Amara grabbed some take out food after she got done with work and walked into Arkham Asylum she stopped at the check point and let the security guards check her.

"Marcus how's the book coming?" Amara asked the guard who smirked.

"Seems I've hit a mental block."

"That happens sometimes, is Jonathon free at the moment?"

"He should be between patients." Marcus admitted looking at the schedule. "Bringing him some dinner?"

"Yep." Amara admitted and was buzzed into the ward that Jonathon worked in.

"Great news-feed earlier." Marcus teased her and she groaned in defeat. "Put the wind up Crane though."

"Great…" Amara sighed to herself.

Amara thought back to the day she met Jonathon. Thankfully he had copies of his work or else he probably would've just murdered her. She had noticed what his work was on and she smirked.

*Flashback*

"You're working on fear?" Amara asked curiously and the man she just slopped coffee on just gave her an exasperated look. "I think we have Psychology together." The man barely looked over at her with a grimace. "My name is…"

"well aware who you are Ms Wayne." The man mentioned in a snarky fashion and Amara sighed before she sat down.

"Right, I just wish I could actually introduce myself without somebody already knowing who I was." She muttered darkly and the man across from her kept reading and making notes but she could've sworn she saw a small smirk on his face. "So any reason why fear is your thing?" She asked again and the man gave an almost inaudible growl of aggravation.

"Not just fear, it's what fear does to the mind." He decided to humor the billionaire heiress.

"Oh that makes more sense. I've always found it amazing about dreams."

The man frowned at his writings and gave her a small look.

"Dreams as in life fulfilling or dreams as in the ones during sleep?" He questioned going back to his work.

"Sleep dreams. I find it fascinating that your mind can come up with something like a virtual reality and create an avatar like creation of you and put you in the middle of any situation it decides to."

"Interesting theory." The man muttered more to himself. "What do you fear Ms Wayne?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know. I don't like cats…"

"Cats?" The man gave her a perturbed expression.

"Well yeah, they just sit there and stare at you with those hypnotic eyes like they are trying to figure your significance. Also how they tilt their heads slightly when they are staring at you." Amara looked over at the man and bit her lip slightly. "You're uhm, actually doing that right now. Complete with the head tilt. I should probably stop talking before you suck my soul out through my eyes."

The man just stared at her in quiet contemplation before he spoke again.

"I do not think that a dislike of cats, is the same thing as a fear for cats." He mentioned lightly and almost felt like he was teasing her. He gave a sigh of defeat before he continued. "I'm doing research on what people fear the most, and I'm trying to see what makes it happen the way it does."

Amara looked at the pages.

"May I take a look?" She asked and the man shot her a venomous expression. "Just intrigued is all." The man slid the notepad and she read his notes. "Wow these are informative. You're missing one though." She mentioned and the man scowled at her and snatched the notepad back from her rechecking his work.

"And what would I be missing?" The man's eyes took on a darker expression almost like he was a different person.

"Fear for another." Amara admitted quietly and the man gave her a look of mild surprise.

"I'm not sure I follow you…" He admitted curiously while his eyes were back to normal.

"Well for instance a mother who sees their child trapped under something that they can't normally move. There are some stories of the mother lifting things fifty times their weight just to save their child. Also seeing somebody about to be hit by a car and you know you can't help the person because you are just human. But when it's somebody you know and love the fear for that individual makes you faster and stronger than you normally would be. Essentially fear for another makes you into a temporary super-human."

The man's eyes widened slightly and the pen dropped from his fingers and he just stared at her.

"I did not even think about that one." He admitted looking at his notes in dismay.

"Look I feel really bad about your other set of notes…how about I buy you a new coffee?" Amara offered and the man just looked at her and nodded before he gathered his things.

"I perhaps need to rest my eyes from the notes anyway. I am Jonathon Crane."

"Nice to meet you Jonathon Crane." Amara smiled at him and their eyes locked and it seemed that something clicked into place. 'Wow he has really nice eyes.'

*END FLASHBACK*

Amara shook herself free from her memories with a jolt. She reached forward and knocked on the closed door.

"Come in."

Amara opened the door and poked her head inside and saw Jonathon at his desk filling out files and he looked up and over his glasses that had fallen slightly down his nose.

"You are so adorable when you do that." Amara smiled at him and he sighed rolling his eyes.

"That didn't take long. We only talked a few hours ago." Jonathon got her back with the words she said earlier that day and she blushed lightly making him huff in laughter. "Is there a reason you here?" He asked going back to work.

"Brought dinner." Amara placed the container in front of him and he smirked.

"Have I mentioned that I love you today?" Jonathon asked and Amara grinned again.

"Multiple times actually. I was actually thinking about the first time we met."

"Good lord, I can never get the dislike of cats out of my head." Jonathon bemoaned and grimaced in pain.

"Jack leave him alone." Amara scolded the other man occupying his mind but when Jonathon looked up Amara saw it wasn't him but Jack. "Come on Jack…" She sighed in defeat and Jack or Scarecrow as Jonathon called 'him' stood up and pushed her into the wall with a wild look in his eyes.

"So since, we're remembering old times…the first time I gassed you has that fear changed?" He asked with an evil coo into her ear making her shiver lightly.

"Jack." Amara lightly took his hand in hers and looked at him. "How many times are you going to use that shit on me before it gets into you and Jon's thick skulls that my 'fear' hasn't changed in the last year and a half?" She saw the shift back into Jonathon and she watched him rub his eyes in pain. "Sure packs a wallop doesn't he?" She asked and Jonathon moaned in pain. "Sit down." She ordered him and pushed him into his chair. She sat behind his chair and light rubbed the back of his head where she knew the most pain would be.

"I never wanted to use it on you, you know?" Jonathon admitted quietly. "Scarecrow just took control before I could stop him and he sprayed you."

"I don't think he was prepared for what my biggest fear ended up being." Amara mentioned with tearful smile.

"I can't tell you who was more shocked, me or him." Jonathon stopped her hands from kneading away his scarecrow induced migraine and he forced her to walk around the chair and made her sit on his lap. Amara was looking down in embarrassment and Jonathon tilted her face upwards to meet his eyes. "I've never met anybody whose biggest fear was losing me."

"Not just you, Jack also. I know how cliché it sounds but I fell in love with both of you and I sound like a really crappy romantic comedy movie right now." Amara moaned in dismay making Jonathon smile at her.

"You can be the Dorothy to my Scarecrow whenever you want." Jonathon admitted and heard the giggling that was pressed into his neck making him close his eyes from the pleasure it caused.

"I can almost 'hear' the sarcastic comments from Jack." Amara still laughed and Jonathon rubbed her back.

"He's actually too busy on the floor of my mind laughing his ass off from how stupid I just sounded to make any comments right now."

"Might as well take advantage of that then…" Amara grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss.