A/N: A lot of Scarecrow, to make up for lack of him.

Avery Watts had grown since her last time at Arkham. Oh yes, Dr. Crane remembered Watts just as well as she remembered him. She had always been cool and calculating and he couldn't help but notice how similar they were. They both could have acceptable, normal, well-paying careers. They both could have any girl (or guy, in Avery's case) that they wanted … if they ever decided to put their mind to it. Neither of them could take revenge physically, but both of their forms of revenge were worse … crueler. And, of course, they both held no guilt.

But then, she was so incredibly different. Avery let fear rule her life, just like every Gothamite. Fear of every little thing. She held back at first, hid her hurt and anguish. If someone did her wrong, she'd wait. She'd wait and wait until the time was right. Kick them when they're down, vulnerable. The cheap shot was always the easiest thought. Avery Watts was weak.

Avery had changed so much in the past years. Her hair had grown, and she had died it, yet again. Her eyes no longer held deeply ingrained bags, but that was only temporary. Her skin even maintained a bit of a tan … a bit. If it weren't for the flash of fear in her eyes when they made contact with his, he may have wondered if this was the same girl.

Girl? Crane? She's grown, twenty-two now … legal.Crane mentally rolled his eyes at his lecherous alter.

Yes, girl … she's still as immature and pompous as she was when she was seventeen.

Even if you've only seen her?Sometimes, Scarecrow could be infuriating.

Beaumont was nearly bouncing up and down, probably wishing to secure the spot next to Watts. Crane waited patiently, either one would put Watts on the edge of tears. Just his mere presence set her on edge.

Crane smirked at the child from across the desk. She was whimpering in fear, the newest toxin wasn't nearly as strong, but it did the job. For once, he wasn't interested in screams. Work needed to be done and her stoic silence was doing neither of them any good. "What do you see, Miss Watts?" Let me out. His alter was trying to force his way into the forefront. Not this time, not yet.

"G-go away …" Avery closed her eyes, biting away the tears, "please …" She was so weak. Crane smiled at the mouth that did nothing but make smart ass comments begged. It really was rich.

"Just tell me what you see." Crane stood up and walked around the desk. "Tell me," his voice was rough. The tears and sweat mingled on Avery's cheeks and she refused to open her eyes.

"Make it … make it … make it go away." Her eyes were screwed shut. Not that it mattered, either way she'd be seeing her greatest horrors. "Please ... stop …"

Crane let out a frustrated growl and grabbed the girl by both shoulders. "Look at me!" His alter sniggered in the background. His knuckles were turning white with the pressure on her arms. Now, now, Jonny, we don't want any bruises. Right … right … Crane took a deep breath and loosened his grip. "Look at me," he repeated, much calmer. Softly, she fluttered her brown eyes open .The action was so gentle, almost childlike. The next actions took Crane completely off-guard.

The blood curdling scream echoed through the entire asylum. It wasn't an uncommon sound, but he knew the guards would be rushing in to check. "STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Scarecrow cackled wildly, while Crane struggled to prepare a sedative. "WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?" Again she let out a piercing shriek.

"Shut the fuck up," Crane growled. Nice expletives, Jonny, the Scarecrow sniggered. "Shut up." He repeated again, quieter this time. Watts shut up like he commanded, but still whimpering and crying. Blood was seeping from where she had bit her lip, and her teeth were still digging in.

"Please."

"One more time, Watts, what do you see?" He tapped the air bubbles out of the needle.

"Sc-sc-", her lips trembled and blood began dripping onto her chin, "Scarecrow …"

She really was fun, Scarecrow giggled wistfully.

She really was a pain in the ass, Jonathan replied, she was in here for antisocial tendencies and depression, not schizophrenia. Keeping her sane enough was a pain in the ass.

"Mr. Crane – "

"Dr. Crane," the venom seeped into his voice easily. Don't we go over this every time? "I still have my degrees."

"But you don't have your license." Watts did nothing to hid her smirk. "Please sit," Owens gestured to the last chair left, the one beside her. Great, we get to be teacher's pets. "Hello, everyone, as I'm sure you've all noticed we have a new patient." Owens began as soon as Crane began walking to his seat. "This is Avery," the doctor paused, as though she was expecting everybody to chide a greeting in clichéd unison, "Why doesn't everyone introduce themselves?"

"No need," Avery butted in before Ivy could open her mouth to start, "I'm acquainted with everyone."

"Well, Avery, it is only polite," Dr. Owens scratched the crook of her arm.

"No. Need." Her teeth were gritted now. The entire time she glared at Adasen.

"Are you sure, Avery? Finn wasn't here last time," she gestured to Adasen with a smirk. Crane couldn't help but smile as she squirmed a little.

Crane watched the recordings silently. Avery had been sent to solitaire after she started cursing violently at the Joker. She wouldn't do anything to him, though … she couldn't. Now she was in solitary making a vertical impression in the padded floor. She was muttering, much to low for him to here. Every once in a while he'd hear a useless explicative or a cry of outrage. Maybe we're cracking her. His alter giggled maliciously. Crane just shook his head. Why would she show symptoms now? Why not in rec room or at night? Finally there was one phrase that stood out above the rest, "Fucking Adasen …"

"He's the reason I'm in here," Avery's words were laced with venom.

"Now, Avery," Owens voice sounded like that of a mother scolding a child, "you got yourself in her, my dear."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't get caught."

"No who's fault is that?" Crane met her hate filled gaze evenly. She gave no hint of her fears, nothing obvious, at least. Finally she broke the glare to return to Owens.

"I meant the original time. Bastard sold me out." Her voice was cooler this time. She wasn't pleading her case, she was stating facts.

"You seriously thought I was going to pay you, bitch?" Adasen stood up and kicked his chair out from underneath him.

"I thought you knew who the fuck you were messing with," Avery growled.

"Fucking cunt! You didn't have to empty my fucking bank accounts!"

"Sit down, Finn," Owens gestured to the seat. "Why did you empty his bank accounts, Avery?" Again, Crane had an image of a teacher scolding a child.

"He owed me money," Avery shrugged like breaking bank accounts was an everyday occurrence, "I'm sure anyone in this room would have done the same." Can't really argue … Though it would be my job. Crane smiled softly. The rogues nodded in agreement, Adasen huffed.

"And, Adasen, just because she's a woman doesn't mean she's a bitch or a cunt," Crane kept his voice cool, but he couldn't help but smirk as Avery nearly choked on her tongue. Adasen scooted his chair a couple of inches away. "I prefer the term, 'pain in the ass'." Crane shot a glance at Avery. There was an obvious mental battle going on. Her hands clenched up like she wanted to defend herself against the term "pain in the ass". It was better than "bitch" and "cunt" and, contrary to Adasen's terms, it was undeniably true. But, she was scared shitless of Crane, and he knew it.

"Apologize." His alter snickered as Adasen's mouth opened and closed, resembling that of a fish. He squirmed around in his seat, hatred of Watts battled with fear of Crane.

Finally, fear won. It always does, Jonny-Boy. "I'm sorry." Avery just sneered in response. Her face also had resembled a fish. The moment Crane began defending her, her jaw had plummeted to the floor.

Arkham just got that much more interesting.

A/N: Concrit is appreciated, as always. Love you guys, the next chapter will be out in few days.