Authors note: I know I know, The juicy munchies ish coming :D I can't really create a plot because once again, I lost the backbone to Marionette. v,.,v Im doing the best that I can with this Crap. Hopefully Crane is himself and I didn't bitch him out fully. Can you believe that 99% of the villians be made bitches even in their Baddass glory? Oh the Villians will Rule! "What happened to being an Angel" Bitch ima butterfly. "Can I rip your wings off then?"
Joker: Im with that chick.
Jonathan: Hrm, they would make lovely decor for the apartment.
Scarecrow: I just wanna fuck the shit outta her now.
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"Don't act like you don't want it."
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Chapter three
By the end of the first semester, I had gotten a bit closer with Crane then I would have expected to. I mean yea, it was nice knowing that he would wait to start class for me. I know I wasn't special because I did come in to have him scowled and lecture me down on out late I was being. Long night with David has been more brutal then necessary. I was finding myself falling asleep in his class, yet, barely managing to answer his questions correctly with sleepy faces. It was Mid-fall season; I was warm in a scarf long sleeve and sweater, and comfortable jeans. Slowly rocking my knees trying to stay up through another boring lecture on Phobias. Moreover, it was not that I did not get what he taught, I was further along in the lesson then everyone else. The bell rang and everyone split as soon as they could. I however was too tired to get up and stayed there.
Crane normally gives me 20-30 minutes of rest after his class in his class to relax and maybe sleep. I of course never stayed the entire 30 minutes. Come to find out we had a few classes together; like two maybe three. He was still a student grabbing his Masters at the last minute, or so he says. Since David has been getting upset more and more, I have been getting less time to review our work.
"You've been fighting more than fear lately. Are the nightmares getting to you?"
"Huh?"
"You've over stayed your 30 minutes."
Looking at my cell phone, I groaned slightly. I was not sure why he was so mad most of the time. I do everything he ask and even more. David I mean. Yawning and stretching my hands out I lightly touched the pants of someone over the desk. Drawing my hands back, sitting up alert Crane quickly lashed at my wrist, and pulling them from under the long sleeve sweater I was wearing. The bruises still have not faded from the night before. He inspected my arm before slowly letting his hand linger upon the crook of my neck touching a dark hickey David place there last night.
"You have an abusive boyfriend?"
I blushed and shook my head tilting it to the side as I pulled away from his grasp. My hair falling into my face as I leaned forwards.
"Ah, n-no...It's part of the lifestyle…"
"Lifestyle?"
"B.D.S.M. instead of the normal vanilla sex, Missionary and crap, we add spice to our love life. Chains, collars, leashes, Ropes, Cuffs."
He listened as if the news was new to him. I would not see how no one could not notice. I toyed with the collar around my neck and completely forgot that I wear this 24 seven.
"So the collar around your neck?"
"Represents that I am owned and taken care of."
"Hrm… rather interesting."
I shifted in my chair as he tilted my head up and examined the collar in full. I felt a little belittled once he read my tag aloud.
"Owned by David Kulyn 123 west slums; If lost please return her. It sounds a bit demeaning for a woman of your…"
"Race? Kind? You think just because I'm African American I can't be a perfect submissive?! Well I'll tell you, and Prove To David I am, and will always will be a pretty perfect fucking submissive!"
I yelled at him clearly hot and touché on the situation, and grabbed my bag leaving myself notebook on the table and fast walking to my car. Getting in and pulling off I did not think about it until I got the park and had lit a blunt to relax my nerves. Sighing I put my head in my hands, and I wanted to know why.
The night grew over, and the sun faded I had stayed out on the swing and look around blinking about the scene. Toys majority of the park, with the house play set and bridge going down to the bar swinging contraption. Getting up and stretching, I did not think of going back to get it. I would hope Dr. Jonathan would know to keep his hands off people's notebooks. I mean, he has a class of 26 students. I would punch him. He let a few of his mumbles get loud enough to hear. I knows' dah beez-nezz! "Do you want me to cram your face into a fawking wall repeatedly, or do ya want me to rip ya fawk eyes out your face?" I thought I would liven up things… "…." Tilting my head back, I was at my car subconsciously and dropped my keys.
"Where's the pup?"
I yelped as my neck was hit and I fell against the car. "This is why You shouldn't drive." Am I driving?
Mean while back in modern Arkham:~
"I'm here with patient 2280 Corneal Falconry** dealing with mad obsession case with my main patient 4469."
"Um, Patient seems to have been sedated to a relax form, where answering questions can be skeptical."
"D-Dr. Ar-are you sure we're safe?"
"Ahh, I'm pretty sure we are, why do you ask?"
"Because, I've seen things… Things that even you couldn't handle."
Not as bad a eating yourself alive. "Oooh cold one." I looked at the patient with concern and worry. He looked so lost, broken. It was true that majority of the time a figment of his imagination haunts him, but my question is why couldn't he deal with it in a civil human way? "Some people aren't that strong."
"Can you tell me your passion before coming here?"
"My passion?"
"Yes, Hobbies, love, likes, dislikes?"
"I..I don't remember…"
"Well can you tell me what you know about Jonathan Crane?"
"H-he's a patient here…He knows about Him. Trust they're closer then you think"
"Who is him?"
"S-Scarecrow! A deadly vile creature. Looks just like a normal country scarecrow 'cept this one's able to really kill you. Do not let him close to you. Do not walk the corn trail. Do not Go NEAR HIM! "
I flinched trying not to seem alarmed and push my glasses back, writing down the notes and watching as he begun a mini fit. I was use to having them break before prying at them again, stronger.
"So have you walked the Corn Trail?"
"I- I didn't mean it. I was told by Jonathan that I would be free from my fears."
"Uhuh, so upon walking this trail can you Describe the scene?"
"Corn stocks, corn stocks everywhere. It is hot; boiling hot. Like Hell, hot. I knew I was dead. Or going to die."
"Continue."
"I was at a large table, like an alter. He came from behind. Yes. An ugly thing; His straw mouth mixing with some thick murky black substance; It had red highlights like molting lava. If I had not already defecated myself. I would've done so."
"Where does scarecrow come in?"
"That is him you blithering fool! He is the villain! The master mind behind-"
"Behind who? What? Continue!"
"Scarecrow…"
"Yes, Scarecrow the Master mind behind what?!"
"Scarecrow"
"Damn you!"
I cursed flipping my pen down after coming so close to the answer. Yes, I knew Scarecrow was Cranes alter ego, but I however never met the guy, man thing! Who's tah say that those random moments in class where he looked just about ready to take me down. I shuttered wouldn't want to be in that bed. "To be honest, I can feel his aura, I wouldn't want to either."
"I Need To know!"
"Need to know what?"
"Who is Jonathan Crane? It's going to pick and fester at my mind until I explode."
Client 2280 looked at me before shaking his head.
"To innocent. Scarecrow would obsessively kill you. You will wonder why your world is falling apart if this continues. You might even forget who you are."
He spoke as if I was running into a brick wall at the end of my progress. Well let me tell him, I'm perfectly Sane, And clinically prepared for events as such. "Tick tock Dollies stop." I shook my head, got up ending the session, and having Lyle, escort me to Dr. Arkhams office to wait for our meeting. Looking over my old notes from yesterday's session with Crane and today's. Of Course, they added up, but having the idea that Crane would be this violent startled and scared me. Did he really care?
"Of course he doesn't why would he?" I do not know I mean, we had a good relationship… "Don't be stupid, he had plans to use your fear against you" Well he has locked up, now who is diagnosing whom now. "I'm pretty sure you're stupid." Fawk you; you're a figment of my imagination, and ya'kno I am disclaiming you now. "Like Fosters home for Imaginary friends…?" Exactly. "Well then bitch. Good bye."
Shaking my head again and looking over the notes from patient 2280 and frowning as majority of it did consist of Scarecrow. I frowned un-knowingly writing down the side note I made of a day we actually had coffee. It was my silly little pester-ance that leads us to do it, but it was his dirty bite that gnawed at me.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ Café Day ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
"Dr. Crane!"
I whined, as the bell rang and he made brief motion to leave the room quickly along with the other students. Of course me feeling bad after so I wanted to make him it up to him and buy him coffee. He has been looking a bit more tired each day. I hope I was not getting too him afterwards. In addition, David sudden violent attacks had stopped and I was feeling a lot better. Looking even better as the days went but Crane was not doing so well. On the other hand, this I presume. I do not know I took a Psychology class with Daniel that one day and have been having the time of my life afterwards.
"Dr. Jonathan Crane! Please talk to me."
"What Masochist slut."
I was taken aback by his harsh words him not even taken the time to turn around, I still followed him hurt, but now angry.
"That bites"
I glowered at his back as he continued to walk away from me, tears biting my cheeks in the fiery rush and I stomped my feet.
"I-I'll have you know I wanted to say I'm Sorry for my sudden angry outburst. I get a little touché on subject and I'm not supposed to complain to him about it."
Looking down and blushing I turned and walked the opposite way thinking about him calling me a pain slut. It angered me to know that he would call me that, when in fact I did not like pain I endured it. There is a large difference.
"Jayzmyin?"
Turning upon hearing his voice, Crane glared at something near me as he tried to ask something. I rolled my eyes and walked back towards him keeping my distances. No, we were not together, and prefer to keep it a teacher student thing; so thus have mini a awkward moments like this.
"Can I buy you ah coffee?"
"If you let me buy you a chocolate muffin"
"What if I wanted a chocolate chip cookie?"
"Ehhh."
He brushed off the cookie and I rolled my eyes before walking before him then stopping with a smile wiping the tears from my face.
"C'mon I know a short coffee shop down the way."
He looked skeptical, but followed me before turning down the south wing of the university going to the nearby coffee shop. I frowned and walked up to meet him with a glower as he pushed on deep in thought. I hold my folder and looked around making sure this did not seem weird at all. I mean we normally had study sessions, but it was never it broad public. I blushed as I thought of the possible topics we could land upon. Knowing him, he probably did not even think of me that way. Shaking my head and gnawing on a pen I looked up at Crane was looking down at me.
"Yes?"
"You must tell me what does on in that little head of yours."
"Um, I have a boyfriend, but my thoughts are perverted"
"Well that sums up majority of your face."
"Girl code."
"What?"
"Girl code, 99% of our minds are being taken, by the hot guy. My boyfriend is that hawt guy."
For moment, that lie, would have either done two things. Break my relationship, or make the damn thing. By-golly I made the damn thing! I looked up at Crane whom stood in front of the Café before ordering his muffin and coffee, double shot of espresso. I order the Cookie and muffin with a side of hot chocolate.
He glowered at his coffee turning to a window seat and taking out his small kindle and preparing; hopefully next classes assignment. I checked my phone and puffed my cheeks out frowning, as I have not received a message from David all day.
Baby?
We need to have a talk.
I'm I in trouble? p,~,q
You might be…
I looked up and Crane whom paid no mind to me. I pouted slightly and shoved my left hand through my hair, before ripping off a piece of muffin and noming it.
"Seem a bit distressed Dear."
"Yea a little, But what concerns me is the recent bags under your eyes."
"Very observant. Let me tell you now Mrs. Newport. Stay away from me. I'll break you down."
I looked confused and pouted again, however heeding his word I got up and grabbed my muffin and coco.
"Well this Dr. Crane. Fair well; till next class."
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With that, I walked off back out the café shop and back towards North West of the campus where David normally sat in his car. He was not there. So, odd. I guess I was walking home that night, I seemed a bit paranoid, but continued to walk towards the main street, towards Gotham. Pulling out my ear-buds and kicking a rock or two, I hummed songs from different playlists and air guitar majority of the road. I mean, I would have caught the bus, but why deal with all those unknown people? Thus said, I had a fear of people. I am mostly introverted, but still, why be bothered with civilians when you can look like a creeper walking.
It took me about 30-40 minutes to get half-home, give, or take me wanting to push some teens from their skateboards for bike. Maybe taking the bus would have been better. Getting to the bus station connecting with the subway line, I sat against the concrete bench and checked the next schedule. Sighing as I did watch two buses go by already. Sweat dropping from the corner of my brow, I looked at the time, from 4-5 we had class, from 5-5:30 coffee, 6-6:30 walking, bus should arrive around 7-7:20 leaving me to be home at 8, get din-din started by 8:30 and present mah self with satisfactory!
I wiggled in my spot happily forgetting I was outfit, taking time to collect myself and having minor trucks pass me by. Flicking them off, I pulled out a cigarette and notice a familiar car pull up.
"What cooking good looking?"
"Cinnabun, was sup babe cake?"
"Can I give you a ride hm?"
"Only if you promise to take me gently"
"Oh babe you aint gotta worry, I have 1.5 inch hard deek"
We burst into laughter and I got in her car grinning madly as we exchanged hugs and kiss, her plucking the cigarette from me and pulling off.
"Where's your car?"
"I...Don't drive it much."
"You're talking about Mavorick right? You do not drive Mavorick? Your Ford Shelby GT500?
"U-um Da-David has him. Saying that he can drive my car since all I have is school, work, and home."
Cinnyiia looked at me from the corner of her eye and glared slightly, I looked away and pressed my fingers together.
"I don't mind, plus I don't have to worry about locking the keys in the car."
She shook her head and I lite another Cancer stick as she stopped in front of my house duplex. I blinked and sat in the car.
"Soo, How school?"
"Very much great,. Cranes getting less sleep though."
"Whos Crane; If you're sleeping with another guy sweetie you need to tell me so I can get you out of that."
"Cin, you was the one that advise me to date him!"
"Wait- What are you talking about? Sleep with Crane? EW! Now that's my teacher about Fears & phobias."
"Oh, I thought you was sleeping on the job."
I looked at her as if she was crazy, if I can get 30swatts just for speaking out of term, then image what he would do to me cheating. Shuttering I got out and waved awkwardly at her,
"Keep the cookie"
"I knew you loved me."
I smiled and the door open having David stand there in sweats and a tank. I turned and shuttered again and smiled at him, checking my watch, which was &:20 on the dot. I walked inside pasted him as he waved off Cin and closed the door. Looking sub-consciously towards him he watched me from the door clearly over-thinking something. Tilting my head I murred,
"Something on yah mind babe?"
"Just, this case. Mafia and MOBs are going crazy"
"Maybe it's the weather?"
He chuckled and came up behind me nibbling my ear and tugging me closer by my jeans making that weird noise. I frowned and grinned at him before peaking his lips and going into the kitchen.
"Watcha got a taste for?"
"It's not able to be chopped, only sawed."
The comment completely flew over my I head and I looked back at him from the refrigerator.
"What?"
"I'm talking about my penis in your vagina"
"Oooh. But I'm hungry?"
"You can always live off my soldiers'"
"Want me to nip the tip this time?"
"Don't say it in that damn British accent"
"Eh? Why not Gov'na?"
"I will strangle you again."
"Can't not behind closed doors."
"This is my house isn't it?"
"Correction, I know whose names here!"
He tackled me away from the refrig and picked me up over his shoulder walking towards the bedroom. I quickly caught on and grabbed the doorframe sliding from his grasp and falling on the floor on my bewb. David looked worried and quickly knelt down to check me, but I leaned up and banged our heads together by accident.
"Dammit Jay!"
"Mooove!"
I whined my bewbie and forehead now hurting at the same time and David rubbing his forehead with a light chuckle. Leaning over me, I blushed and opened my mouth,
"Hush Dammit."
He bumped against my sore forehead and I winced as he watched me before kissing me softly. My heart fluttered in the kiss and I stay still like taught. He pulled away, and I let out a longing sigh.
"I love you Jayzmyin Marionette Newport."
"David Kulyn, I love you more."
He leaned down and kissed me once more, that's before the explosion and people running around screaming at the top of their lungs. David looked down at me, and I sighed getting up. Wtf.
Back in Modern Arkham:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
"I can't help, but notice you're down here for lunch Harleen."
"No, No. They have my Client. Having lunch with the, commoners."
She seemed a bit tensed and heated about this, wondering if she should cancel the entire thing, but not risk having her Client not like her. I shook my head and let her wonder off to her table, quietly amazed by how well she was taking this. Standing for a few more minutes, I notice a patient wearing a mask walking towards their session. I would never have personally gotten so close with that mad man, but I was glad he did not notice me. Harleen seemed to be questioning and puzzled before the be reveal. My eyes widen and I tried not to seem so shock by this. Why was my handsome Lover under that rat's ass bag? Mentally coughing and shaking my head correcting myself.
My client. "…." Shaking my head once more, I looked on as Crane said something to her then, she snapped back. Joker looking agitated as it was, and told him; Para-phrasing now; Fawk off. He did and went to an empty table sitting all by his lonesome. I tilted my head at his cuteness and decided to have a and I lip quote "Date."
"Good evening Crane! How's tah pizza?"
He seemed agitated with my mere existence, but my face said; At least it's not on a Saturday. Picking at his cardboard pizzas yawning he looked lazily at me.
"It's Wednesday what are you doing here?"
"I had to see another patient, decided to drop by and see what your week was like."
"I feel as though you're cheating on me already."
"Don't play."
I glared at him making him smirk and push a bit of his hair from his face before nibbling the sandwich with such manners. I mentally drooled at his blue eyes. Something was bothering him. I didn't like that.
"So whats going on?"
"Nothing, I'm in an Asylum."
"On the bright side you use to work here."
"How's David?"
I flinched and glared at him before twiddling with my fingers.
"I haven't spoken with him."
"Such a shame, We All need to get together and meet one day."
I glared at him more and got up clearly not having his mouth or pissy snappy questions.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
