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Chapter 3: ... New Enemies?

Seeing her in person, after all these years, Crane found himself audibly taking a breath. His reply to her greeting was second nature, an inside joke between the two of them from long ago. But even with his automatic reply, Crane was still agape at the site of his first girlfriend. Her hair was the first biggest difference he noticed, but her self confidence was close second. Even if she hadn't dyed her hair, the self confidence would have been enough to have Crane doing a double take.

This woman before him was a long way from the stringy brunette haired girl he left broken and crying on the side of the road as he drove away to college. He had only thought of her sparingly since, most of it being during his first semester of college, and he was actually waiting to hear that she was rotting in a cell somewhere or found at the bottom of the ocean just off the coast of Gotham.

Instead, here she was, an instructor in his expertise, with a doctorate, a published book, several published research articles, new hair, new self confidence, and nearly unrecognizable to Crane, save for those eyes of hers. Even her body had changed, more toned and obviously late blooming in her chest area. But those blue eyes still looked as beautiful and fragile as ever. he wondered if he could still make them cry?

While Crane was slightly dumbfounded at the sight of her, Senna held back a triumphant smile. She had no need to look him over, for she hadn't stopped studying him since his master's thesis was published. Also, unlike him, she hadn't stopped thinking about him since he left her so distraught twelve years ago.

Although, now, she was pretty sure his intentions that day had been to completely break her and send her into a spiral that would lead her to her death or insane. Instead, his actions actually made her the woman she was now.

True, she had been broken, and stayed that way for sometime after he left her, but college, unlike high school for her, had many outlets for her to take out her pain. She eventually turned her fear and sadness into anger and strength. There was also revenge coursing through her veins, that being her truest reason for coming back to Gotham after so long.

She cleared her throat once she felt his staring had gone on too long, but to her slight surprise, he didn't come out of his trance for another second later. Interesting...

Unbeknownst to Senna, it was Scarecrow who had broken Crane out of his gaze, the alter ego shouting at him to stop staring. You fucking idiot! What's wrong with you? Haven't you seen a blonde tramp before?

She is not a tramp, he fired back quickly.

Defending her now? When you haven't been around her in so long? Sounds like someone is whipped. Is she the only one you've ever fucked, Johnny-boy?

You know that is not true. Now shut up! I still have no idea why she's even here after all this time. Or why she sent those things to us.

To you. She doesn't even know I exist, remember? At least not yet... Oh please tell me you'll let me play with her?

Perhaps, in due time. Oh, you'll just love the way she cries and begs you to stop.

You sick bastard. I knew we were two peas in a pod for a reason.

Back to the matter at hand, Crane redirected. Although his conversation in his head didn't take very long, it was long enough for Senna to see the wheels in his head churning, and she suspected something was up. She, too, was a psychologist who had learned how to read people quite well. Though, unlike Crane, her emphasis had been on anger instead of fear, and she saw a flash of demented anger in his eyes. This intrigued her. Had the psychopath she knew so long ago finally lost his own mind?

"It has been some time, hasn't it, Jonathan?" Senna spoke first, a warm smile on her burgundy lips.

"Yes, it has been," he replied, a small smirk on his own lips. "I actually didn't know you worked here now," he lied. Good one. It's not like she didn't call you out on the phone earlier, or anything.

Hush.

"Really? So that wasn't you who called to make sure I was in my office, just minutes after the faculty meeting email had been sent out, with both of our names on it?" Senna snarked.

Told you. Idiot.

Well, hasn't she gotten braver over the years. She would have never been so bold when we were in high school.

But you're not in high school anymore, stupid.

Obviously.

"Yes, well, I guess I'm busted. But truthfully, I wasn't aware you had taken a position here at Gotham University until I saw that email," Crane confessed. "So what does bring you here, and from New York City?" he asked.

"Oh, read the college newspaper article, did you?" she asked jokingly, knowing he had only obtained that knowledge from that source. "More like skimmed though, hm? Because had you read it, you would already know the answer to that question," she corrected. Senna saw his eyebrow twitch in obvious annoyance. Old habits; that was something his eyebrow used to do whenever he was annoyed with the jocks at school.

Senna was correct in her assessment of Crane. He was indeed getting a annoyed with her. She wouldn't have dared take a tone like that with him in the past, let alone correct him and his ways. Oh, he'd be more than pleased to remind her of her fear of him.

Toxin? The Scarecrow asked with glee.

Not yet. Not yet. We need to know what makes her tick, first. After all, it has been twelve years since I last knew how to make her scream in fear.

Did you learn how to make her scream in any other way, Johnny-boy? he picked.

Pervert.

Prude.

"I was asked to teach at Gotham University by the Head of the Psychology department because of my intensive studies into human nature, more specifically my studies with anger and the chemicals in the brain that trigger with various stages of anger. I've also been asked to sit in and evaluate on a few therapy sessions with some of the patients at Arkham Asylum," Senna explained when she noticed Crane taking a good second to respond.

Her words, however, sparked something in him. "Arkham Asylum?" he questioned. "Why wasn't I told about this?" Was he or wasn't he the head of the asylum? She wouldn't be allowed to be anywhere near his patients without his approval.

"Oh? And why would you be told of this?" Senna asked, already know the answer to that question but very much enjoying his confusion and rising temper at the whole situation.

He blinked at her, his lips a hard line, and his jaw tightening. But he kept as cool of a face as he could. "I would be told because I run Arkham Asylum. There's no way you can see the patients there without my explicit consent, that's why," he explained, annoyance in his tone.

Senna gave a blink of her own, her eyes looking shocked, though she hardly felt it. "Oh goodness. I am terribly sorry," she said, letting some of her old apologetic tone come in, knowing full well he'd recognize it. She down casted her eyes for an added touch. "I was asked to come in by the F.B.I., as sort of a tour of American Asylums. I've already been to a few along this coast. I guess the director of the project failed to notify you," she replied, reaching a delicate hand out to touch Crane's. This was a gesture she used to do as a way to try and calm him whenever he was upset at something in high school. It would a movement he'd surely recognize and should spark a bit of control over her into his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Jonathan." At those words, Senna looked back up at him, and Crane heard the Scarecrow nearly howl at the sight of her apologetic eyes. Damn, Johnny, is this what you had in high school? Such a lovely sight of sorrow and regret?

Yes, this is very familiar. Hmm... I wonder...

Crane pulled his hand back from her touch a bit harshly, and Senna dropped her gaze again. "You don't have to apologize. Obviously it wasn't your fault in any way," he said, allowing some more annoyance in his voice.

They both were running experiments on each other, though the only controlled experiment was Senna's because she knew just which buttons to push to get certain responses from Crane, while as Crane wasn't aware that she had such mind games planned for him. But Scarecrow did.

Hey, remember the note and rose she left you? You really think she's the same person just because she remembers how she used to act around you? Snap out of it, Crane, you're being played!

Crane took the words into account, but shook his head lightly. Senna was still looking down at her feet, and Crane looked at her overall stature, recognizing it as classic submissiveness, which any psychologist in the field would know. Everything right down to the slumped shoulders was clear textbook, and a one eighty from her previous demeanor not two minutes ago. Oh fuck, he was being played.

"Senna? Why did you leave me that note and the rose?" he asked pointedly.

She looked up, her face in actual shock as if she wasn't expecting him to realize it was her. "Well, um," she stumbled to get out at first. "I had to get your attention somehow, didn't I? You've spent the last twelve years completely forgetting I even existed. I felt the need to remind you of me since we're going to be working in such close quarters with each other for the next year. At least." This response was much more confident, and even her last words were a bit of a challenge.

Raising an eyebrow at her words, Crane felt a confusion of emotion, torn between wanting to put his hands on her in anger, and to put his hands on her in lust. This new woman before him was both infuriating, and beautiful. She was looking at him expectantly, but his reply to her was cut off by his cell ringing.

"Hello?" he answered with some venom. "What? ... And who failed to give him his medication this morning?" Crane let out an exasperated sigh and Senna had to fight back a smirk at his turmoil. "Yes, I'll be there in thirty, just keep him in his room until then," he told the person speaking to him on the phone. After closing his cell to end the call, he turned his attention back on his former girlfriend.

"I have to go, but I would very much enjoy continuing this conversation later. We have much to catch up on," he said.

"Yes, we do indeed," she replied with a snide smirk. "I hope to make sure you don't forget about me again, Jonathan," she added with a wink before turning back into her office.

"Really? Is that so?" Crane questioned, his curiosity piqued. "I do believe you have a crisis to attend to, Dr. Crane. Goodbye." Closing her door before he had a chance to answer was her way of dismissing him from their conversation.

Crane clenched a fist, wanting to use it to try and break down that door, but he did have a crisis to get to, so instead he strode down the hall and back to the elevator.

Oh my, isn't she a changeling, little bitch? Scarecrow retorted. I think an old victim of your would be a nice new experiment for us, don't you think? Find out what makes her scared, if it's still you or not? Hmm?

Yes. I couldn't agree with you more. Though I do wish to find out what she's up to. I suspect these gifts will not be her last moves towards me.

Ah, but now that we know she's the one giving them, we can be ready with a response.

And some gifts of our own. Last I recalled, she was deathly afraid of many things; clowns, spiders, scorpions, frogs, rats, heights, even drowning.

Drowning? That sound so much fun! All of them sound like fun.

Crane and Scarecrow both smiled evilly as they plotted their retaliation against their new interest.

Senna, however, could not stop laughing after she heard Crane get into the elevator, leaving her floor, and her to herself. Oh, her plan was going so well, right down to him realizing she was pretending to be apologetic. While she had been plotting her revenge on this man for some time, she was still pleased that things were moving along quite well. The next game would evolve over time, while they reacquainted with each other and caught up on old times. This game would be much more mental, testing Crane's anger, pushing his control over his emotions. But it couldn't be all at once, oh no, it had to take some time. Crane was also a psychologist too, so she couldn't play the usual mind games the way criminals and manipulators did; he'd see right through that immediately. No, she had a brilliant plan, and she cackled again at how well it was all going.

Oh-hi! I hope I'm doing a good job. Again, if something is completely off in regards to Crane and Scarecrow, please (nicely) correctly me on it, and I will adjust as need be. Senna has some big plans for her ex-lover, but she doesn't even know Scarecrow exists. Could Crane's alter ego ruin her plots? Or will she fool Scarecrow as well? And what about that unspoken lust firing between them? Will that ever be addressed? Stay tuned!