TC Stark: I really expected this story to be a one-shot, but I'm getting all these great ideas for it that I can't wait to write. This chapter has a very dark ending, so be prepared. I know it's only the third chapter, but these chapters are long and when the Scarecrow is involved nothing is predictable. I have an idea for the next chapter, but I see there are many who are following this story, but not reviewing. Reviews really help me and I would love to really see what you think about this story. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I only own Roxanne, Caroline, Aunt Stacy, and Bradley.
Zelophobia: The fear of jealousy
Chapter Three
Like every other day Jim Gordon's day was filled with paperwork. Batman may help when it came to the big names in crime, but that didn't stop petty criminals from making his life living hell. The fact that the Joker was incarcerated in Arkham Asylum was little comfort to the commissioner. The Scarecrow had just been released and the body of Two-Face was missing. The public was led to believe the former knight in shining armor was dead, but truth be told Gordon was terrified that the missing Harvey Dent would soon turn up with a vengeance.
The only comfort he had was that besides Batman he had another ally on his side. For some reason Jonathan Crane had taken a liking to the young Roxanne Downey. The reserved doctor who didn't seem to like anyone had warmed up to the therapist so much so she had recommended his release. At first he didn't believe when someone had told him the inmate had laughed during their sessions if he hadn't actually seen it for himself.
That's why he thought it a perfect idea to have the eager student to keep a keen eye on the doctor. Even though he had been released Jim still didn't trust him. He was honored to be named commissioner, but he couldn't help think that he got a raw deal. No other commissioner before him had to deal with what he was dealing with. Gotham had always been known for its high crime, but now with criminals wearing masks and having mental disorders it was a whole new ballpark.
There was a small knock to the door before Roxanne stepped in. Her bottled red hair was up in a loose bun while she wore a light blue and grey long sleeved cardigan and a pair of business black shorts along with stylish flats. Jim had no clue why such an exotic looking woman would want to involve herself in the world of criminals; remembering what had happened to Rachel Dawes.
"Good evening, Miss Downey, thank you for coming."
Roxanne nodded with a smile as she took a seat across from Jim's desk, "If you don't mind me saying, Commissioner, you look a bit tired."
Jim pinched the bridge of his nose while sitting back in his chair, "You're correct on that one. My wife is pissed I'm not coming home for dinner, but I have so much paperwork. It doesn't make sense; the Joker is locked up why is there so much crime? Have you been keeping up with Crane?"
"Of course," She replied sternly, "When I'm assigned a job, Commissioner, I follow through."
"I apologize for accusing you otherwise. I'm very stressed."
Giving a comforting smile, she nodded, "Try and relax. Stressing won't change anything."
Truth was while Roxanne was visiting Jonathan it wasn't to check up on him. While their visits had never returned to its first sexual encounter it never turned into spying on him. She felt as if their time together was similar to their therapy sessions where they would discuss the inner workings of everyone else's brains. Her aunt by then had gotten better just as the doctor had predicted even though Roxanne never again visited her. And while the topic of her aunt was consistent in their meetings he never once opened up.
Subject seems to have a delayed response.
That's because the toxin isn't as strong. What are you going soft on me?
Jonathan rolled his eyes as he stared down at the withering body resting on a steel table in the basement of his simple furnished traditional townhouse. Being a very successful psychologist before being locked up had provided its perks; such as giving him enough money to buy luxurious things. Although the doctor wasn't a materialistic person, it was nice to have a large enough space to do his experiments.
Being a good boy had long outgrown its luster and it was time for him to start doing what he loved again. As Scarecrow loved to point out it wasn't hard to pick up women with his looks. And since he wasn't working at the asylum anymore he was forced to resort to using bar floozies with sexually repressed memories of their fathers touching them. This is how he acquired young Caroline.
You just seem to attract the troubled ones, eh Johnny-boy?
Well, I'm not about to charm some sexually troubled boys. Honestly, it's pathetic this is what my work has come to.
Oh, I don't think you mind it that much considering we're often in the presence of Queen of the Sexually Repressed Memories.
Jonathan stopped jotting notes down on his clipboard to look down at Caroline. Her pupils were dilated and her mouth was agape. Caroline was celebrating her 21st birthday at a bar with some friends when she decided to walk away with the doctor, somehow thinking he was actually interested. It was so unsatisfying; she practically ran into his arms and sank into a wild depression once spraying her with toxin.
I'm not experimenting on Miss Downey.
And you're not fucking her either. What's the point of her being around?
"P-Please," The young blonde pleaded, "Stop this. Please."
Gripping her chin to pull her gaze towards him, he tightened his lips completely uninterested. Sneering, he threw her face away before turning to walk over to the table, which housed all his chemicals. It was time to begin work on a stronger batch. Caroline's responses were nothing more than just a little anxiety over exaggerated due to her inebriated state. Regardless whether or not she was poisoned she would still behave like the whiny little bitch she was.
Why don't we forget the toxin and have some real fun?
I'm not a rapist.
Mixing a new concoction, Jonathan turned to step towards the barfly once again. By now she had sat up on the metal table, mascara running down her pale cheeks. Her hair was clumped up in areas where he had yanked at it to throw her down on the table, her nails bleeding from scratching at her own skin in an act of desperation. It was truly a pathetic sight to which he sighed and readied the syringe full of his fear toxin.
"Please, please, don't do this," Caroline begged, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Don't do this. I-I'll give you whatever you want."
I didn't think she could cry anymore.
Jonathan sighed as he shook his head. Even though part of poisoning someone with his toxin was for them to beg, it was incredibly unsatisfying when there was no challenge. Caroline didn't scream, didn't fight him, and didn't make this experience at all special. What satisfaction would he receive by some weak girl who pretty soon would be curled up in a ball in the corner?
Having no desire to babysit any longer the doctor injected Caroline with the toxin and dropped her off in the dumpster right outside the club he had picked her up at. She would most likely wake up in the morning in no memory of anything ever happening and her friends would write it off as a night of too much partying. He could have kept her around to see what the effects of more toxin would do to her, but by that point he was already so uninterested.
"Aren't you a little too old for these kind of clubs?"
Turning around on his way back to his house, Jonathan slowly smirked while tucking a hand in one of his pockets, "Has crime been so low you need to resort to making sure little whores don't get raped on their way home?"
Batman stepped out of the shadows with his eyes narrowed, clearly not amused, "What are you doing here, Crane?"
Nice tights, Bat-Boy.
"I wasn't aware I wasn't allowed to buy myself a drink. After all being crazy is depressing, I need a drink."
"You can't put on this persona forever."
Smirking smugly, Crane tilted his head, "Life must be pretty boring for you, Batman. I'm released, the Joker is in Arkham, and as far as you know Two-Face is dead. All that's left is…petty criminals. Not really what you signed up for is it?"
Batman sneered as he stepped closer, "Criminals like you never give up that lifestyle. It's only a matter of time before you go back to it and I will not allow you terrorize the city again."
I love bringing up happy memories.
Those were good times, weren't they?
Smirking to himself, Crane cooed, "Well, until I return back to that inevitable end, will you excuse me? I have a date."
Roxanne had just finished straightening her hair when a knock came to the door. Raising an eyebrow, the aspiring therapist shut off her straightening device before stepping towards the door. Jonathan Crane was on the other side as she tilted her head curiously, "Jonathan? What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi," He offered her a full lipped smile as she allowed him to step in, eying her up and down, "You look great. Going out with some friends?"
She shut the door before heading towards her liquor cabinet, "I am going out. Would you like a drink?"
Jonathan offered to fix himself his own drink to allow the younger woman to finish getting ready. As he poured himself a glass of vodka, Scarecrow directed his eyes to her. It was the first time he had seen her hair straight and he could only guess she was going to some sort of club by her red sparkling mini dress and black pumps. Caroline had tried to wear something sexy, but hadn't the body to make a dress work like Roxanne did.
If only she wore that to our therapy sessions, we might have been cured sooner.
You might not have been able to concentrate if she had.
After the redhead hooked on a pair of white gold hoops on her ears, she turned to be offered a glass of vodka by the doctor which she accepted. He stared down at his watch to see it was nearing nine at night, questioning, "Where are you going?"
Taking a sip of the alcohol before biting back it's intensity, Roxanne answered, "I have 9:15 reservation at that new sushi bar; Tao I believe it's called?"
"Oh, that's in quite a nice area."
"I know." Roxanne smiled happily while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Jonathan took a gulp of his own alcoholic beverage before Roxanne excused herself to her bathroom. Crane tucked his hands in his pockets and let his eyes wander around her apartment. On several occasions the doctor had walked his therapist to her apartment, but never actually stepped in. It was quite nice really, suspecting Aunt Stacy had something to do with the nice décor. The apartment had a very modern feel to it as he plopped down on the couch and turned on her large flat screen TV.
He had had the intention of heading home after dropping off Caroline, but after his little run-in with Batman he wasn't feeling like having Scarecrow as his only friend. The news hadn't been as spectacular as it had been when he was in the asylum and everyone was trying to recover after the devastation caused by the Joker. Now the news was filled with stupidity and nonsense, which made him want to shake things up a bit.
That's what I've been wanting!
We need more time. I'm the only one on the outside; once the Joker uses Dr. Quinzel to escape we won't be the prime target for our caped friend.
Yea, I'm sure women are flocking to fuck the man with the huge scars on his face. What is that blonde Barbie's problem? We should have bed her first.
Jonathan and Scarecrow's discussion was interrupted when Roxanne's cell phone began to vibrate. His icy blue eyes fixed on the touch screen phone resting on the coffee table before him. It wasn't a phone call or else the vibrations would have continued and a number would have popped up. Still, he was curious who was reaching out to her. Most likely a girlfriend who was asking questions regarding their dinner plans.
Curiosity was tugging at his mind as he continued to stare at the phone. Although Roxanne was an intelligent student on her way to being employed at Arkham Asylum, she was still a girl in her mid-twenties. He wondered what kind of conversations she and her friends had; were they ones of intellect or the typical conversations of girls that age?
Come on, Johnny-Boy; take a look at her phone.
I can't…It's an invasion of her privacy.
Oh, please, just fucking look at the phone. You know you want to.
Scarecrow was right. It took all his might not to reach over to grab the phone from the coffee table and turn on the screen. Biting his lower lip, Jonathan checked the bathroom door to make sure she wasn't coming out any time soon. Quickly reaching for the phone, he pressed the button which turned on the screen and slide across to unlock her screen. Raising an eyebrow, Jonathan read a new text message from a Bradley character.
"I'm heading to Tao now. Can't wait to see you."
Jonathan slowly set down the phone before staring straight ahead with his mouth open. If his eyes were correct than he just saw what looked like a text message about a date. Roxanne had…a date? With some man named Bradley. Suddenly images of a large muscular man who played football in college popped in his head escorting Roxanne on their date.
What a whore. We give her, her first orgasm and suddenly she's fucking other men? Where the fuck did she even meet this man?
Normally the doctor would tell Scarecrow to shut up, but in this case he agreed. How dare she assume it was alright to go on a date with Bradley without even consulting him? Not too long ago the two had had sex in his office where she practically attacked him and now she was going to do the same thing with Bradley.
Finally Roxanne emerged from her bathroom, looking as if she had applied her usual exotic eye makeup and a coat of shimmery lip-gloss. She had slipped on a three quarter sleeved black lace blazer over her otherwise revealing dress. It all made sense now; she wasn't wearing a flashy dress for her friends. She was wearing a flashy dress for some Bradley character and obviously looking to turn him on.
"How do I look?"
"Who's Bradley?"
Raising an eyebrow, the redhead tilted her head, "What are you talking about?"
"Let's not be coy, Roxy," Jonathan tightened his lips, "Who's Bradley?"
Tightening her own lips, Roxanne placed her hands on her hips firmly, "Did you go through my phone?"
"If you wanted to keep your date private you shouldn't have left your phone unattended."
Scoffing, the therapist narrowed her eyes angrily, "That's not relevant. How dare you go through my phone without my permission and my date has nothing to do with you."
"You're right, it's about Bradley."
By now the male was standing up to stare deep within her Hazel eyes, which were staring angrily back at him. She folded her arms and spit venom with her words, "What's your problem with Bradley?"
Jonathan was now seething with anger, marching over while gritting his teeth, "Who the fuck is Bradley? And why don't I know about him?"
Roxanne gave out an exasperated scoff while raising both eyebrows, "A very nice man whom I'm having dinner with tonight and FYI, Jonathan, who are you? You're not my boyfriend. I don't need to check up on you when I want to go out on a date."
Are you fucking serious?
"Who am I? Who am I?" Jonathan stood for a moment, shocked and offended, "Oh, I don't know, perhaps the first man you've ever had sex with. The man who taught your aunt a lesson. The man whom if you never fucked you wouldn't even be going on this fucking date!"
"Who says I wouldn't have had a date if it weren't for you?"
"Because you were fucking scared of even being touched. Or did you lie and you actually like eating pussy?"
Nice one.
Roxanne stood in front of the Jonathan with her mouth hung open. Her manicured fists gripped themselves tightly, fury building up inside of her. Growling, she retorted, "How dare you underestimate what happened to me! I told you everything that happened with Aunt Stacy and everything you ever told me in our therapy sessions were lies! Who knows if even now when we meet if you're being truthful or the fucking voices in your head are telling you differently!"
I'm growing tired of this bullshit.
You're not helping!
In the middle of their dispute, Roxanne's phone started vibrating again. Although this time it wasn't just a text message. Bradley's number popped up as the phone continued to vibrate. Jonathan angrily reached down to grab the phone while yanking her head back by her hair, "Why don't you answer Bradley's call?"
"Get the fuck off me, Jonathan!"
"Jonathan's no longer here."Scarecrow sneered.
Roxanne's eyes widened as Jonathan's other personality threw the cell-phone at the rug, thus shattering the screen. He then violently threw the younger woman's body down onto the coffee table, thus breaking that. Roxanne screamed in pain as her body had no time to try and recover from her fall, having been yanked up by the top of her dress.
The dress ripped a little as Scarecrow sneered, "Aw, did I ruin your dress? Don't worry, it would have come off anyway."
"Jonathan! Come back, Jonathan!"
"Oh, honey, I'm here to stay." Scarecrow snickered as he shoved her lean body back down to floor.
Roxanne let out a grunt as her already sore body hit the ground, arching her back in pain. Having been thrown around like a rag doll by Scarecrow made her yearn for Jonathan to break back into reality. His alter ego had no concept of mercy as he stomped his foot down onto her stomach, digging his heal into her skin.
She's crying.
I know. It's so hot.
Scarecrow let out a sinister laugh as her manicured nails clawed at his ankle in attempt to pull him off her. She was clearly losing that battle as he suddenly kicked her aside, gasping out in pain, "Fuck you!"
Now this is the challenge we've been looking for.
How dare she think so little of me.
Don't worry, Johnny-Boy, I'll make sure she never forgets us.
What do you have planned?
You'lllll seeee!
Before the redhead was able to catch her breath, she was yanked up by her hair. Her scalp was throbbing as she was thrown down onto her bed, reaching up to somehow massage her head. Relief wouldn't be in her near future as Scarecrow yanked her down to the edge of her bed by her ankle, sneering into her face, "You little slut. Is this what you do? Tell some sob story and then fuck whoever feels sorry for you? Personally, I don't give a shit about whose pussy you've eaten, but you really had Jonathan going."
"I'm not lying!"
"Well, I can't wait to see if you're lying or not."
Staring up in confusion, Roxanne soon let out a gasp as she was sprayed by a gust of toxin. Instantly she gripped the sheets of the bed as a wave of fear and anxiety swept over her. Her heart rate was rapidly beating as the feeling of pins and needles ran up her arms. She was breathing quite heavily and he noticed she was squeezing her eyes open and shut in attempt to make the feeling go away.
Snickering, Scarecrow cooed, "That's not going to work, Roxy, it's just you…and…me."
"Stop this," Roxanne begged as she twisted around the bed, obviously having been struck with a powerful dose of toxin, "I can't-I can't fucking take it!"
"Oh, we haven't even begun!"
Hazel eyes stared wide as he reached down and tore her flimsy dress straight off her body. What are you doing? Scarecrow couldn't be bothered with Jonathan's thoughts as he pulled down the zipper of his pants, snickering, "I think you're familiar with how to use your mouth."
What the fuck is this?
Um, a hard-on. She's afraid of sexual abuse, how else are we going to see her scared?
I'm not a rapist!
You may not be…but I am!
Scarecrow smirked wildly as he yanked Roxanne up by her hair, revealing his aroused staff. Her eyes were wide as she screamed, "No! No!"
"Suck me off, bitch!" He roared.
Clenching her eyes tight, Roxanne couldn't help but be overwhelmed with despair in her poisoned state, "Please, please stop, Aunt Stacy, I don't want this!"
Scarecrow groaned, fully turned on by the younger woman's repressed memories. He loved how she was shouting out old defense mechanisms probably used when she was being originally molested. It only fueled him on as he tore off her panties, hardly being able to control himself. A blowjob would have been amazing, but with the way she turned him on he wasn't sure he would be able to make it through some good head.
Much to Jonathan's objections, Scarecrow plunged himself into Roxanne's tight void. Her arms flayed all around in protest, trying to get free from his hold. Though she was easily overpowered once his hands held down her shoulders, forcefully thrusting into her. It was clear she wasn't aroused, though he really didn't care since he was getting off.
Each push into her opposing opening was like hell for her toxic mind, reliving each moment her aunt was on top of her. Each squeeze from his manly hand reminded her as Stacy's fingers playing with her chest against her protests. There was no use in closing her eyes, seeing Stacy looming over her like so many times before. She could plead and beg all she wanted and it wouldn't stop the tattooed woman from shoving her fist inside of her.
Roxanne made an attempt to break free by slamming her knee into her rapist's side, being reward by a swift punch to the cheekbone. Scarecrow had no remorse for playing rough with his victim as he continued to shove himself into her. She stiffened her arms against her chest, gritting her teeth in pain as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I'll never take a long shower again," Roxanne whimpered, falling deeper into despair, "Just stop. Stop. I don't want this! I don't want this!"
Stop this! Stop this right now!
Doesn't it feel good? Don't tell me you feel sorry for this lying cunt.
She clearly wasn't lying. I was angry about her date, but this has gone too far. This isn't our work, this isn't what we do.
Well, it's time to make a change. Look how strongly her repressed memories come out under our toxin. It's fascinating.
Jonathan could only watch the scene before him, seeing the pain written all over the woman's face. Every second was hell inside her mind and inside her body. There was no safe haven for her mind to go as the toxin prevented her from escaping. She couldn't even attempt to try and think happy thoughts the way she use to when she was younger. No. All she could do was pray that the torment would be over soon.
Scarecrow's nails scratched at Roxanne's thigh until it bled though the physical torture couldn't rise to the mental hell she was in. She feared that her heart may pump out of her chest, gripping at the sheets for some sort of comfort. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip until she pierced the soft skin, attempting to wake up from this nightmare.
With one final thrust, he ripped out of her to ejaculate on her stomach; adding insult to injury. Though, none of that mattered as Roxanne was still envisioning horrible memories. In the middle of zipping up his pants Scarecrow cast himself back into the shadows to allow Jonathan to take over their body once again. His alter personality was laughing; it was typical he would cause all this mayhem and leave the doctor to clean up the mess. Sometimes the master of fear was really a pain in his ass.
He stopped thinking about Scarecrow and remember what had just happened. Taking in a deep breath, he turned around to see Roxanne's curling her body up into a ball on the large bed. He frowned as he watched her cry, wrapping her arms around her beautiful body. He had often thought about revisiting their first sexual encounter, but not like this.
Stop going soft on me. You got a quickie thanks to me.
…She didn't deserve this…
Scarecrow really couldn't care about Jonathan's concerns, happy with the results. The doctor wasn't sure what to do, knowing that there was no way he could repair the situation at the moment. Rather he stepped closer to her naked body, reaching over to hesitantly touch her bare back. She twitched slightly, though was too deep into her own depression to fight back. He frowned while reaching into his pocket and taking out a small needle, which held the antidote. Although he gave her the same toxin he had given to Caroline earlier, he didn't want Roxanne to deal with her mind all throughout the night until morning.
Roxanne had passed out once he gave her the antidote, for some reason tucking her under the large comforter. Sighing, Jonathan stood up straight before adjusting his tie and placing his glasses back on. He couldn't get out of the apartment quick enough, trying to avoid looking at the smashed coffee table and broken phone in the living room. All he wanted to do was leave and forget that that hadn't even happened.
You know, you're really losing your mind.
