Disclaimer; I own nothing except for Amy. DC own's Jonathon and The Joker D:

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Ok, lets go about... lets say two weeks into my stay at my new home. I found a pretty good job during this time too with the help of Jonathon and I got to learn on how to do a card trick with Jack. But throughout this time a weird change has come over Jonathon. His cold eyes seem to be colder and they have this weird, tiny sadistic gleam shining within them like ice. He has even raved on about how fear can be mastered.

This startled me.

I haven't talked to him three days.

Jack has been helping me with getting some essential things for my apartment. I'm not sure on how he gets them, but now it looks more livable with a newcarpet, shades, lamp, and a BED. I had been sooo happy when he had gotten it for me that I actually tackled him into the wall. We both fell down and laughed out asses off. (Until He groped me. I slap the shit out of him.)

The other night we had played Mario Party on his XBox (He seems to have a lot of game systems)... We fell asleep on the couch, but I woke up first and only to find the pervert had one hand up my shirt and the other one on a game controller. I promptly smacked him upside the head and stole the remainder of the chicken and broccoli we had ordered. Jack just laughed his ass off.

Chomping on it in a mocking manner I had then walked hautily out of the room, only to see Jon about to knock on my door. Startled I gave him a weird look before closing Jack's door as I still munched on the cold food.

The regular, icy blue eyes were back and the tiny, sadistic gleam was gone... but he had looked sad and embarrassed.

"Amy... I know I made a fool out of myself the other day...", he had begun.

Raising an eyebrow at him I then shoved him lightly to the side and opened my door. Walking inside I beckoned him in. Quickly I set the box of food down on the tiny book shelf I now owned, then sat down on my bed.

"Tell me in here, not out there. Jacky boy might listen in and question me later about what we might talk about.", I then licked my lips. "SO come on, give me an explanation as to why you acted like a mad person."

He sighed and then walked lightly over to the musty couch. After taking his glasses off he then pinched the bridge of his nose. I found it cool that after two weeks he could act so casual with me... more human if you will and not that stoic man he usually was for the other people. Taking a breath he then explained as best he could to me.

"... so you see, I'm still trying to control him. But he comes out when I'm with my patients. He... He likes to see others fear show at it's fullest.", he was leaning back on the couch now, his head leaning back as he looked at the ceiling.

I wasn't sure how I could answer him after this. Yeah, this is a fairly normal thing that can happen to people... but this was awkward! Another personality that thrived on fear? Who knew something like this could happen to someone. Not knowing what do, I just bit my lip and tried to think of a good answer for him. Not being able to think of one, I moved to the couch and then leaned onto this shoulder.

Poor Jonathon.

"Personally, this is a lot of information to take in... I mean, another personality Jon? That's like... WHOA on many levels." Looking up to him I then saw that he had put his glasses back on. "And the fact that he seems to come out in your workplace is a pretty bad thing." I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "Maybe... Maybe you should quite."

"You know I can't," his tone was cold and for some reason it felt distorted, "I need this job. I need it for my research... It's my life."

He had hissed at the end. That voice hadn't really been his. Moving from him like he was acid I gave him a blank look.

The burning ice was back.

He had never told me anything about research too.

Oh good... I'm confused.

Jonathon then stood up, dusted his jacket, and then promptly left. I watched him walk out of the door in a quiet, seething calm. Sighing I sat there in my confusion and my sadness for a friend.