This chapter contains mildly sexual content. I put the rating up to M basically because of this just to make sure.


Jonathan silently watched as Jude's back arched, and her body gave off a small tremor. He stood outside, shivering in the cold March snow. His body ached to move, but he had stopped, and watched her not really realizing what she had been doing until then. With shaking legs, and numb fingers he rushed to the door, and stood composing himself for a minute.

His hand raised to knock, but it shook in the icy wind, and grabbed for the door handle instead. Adjusting the crooked, and now fogging glasses upon his face he stormed in, not bothering to look at Jude.

"Jonathan!" She yelped, and hid herself under the closest blanket.

"Afternoon." He said solemnly.

"You haven't been here...I wasn't expecting you to-"

She paused as he turned to look at her. He set the bag down in front of the small fireplace, and peeled off his coat-never taking his eyes off of her.

Jude felt like her throat was closing. He usually knocked. Though she was warmer than him, her hands shook, clutching the thick quilt closer to her body. She counted the seconds as he took steps closer to her.

"She's gone."

Jude nodded, understanding him. He had talked about this before, many times; killing his grandmother had been on his mind for a long time, and once he figured out the chemical combination to what she had been forcing him to be smothered in it was only a matter of time.

"You won't get caught?"

"She was old. Besides, playing around with dangerous things can get people hurt." He gently sat on the bed, forcing the quilt to fall lower on Jude's body. "Accidents happen all the time."

She maintained his eye contact. It was simple to see he was trying to intimidate her again. He had done this many times before, tried to make her scared of him in any way possible. Sometimes she felt like an experiment, but that didn't lessen her still meaningless feelings towards him.

"Why didn't you knock?"

"I had too many things in my hands, and I wanted to tell you my news."

"I don't believe you." She let the quilt drop a little more. This was the only way to win the game, she told herself. The heat rose up in his cheeks. "I know the cold doesn't do too much, but turn you pink, but I think your face was a little redder when you came in than usual."

"It wasn't this cold the last time I was here." He said evenly, and turned away from her in an act of defiance. She hadn't quite won yet though.

"You could be the best liar in the world, and you aren't even trying." She whispered into his neck. Letting the quilt drop to her waist, she lightly pressed her chest to his back. "You've lost, you can't surprise me, Jonathan. I've known you for too long."

"You won't do it."

She watched the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk.

Her brow furrowed, and she pursed her lips. He couldn't win again.

She waited for a moment, barely breathing, until he moved his head with that stupid smirk still plastered there ready to make her admit her defeat.

Her hands shot out to grab the collar of his soft, black sweater. He kept his stare hard, and cold on her as she was millimeters away from him.

"Liar."

One of his thin hands reached up to wrap around her shoulder, but she caught his wrist, feeling his pulse shoot up along with hers.

"As clever as you might be you can't win your way out of-"

Jude was stopped as Jonathan's mouth crashed onto hers. His still freezing hands dug into her bare waist, and he pinned her to the bed. Goosebumps raised on her body, but she was suppressing a laugh as he pulled away.

"I can't believe out of all things you would fall for reverse psychology. It's barely a proven method..."

He raised an eyebrow at her, still smirking.

"I hate you."

His face nestled into her neck, she bristled as she felt his teeth scrape against her skin. She was shaking, they had never done anything like this before. Her mind raced; he didn't necessarily have feelings for her, and she wasn't sure what her feelings for him were.

"Your body seems to think otherwise."

His cold hands trailed up and down her waist.

"Why are you doing this?"

It was only a question to fill the growing silence as one of his hands trailed down her hip to her thigh. She was the only person he could dominate.

"We're bored, and you like this."

"You don't do things for other people." She breathed as he moved her wrists above her head with one hand. He didn't speak as his hand traced along the inside of her thigh. All at once he stopped, and she let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

"The mind's control over the body is something to marvel at isn't it?" Sitting on the edge of the bed again he held up her hand. "You're still shaking."

She pulled her hand away, and pulled the blanket up again.

"Just let me go put on clothes, dumbass." Jude rasped out.

He made a small noise, nodded, and lifted himself to walk over to the other side of room, and began methodically putting groceries in the wooden cabinets. Jude pulled herself off of the bed, and rummaged through the trunk at the end of her bed for jeans and a sweater. She grimaced realizing that she was still shaky, and he was completely fine.

Stretching so her spine popped, Jude dragged herself to the counter where Jonathan was sitting, and scrawling something in handwriting only he could read. As she glanced over his shoulder, less than interested, he folded the paper, and shoved it into his pocket.

"I'm going to Gotham."

"You were accepted to Gotham University?" She asked blandly, pulling a wooden stool from under the counter, and sitting. She rested her chin in her hands, and stared outside through the window at the falling snow.

"Of course."

"It's for the better."

"What is?"

"I'm going to Metropolis and you're going to Gotham. We won't have to see each other ever again. Besides, that leaves less of a chance of you reporting me for murder."

He didn't respond for a long time, but tapped his fingers quietly on the hard wood. He didn't appear affected by the facts, and she doubted that he was. As life had changed completely for Jude late the year before, she knew that nothing would be the same. Whenever she thought about it, she despised the melodramatic nature, and air of it all, but it didn't change a single thing.

"Obviously, though I still don't understand why you chose to go to Metropolis, their departments are less than-"

"I knew that you were going to Gotham. Metropolis is further away from here than Gotham is anyhow."

"It's because I..."

"What happens if someone finds out about the things that you've done?! Or the things that I've done? If we go together that would look way to weird to some-"

"Can you even say it out loud?"

"What? Say wha-"

"What we did. You can't even say it." He said accusingly. There was so much venom in his tone all of sudden, and his eyes had gone into that stale icy way that they did only when he was on the verge of fury. Jude nearly rolled her eyes at his flustered state.

"I killed my father. I murdered him. I stabbed him. More than fifteen times. You want to know what you did? You scared a couple of imbeciles; killed one and left the other one in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Then you killed the worst person in your life with the thing she'd been using to hurt you for years. Are you happy?" She scoffed, pushing herself away from the counter, and moving to the old cooler filled with ice and snow from outside, and grabbed the freezing metal canister of water from it.

"Never."


There weren't many other memorable conversations, at least not to Jude years later. As soon as graduation was over with Jonathan moved away to Gotham, and she rented a shabby apartment outside of Metropolis waiting for move-in day months later. College went by without much fault, not many people seemed to notice that she was a bit young, and the professors never mentioned it.

She blended in as she had in high school, and how she assumed she would the rest of her life. Jonathan never made any attempts to contact her, and she him. On occasion she kept tabs on his life. It was a simple task after his first stunt with what the media stated he called Fear Gas. When the Gotham reports stated he called himself Scarecrow, she almost laughed.


Short chapter just to end the backstory stuff! We'll get to the actual story now! Anyway Jonathan doesn't actually have any feelings towards Jude (while they're teens) and she doesn't really either, but at this point she feels as though he's the only one who can understand her so she should like him, and vice versa. Also at this point this is the only person Jonathan can mess with so he does.