opening it carefully, she found most of her clothes inside.

She fought back her tears. She still couldn't come to terms with the fact her parents were dead. She really was all alone now…in a rotten city with a psychopathic former doctor…

She got herself dressed into a pair of jeans and her favorite gray, warm sweater. All the while, the image of her parents getting shot never left her head.

She took a seat on the bed, pulling her hair of the braids she had put it in. Tears kept spilling from her eyes as she rested against the headboard of the bed. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

She raised a hand to wipe her tears, but more kept coming. She was probably going to die here. Crane had no reason whatsoever to keep her alive.

Perhaps it was just as right, she thought. She didn't know how to live without her mother and father. Hell, her uncle Jason was probably dead as well…

She looked up, upon hearing footsteps. She watched as Crane entered, holding a plate. He put it down in front of her and took a seat. She only eyed him with suspicion.

'It's not poisoned, Samantha. If I wanted you dead, I would've killed you already', he spoke strongly.

'Why don't you just let me go? I'm nothing to you', she choked out very softly.

He was there, invading her personal space again before she knew it. She could only back up so much and she soon was trapped between the headboard and his body as he hovered over her, his burning blue eyes boring into hers.

'How naïve you are, my sweet girl', his rough hand touched her cheek and she flinched in revolt; 'you think so little of yourself', he almost purred.

She tried not to cry, at feeling his breathing so close to her. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip and she watched his eyes go to the movement, his breathing now audibly heavier.

'Had you meant nothing to me…I would've easily killed you, little dove', he whispered.

She turned her head to the side. Tears sprung in her blue eyes. She wanted him to get away from her, he was way too close…

He pulled away very suddenly. She stared at him with widened eyes.

'Eat', he spoke.

With that, he left her in the bedroom. Sniveling, she pulled the plate closer to her, eating, whilst trying to get rid of the thick lump in her throat. What was he going to do to her?

…

Her innocence was like syrup; thick, sweet and practically pouring out around her. It was both infuriating and intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to push apart her thighs and plunge himself into her tight core…

He watched her sit there, on his bed, crying. She was on edge and tense.

'Maybe you should offer her something that'll help her relax.'

Crane visibly rolled his eyes. Part of him had actually began to miss prison. At least there were no distractions there. And this girl was just that; a major distraction.

'You're such a prude, Jonathan.'

'This is hardly the time, nor place to think of such needs.'

'Make up excuses all you want, but I know you ripped down those pajamas of hers just to get a look at those white panties she was wearing.'

Crane's cheeks flared. He ignored his other half, but Scarecrow was having none of it.

'Or how you loved running your hands up those pale thighs…face it, Johnny, you want to claim the girl one way or another.'

Picking up his stuff, he went into the bedroom and her terrified gaze met his. He held out his hand.

'Come', he instructed.

She gazed at him for a moment, like he was crazy. But very hesitantly, she took his extended hand. The contact of her skin on his caused him to shiver unintentionally.

He released her hand, putting a hand to her back as they exited his apartment. She gazed around her fearfully and he would breathe out deeply. What was it about this girl that drove him so utterly insane?

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AND Crane is nuts xD let's hope he'll soften up a little bit xD also, I'm sorry for writing such weak female characters xD it's not intentional, I just like the opportunities the weak character gives me :)

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests