Chapter Three: Change, Switch back, Devour You, Breath, and Shattered

Chapter Notes: Yeah my dice were totally into Harvey Dent and Bruce Wayne this chapter, because seriously three of the five stories has one or both in the damn thing and I promised I wouldn't try to re-roll again to myself so I was stuck with the pairings boo!

Change

Word Count (NCS): 1,115

Pairing: Jonathan Crane (The Animated Series Version)/ Fem!Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter

A/N: The songs pretty laid back it has a good vibe for Hatter. Also for the feminine name for The Mad Hatter I chose Janis over Jera because it sounded closer to Jervis. Jera was just the name with the closest spelling I could find to Jervis lol. If you can find a better one shoot it my way won't you?

band/song: The Verve/Bitter Sweet Symphony

Trying to make ends meet you're a slave to money then you die

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down

you know the one that takes you to the places where all the things we get

no change I can change I can change I can change

but I'm here in my mo I I'm here in my mo moment

but I'm a million different people from one day to the next

The soft music floated down the stairs, he shivered at the feel of the building-he was the god of fear and yet, this place was creeping him out. The house was normal enough, in the darkness lit with just a very weak lamp light behind him, his shadow casting monstrous images and the damned music, it was so low that he could barely make out the lyrics. Why had he come to this building, if it hadn't been for the bat he wouldn't have bothered to brake into this recently vacated building...There was just something so very wrong with this place and it was giving him goose bumps.

"I can change, I can change..." A woman's voice floated over the actual music, great-just what he needed someone to actually be home and awake at this hour. In this house that seemed to be breathing with ever step he took.

He peeked into the room and let out a breath, he knew who that was. The Mad Hatter sat at a large table, a book in one hand and a teacup in the other, her long blond tresses unadorned by her top hat, usually she had short hair but Arkham wasn't exactly known for giving people haircuts. He found her in the most random places he swears, its like she just teleports where ever he was. Stepping into the room she doesn't even look up, she knows him well enough-they've worked together on heist before and she knows the way he walks, vice versa and all that. Sitting at one of the chairs across from her, he studies her. She's paler than normal, though the last time he'd seen her she'd been ill with the flu. She simply pushes a tea cup and the kettle across the table before going back to her book-her eyes really never leaving the damned thing.

She was one of the few people who hardly flinched at the very sight of him, unless he sneaked up on her, which surprisingly was rare. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to him, though he didn't have one for her since she would often come out of shadows, nearly scaring him-HIM! Of all people. Though She and Riddler didn't get along at all-why that was, he wasn't privy apparently. He'd asked but Riddler in true fashion ignored the question and threw a riddle at him and Janis? She'd simply stared into her teacup and recite something from Alice in Wonderland or Through The Looking Glass. Which was no help what so ever thank you very much, and yet it still bothered him. They would put up with one another only if he was part of the equation, it frustrated him most days, why did they have to act like children?

"How are you my dear?" Hatter let out a slow breath; "Not so well at all." Her cerulean eyes were darker than normal, was she angry at him? He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, or had he? He could never tell with the woman, she was quite good at hiding what irritated or angered her unless it was Batman, and he irritated everyone. "Oh? And what has happened now?" For there was always something that had happened with her or any of the rogues gallery. "I heard you were working with Riddler again...Without me." Oh, well then. It wasn't like it was the first time-why would this time bother her? "I wasn't aware that you'd escaped Arkham when I came up with the plan." Simply because he'd been too busy to look at the television or the random newspaper that floated around thanks to Edward and his insistent need to finish the crosswords.

She slammed her book down; "And did you not think that maybe you could have busted me out of Arkham?" Anger burned in her eyes, and he stood. She wouldn't be able to reach his head when he stood-because he stood at six foot and she only at five feet and two inches. Those eyes followed his progression away from the table. "No, honestly it was more because I was worried about my experiments being completely ruined while I languished in Arkham." Her eyelids slammed shut and she muttered something under her breath-perhaps a curse.

"Damn it Jonathan-don't you see?" See what? What in the hell was she on about now? "I haven't the faintest idea why you're so angry Janis." They almost never used each others given names...Tit for tat though. "He's in love with you." What? "Edward? No, he's in love with the bat." Janis' eyes widened. "What?" She sounded so totally shocked that he started to chuckle-before a full blown laughing fit took him. "Oh Jesus, Edwards always had a thing for the Batman and besides he figures if he ever fell for someone he'd fall for someone he might actually have a chance with. I'm straight as they come, I'd never take on a male lover." She sat down and fiddled with her book-most likely ashamed of even thinking that Edward would ever have a thing for him-he wasn't good looking. She knew that as well as any other person that had looked him in the face, "I'm sorry." She shouldn't even bother apologizing to him, it wasn't like she was a coherent thinker after all or at least when she wasn't focused on her cards-or the random machine. He sat back down and fetched his tea cup, filling the cup he took a long sip. It was warm still, warming him. He wasn't wearing proper clothes after all. Though he did have an extra shirt under his usual attire as the Scarecrow, and long johns. Winter in Gotham was really quite unforgiving to those on the streets late at night.

Her cheeks were still quite red, was it really that embarrassing to be wrong? "I just-he seems so fond of you and hates me." Well, Edward wasn't fond of women in any shape or form and it didn't help that Janis was so intelligent either. He was pretty sure Edward was more intimidated by Janis than any other woman he'd met. "He could work on that, but we both know you intimidate him-women have always done so." She laughed, It was always nice to hear her laughter-out of everyone who was a rogue he had always felt that she was the most likely to find her way back to a normal life. Though if she ever stopped quoting Lewis Carol any time soon it would be a shame, and with her little cards...Well, she made quite the criminal and that was saying quite a bit for him to think that.

Switch Back

Word Count (Not Counting the song): 349

A/N: Yeah, not so into the song-good band though. Funny enough I was imagining about the Animated series Dent and An ambiguous batman!

Pairing: Fem!Batman/Two Face

Band/Song: The 69 Eyes/Crashing High

You got every thing you need

still ready to open up and bleed

reading all the magazines reading all books

about the real diamond rings and good looks

if you want fire baby that's what you will

don't say I didn't warn you

love can kill so why do you want to fall in love

Under the cover of night time Gotham they found each other, she still hadn't given up on him after all this time, and no longer could deny how much she really cared about him... The first time she'd fallen into bed with him, well that had been something truly remarkable, After all how many people found themselves in Brennan Wayne's arms? Sure, she'd had lovers before-but he actually knew how many that had been. Few before him had the pleasure of her company, the continued for several months before he'd gotten suspicious and a few more before he put two and two together.

Two Face had beaten himself for having no idea that the person whom he might have been falling for was also the person who beat him over and over during the years he'd been Two Face. No he'd thought batman was that-a man. But she had designed the suit to her own purposes. She hadn't wanted anyone to figure out that Brennan Wayne was also Batman simply because she had boobs and the money to make the gadgets. Though some would question it because she played stupid quite well, but Two Face had seen through it and it made him so angry!

How could she lie to him like that? But, she'd fallen for him and he knew that he had feelings for her too. But, it was just so messed up-she was the reason he'd landed in Arkham in the first place, though it was also his fault too. If he hadn't lost it when he'd seen what the explosion had done to him, if he had simply had let his anger all out when he was a child...Things would be much different than it was now. He wouldn't be Two Face, Then again he would never have found out that she was what she was and she would never have told him what she was doing if he hadn't figured it out on his own. He'd have to talk to her about that, because every time they fucked the Bat didn't make an appearance.

Devour You

Word Count (Not Counting the song): 304

A/N: This was an interesting pairing, I wasn't sure where to go though. Wish I had T_T Because Gotham styled Peng and Nolanverse Dent would have been some story if my mind had come up with something better.

Pairing: Penguin (Gotham version) /Harvey Dent (Nolanverse version)

Band/Song: Shinedown/Devour

nobody nobody wants a war like this

Devour devour suffocate your own empire

Devour devour its your final hour

Devour devour stole like a Foreign soul

Devour devour wonder where you go

He wasn't even sure how they met, because he was pretty sure the young man underneath him was crooked and just trying to get something incriminating on him. Well, he was doing a good job of it if he kept squirming like that. Growling he pushed the other deeper into the covers, His weight more than enough to keep the younger man down-said younger man hissed and shifted a leg. "That's the bad one." Bad one? Ah, that's right. He'd been limping earlier hadn't he? Right before his shook hands with Harvey, A rather nice grip at that-full of interest and mentioning his name...That's right Oswald Cobblepot, that was his name. Harvey nodded and went back to what he'd been doing-kissing a hot trail down the younger's body. He was so damned pale, what was that about? It didn't matter-he tasted divine and his skin was smooth, except for the places he was scarred. He had quite a few actually, where had they all come from?

"Ah." The mute little noise drew his attention, Oswald was shivering-his eyes shut tightly, his pale lips having gone red from the way he bit on them. He wasn't your traditional beauty, but he was far from ugly that was for sure and he was so reactive. The simplest touch sent shivers down the young man's spine. God was that a rush? Knowing that the man would react to anything he did? There was plenty to explore too-while he might not have been overly tall he did have long legs-one was slightly disfigured too, as if someone had bashed his leg repeatedly.

Another noise caught his attention and he kissed his way up the man's sternum, well-there was always another night, it wouldn't hurt to play this man's game, now would it? Not if it got him this.

Breath

Word Count (Not Counting the song): 416

A/N: I hate this pairing so very freaking much thanks D20 you dooush! At least the song fits.

Pairing:Barbra Gordon/Bruce Wayne

Band/Song: Hurts/Affair

The greatest mistake I ever made was loving you

And we danced all night long in the shadows

Even though we stood in the crowd

Well I'm going crazy now that your not around

You should find another lover baby that won't let you down

The sheets were cool against his skin, she was gone again. And damn it he told himself that he would never do that again-Barbra deserved so much better than...Then a man like him, someone so devoted to his night time activities. And damn it to hell-what would Dick think if he ever found out that they'd. No, he would never find out unless Barbra told him and she was less likely to tell her ex then he was to tell his son. Jesus he was a train wreak, fucking his oldest son's ex girlfriend-what the hell had he been thinking?

He hadn't simple as that, one moment they were arguing and then the next she was kissing him and he let go. It was easy with her, she knew both sides of him. Didn't care that he was running around on rooftops because more often then not she was by his side, He could see why he excited her though-just as easily as he could spot the reasons he wanted her. She was beautiful, and yes he could have any number of women more beautiful physically than Barbra-but they weren't like her. They weren't strong and damn sexy in that getup she wore... Shit, alright. He knew there were reasons that this was wrong. She was so young! But, he wasn't that much older than she was. He had been in his pre-teens when she was born, twenty by the time she and Dick were nine. Still Eleven years was a pretty big gap, socialites often found spouses younger than themselves...And no, he did not just think that! Jim would kill him, seriously just shoot him in the fucking head-actually Jim might do that if he found out that Barbra was coming to bed with him as it was. They had never dated, they had never even told each other that they liked one another other than through the actions they took in bed...He wasn't even sure he actually liked her like that-He knew for a fact he loved how quick her mind was for their night time work, and her body was beautiful especially in her bat suit.

But, it was so fucking wrong and he should stop banging her! Though he doubted he would stop himself next time they found themselves tangled in sheets... It just wasn't something he wanted to give up even if he kept trying to tell himself it was wrong-it was. But, that didn't mean he had to stop either.

Shattered

Word Count (Not Counting the song): 527

A/N: I recently found my copy of Babhel by Yakumo Izumi and re-read it. Kind of forgot how shocking it is, but I really felt that Izumi-San did a wonderful job and if you get the chance to find this book please read it, because that is the basis of this. Not to say this is anything like Babhel-I'm not as talented as Izumi-san! Anyhow enough of my ranting, every thing italicized is quotes from Babhel-which I don't own-that would be Izumi-sans!

Pairing: Superman/Batman

Band/Song: Ages Apart/I Believed

When your so far away I feel so cold and I've lost everything

I should have known

You told me you would never leave me alone

you told me you would never lie to me to

and everything that you said and everything that you did I believed

His world was shattering as the man who he had though so great, so utterly pure-killed. He couldn't believe it, it wasn't like Lex Luthor was a good person or anything. But, there were rules that Kent had completely ignored and his reaction! "I only did what I was supposed to do. And it feels good. Real good." And how could he say that? Why would he think that it was what he was supposed to do? Murder was not justice, it was murder. The anger that had burned through his veins as he stomped away from SuperMan, he was wildly wounded and completely crushed at the same time, what had happened to Kent to make him feel that murder was even an option on the table?

"If you could really be so cold for a whole month you might as well leave right now. And don't even bother coming back." He had meant that when he'd said it and yet at the same time he knew exactly where this was going to lead, because there was no way that Superman-Clark Kent could be so cold for so long, no reason why he wouldn't feel guilty about what had transpired leading up to Luthor's death and the month after it, and damn it he knew this was going to hurt. He'd also probably have to fix the cave while he was at it too after what ever transpired now ended.

"...And you think I'll just say 'yes'? Instead I think you should be saying 'thank you' my actions helped you out. I deserve some gratitude." He wanted to punch something at those words. Gratitude? Some god damned, what fucking game was Kent playing! "What you did in Arkham was outright Inhumane!" His insides shuttered, when he heard what had happened. He'd been physically ill, because it had been so wrong! "And why is that? There they will never commit another crime. With this setup you don't have to rush out every night to stop these criminals." He whirled and grabbed Superman's cape in two fistfuls-he would like nothing more then to punch this man in the face! And yet he couldn't there would be no point to a physical altercation, he wanted to make Kent think about what he did-get through that thick Kriptonian skull that what he was doing was wrong and he had to stop before it was too late and he damned himself any further; "You had them Lobotomized didn't you? How dare you!" Kent stared at him stonily, as if it was no big deal to be lobotomized-but it wasn't right! "It's not like I killed anyone." Rage boiled over; "It's the same thing! You know very well that lobotomy is banned because its inhumane!" All those people who could have been helped-all of it washed away like a sand castle caving to the ocean, and Kent! Kent didn't even think it was murder, when in fact it was their bodies might be intact...oh god Harvey could have been saved, his best friend-he'd been trying for years to help Harvey, and now...Now he would never get the Harvey that he'd lost to Two-Face.