Update: I'm going to continue to post this fic on here until I can no longer do so, along with posting it on other sites that cater to the fanfiction wants/needs. I will say that this story may get very graphic in detail and I am also open to suggestions for kinks to add and such because I think everything needs more kink. If you have one, message me on here or on the previous website listed in the last chapter and I'll try to push it into the story. And as a normal disclaimer I do not own any of these characters and nor do I profit off of any of them. So now onto the story!
xxxObscurism
Becky wasn't sure how long Scarecrow was going to in the other room for, but she knew she had to use her alone time wisely and try to compose herself for the events that were to come that evening. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her mane of ginger curls away from her face, running a hands through it slowly in both nervousness and excitement. She wasn't exactly sure at this moment if taking the pain over the drug induced state of mind she could have been in was a good idea. She could tell right away when he dropped her onto the medical table that he meant business tonight, and those drugs would've lulled her into going along with everything instead of the slow build up of pleasure that always seemed to take forever. It was too late to change her mind now, she had made her choice and like hell would he ever let her change that, the only thing it would create is even more of a reason to torment her, but he'd amp it up more than he'd originally planned. Leaning back now on her hands, she looked around the room once more. It was disorganized on this side of the basement to say the least. Tables covered with test tubes, some held upright by stands with bright green fluids in them, while others knocked over or shattered in pieces, the bunsen burners close to them thankfully were turned off. More papers were strewn about, stained by what she could only assume was a new fear toxin he was trying to make. Of course, the small doll he carried with him from time to time on his misadventures was sitting on one of the shelves surrounded by piled high books. Sneering at the doll, thinking it looked a bit misplaced in Scarecrow's workspace. She pushed that thought away now, finally letting her body relax on the cold metal medical table, leaning back on her hands as moved her legs off of the table, letting her bare feet wiggle at the cold air that surrounded her. Becky really wanted to hop down and walk around to see his notes, but it was something she knew would have consequences for if she did.
Just when she was about to get lost in her thoughts once more, she heard the 'click' of the door lock once more. Scarecrow was back, and readier than ever now in his costume. As the door creaked open slowly, it seemed like his outfit only exaggerated his tall stature. The all black ensemble, save for his patchwork burlap mask that only revealed his blood shot eyes, the noose that hung around his neck, and the straw that made up hair, worked perfectly for him. It was creepy, it created a sense of fear in others, and damn, did it just do something for Becky. She retracted her legs back onto the table, curling them behind her bottom as she adjusted her posture, hands gripping the edge of the table as she leaned forward a bit, just to get a better look at her scary looking beau. Her hazel eyes were drawn straight to his gloved hands, staring at the sharp nails in a bit of anticipation. Biting her lower lip unconsciously, she let her eyes continue to wander, to those long lanky legs and then down to the matching boots he wore. Her hazel eyes went up once more, taking in the angry look he always seemed to have on his face while wearing his mask, she'd never let him know it drove her absolutely wild. Before she had a chance to relish in the sight that was in front of her, Scarecrow began to step towards her once more.
What seemed like a permanent scowl rested on his face as he cut off the wandering gaze of Becky. Ego stroking is what it seemed like she was trying to do to him, mentally he scoffed at such a thing. He didn't need his ego stroked, he already knew he was the Master of Fear and that everyone else around him was fully aware of this fact. "Plucky Becky... Brave Becky..." He began to speak in a harsh voice now. When her body recoiled back from the edge of the table his voice rang out in a snicker as soon as he reached the medical table. Reaching out once more, his fingers easily grasped her chin once more, letting his nails dig into her cheeks again. He pulled her face towards his own masked by mere inches before snickering at the woman once more. "You think you can get out of this like you did the subway long ago? There's no one to help you now..."
Wincing in at the feeling of his nails digging into her face, she tried to pull back slightly from his grasp. Wrong move. It didn't even take a second before his sharp talons of what she called fingernails pushed harder into her face, breaking the skin beneath them. "Trying to weasel your way out of this one, hm my dear Rebecca?" He spat back in response to her actions now, the scowl still frozen on his face while his bloodshot eyes stared straight into her own.
"N-no... it's just that your nails are digging in too much..." She spoke back now to him, it wasn't the easiest with him gripping at her cheeks so forcefully, but she managed.
"You're the one who asked for pain. I'm merely obliging in your wishes." Scarecrow retorted back, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her for a moment. "What to do with Brave Becky, what to do..." He trailed off now letting a silence come over the basement for a few moments before he tightened his grip once more and then pushed his hand away from her face once more, but this time with enough force the unsuspecting Rebecca onto her shoulder, her face hitting the metal with a small thud.
She watched silently, her heart beginning to pound in anticipation and dare she even think it? Fear. She was definitely feeling quite a bit of that this evening. Keeping her eyes trained on him, Becky watched as his long fingernails began to tap at the bottom of his permanent scowl, he was pretending to think about what to do with her. Of course, she knew that Scarecrow already had a plan in mind for the evening, but with her it was all about the unknown that got her really quaking. It always had. From the beginning she'd been more afraid of the what if's that he brought into her mind rather than what he was actually doing to her. She had enough bravery in herself to take whatever he threw her way, whether it be testing out a new fear toxin, giving her drugs that would either dull her senses into oblivion or those that would heighten them to the level that even the slightest touch would cause her to have a sensory overload. Sometimes it was even just him ignoring her for days and sometimes weeks on end as he thought of new ways to break the Batman and the unwilling citizens of Gotham. It was when he made her wait in silence as he pretended to 'think' that made her mind race and her hear being to beat out of her chest. He could be quite frightening when he wanted to be, and to her there was nothing more frightening then him donned in his full costume in silence. It was not only frightening, but also it did something for her. It awoke things inside not only her mind, but also tingles in places she didn't like to admit got them and like hell she'd ever tell him either! That would only further his games more and while it was quite arousing once she entered her subspace mindset, he wasn't the kindest during their games and nor did he try to bring her back down after they finished playing.
He wandered towards his desk now, eyes unblinking as he stared at all the implements before him. Papers, books, scissors, scalpels, his doll, bottles of knocked over toxins, test tubes, the bunsen burner, and more test tubes. Though she couldn't see it, Scarecrow's scowl turned into a smirk as he reached out and grabbed a handful of them, one or two filled with a toxin he'd been working on recently. The orange liquid filled them nearly to the brim, only being stopped from escaping by old wine bottle corks. Turning back to face her, the smirk now on his face with eyes glaring at her with great intent. Oh yes, he had a plan for her that evening.