Batman's POV

"Alfred, I need to go down there and see to him. I'm highly tempted to sedate him but... I can't see that going down well." I muttered.

"Yes Master Wayne, it could produce a rather unsavoury outcome. What will you do with him now he's awake? Take him back to Arkham I presume?" The grey haired butler asked.

"As attractive as the idea of getting him back in there is, Alfred, he's highly unstable after that stupid stunt he pulled. I don't know if he'll need more of the antidote over the next few days, so I'll have to keep a constant eye on him"

"I understand Master Bruce. Would you like me to brew you a cup of tea for when you get back upstairs? Or perhaps something slightly stronger?" Alfred asked with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

"Yes please Alfred. Coffee. Black." I ran a hand through my hair, then stood up and put my mask back on.

"I'll be right back. Hopefully."

Jonathan's POV

"Well, there's no way out from the inside. Except the locked door." I slapped my forehead and dragged my hands down my face.

"Where the hell are we?"

I told you. The Batcave!

"Oh shut up. I'm not in the mood." I slumped against the furthest wall from the door, and slowly sank to the floor, scraping my back on the rough wall and frankly, not caring.

Stop moping Jonny. This is perfect. Don't you realise that the Bat's taken us to his lair?! Let's infiltrate and conquer!

"I've already thought about that Crow. We're just at too much of a disadvantage right now to do anything except sit and wait."

It's at this time that the lock in the door clicks open, and I physically cringe at the sound of it. The almost medieval looking door grinds open, The Bat slips in, and it's immediately shut again, almost as soon as it was opened.

We have a stare off, waiting to see who'll speak first, but I'm far too busy studying what little I can see of his facial expression, to see if he'll give anything away by it. But his face is as stony as ever, not perturbed in the slightest by the fact that I'm in his domain. Seeing that I'm not planning on speaking first, he clears his throat and speaks.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

"...None of your business."

"How do you feel? Dizzy?"

"Fine. No."

He goes to scratch his head, but then realises he's got his mask on and drops his arm limply to his side. I couldn't help but to snigger at the movement and in reply, he glares his famous BatGlare (now I'm starting to sound like Scarecrow), that could turn milk.

Ask him what he wants. Distract him then escape.

-that's easy for you to say. Your not in control right now!-

Then allow moi.

-Just no-

"What do you want, Bat?"

"Just to see if you were alive and such. Oh, and to ask you when you started talking to yourself."

"What? Don't be stupid you delusional degenerate."

"Don't lie to me Scarecrow." He started to walk towards me, so I jumped up and edged away.

"Don't come any closer."

"It's my holding cell. I'll do whatever the hell I want to. Now answer me, who were you talking to in the alley?"

"I've said it once, I'll say it again. It's none. Of. You're. Damn. Business." I spat out through gritted teeth.

Oh you've fucked us up this time Jonny. I always tell you to talk to me inside your head, but no.

-You know fine well if I talked to you inwardly, that I'd appear catatonic half the flipping time.-

"Are you even paying attention to me? Scarecrow!"

"...Wh...Whut?! Go away."

"No way. Tell me who you're talking to, or you won't get any food." He side-stepped closer once more.

"Pfft, and I thought you were The Batman, not The Joker." At this, Batman's eye twitched ever so slightly, "You wouldn't have it in you and your justice filled heart to starve anyone. Even me."

He lunged forward and grabbed me by the collar, hauled me up and shoved me roughly against the wall.

"I don't want to hurt you, but you are seriously trying my patience. You don't know what I'm capable of on my own turf."

Is he bluffing? Oh man, who the hell does he think he is!

"Put me down."

"Quite simply, no. Now answer my question."

"Hmm. Forgot what the question was."

In reply to that, me brutally slammed me against the wall, winding me. He pulled back his arm threatening to punch me full force in the jaw.

"Answer me!" He roared, sounding almost primal, in my face.

The shock (not fear. Honestly) of it, left a crack in my defence against Scarecrow's will, and he slipped through, shoving me mentally out-of-the-way to the back of my mind.

-What do you think you're doing!?- I scream, only to be blatantly ignored.

In Scarecrow's slightly gravelly voice, he growled;

"Put me. The fuck. Down. You overgrown rodent."

Batman stared into my eyes with a look of slight astonishment, as though he had seen something strange.

"Who are you...?"

-Shut up Scarecrow!-

"You know who I am Bat. I'm The Scarecrow, Jonny's delectable-double in a sense! Come on, get with the programme! Or are you too batshit crazy to see what's right in front of you? Put me down! Come on!"

Batman looked completely dumbfounded, but he dropped Scarecrow, who brushed the dirt off our shoulders and proceeded to extend our hand to Batman, actually expecting him to shake our hand in return. When The Bat made no move, only glaring suspiciously, his gaze never having left my eyes, Scarecrow dropped our hand.

"Well that's just plain rude Batty McBat-Bat. Didn't your half-wit mother ever teach you any manners? Well you see, I worked out that she had to be super fucked-up to have a kid with a nocturnal animal, and-"

Before Scarecrow could finish his foolish comment, Batman had punched us in the cheek, and quite frankly, it was one of the most painful blows he'd ever dealt us.

"Guh...uh... Oh man my face. You know, if you've broke his cheek, Jonny will kill you. I'm not even kidding. He always prides himself on his femininely sculpted cheek bones."

Batman seemed not to have heard him, his breath came rapidly, his chest rising and falling in pure hatred.

-Oh haha, very funny Crow.-