Jonathan's POV.
I stand corrected, it took him six minutes before he began complaining.
"This is just awful! I don't know how Killer Croc puts up with this?" he whined, trying his best to not touch the wall, or anything else for that matter.
"Maybe it's because he's half crocodile and only wear pants?" I turned and looked at him.
I just avoided looking at me, mumbling something under his breath.
'What is with him? I understand him being upset about our surroundings, but it seems more like he's upset with me.' I sighed and continued walking forward.
The rest of the walk we remained silent. I wondered if Batman made it yet. He probably did, knowing him. Luckily for us, the sewage was quiet, meaning that he isn't down here. Last thing we need is a run in with him again. Eventually the lighting began to get worse and soon we started walking in darkness. The only thing keeping us from falling in the water was the railing and the sickly yellow light that was too weak and dull for it to be helpful. I didn't realize I didn't have my scythe until we already left, but there was no way I was going back just to get it.
'I'll have to make a new batch of fear toxin. That won't be a problem, but I still need to improve it. I'll need more chemicals and tools of course. There is also of course the problem of someone to test it one. As much as I would like to do it on Eddie, I don't think it's a wise idea. I could try to steal... 'I stopped mid-thought as I jerked to a stop when I nearly ran into Edward who decided to suddenly stop walking. 'What is he doing?'
"Jon?" he said, his face turned away from me. "Why are you following me?"
I stared at him, wondering where this is coming from.
"Can you elaborate more on what you're saying? There's only one way this tunnel goes to."
"Don't play dumb. You could have gone another way back at the asylum. If anything, this would be one of the first places Batman would look. So tell me this, why did you follow me?"
I considered what he said. Why did I follow him? I understand I need revenge on him, but from the scenario in the cell, I think that revenge isn't necessary any more.
'Worried that someone else will touch him?'
Not knowing what to say, I replied with the first thing that came to mind.
"Why not?"
He remained silent; his back turned towards me so I couldn't see his expression. After a few seconds he began walking again. I quietly sighed and followed him, beginning to think something was wrong. What would upset him enough to render him silent? Was I not giving him enough attention? I'm pretty sure I gave him enough attention back at the cells.
'Maybe when you were talking to Jervis? Think about it, one moment you making him fall in your arms, the next you're leaving him alone, almost ignoring him, and talking with Jervis.'
Maybe. I suppose I could test that theory.
"So I spoke to Jervis before we left." I broke the silence. I couldn't help the satisfied smirk form on my lips as I saw him tense up. "He said he wouldn't mention what he saw to anyone."
He silently nodded. His pace picked up speed slightly.
"Anything else in that conversation I should know about?"
"Not that I know of." I was slightly surprised that the reaction I was getting out of his was proving my theory.
He mumbled something under his breath and continued walking. He turned a corner I followed him, only to see him stop.
"What's wrong? Did we make a wrong…?" I froze as I saw the all too familiar shape of someone who I never wanted to see again.
"What are you doing here, Nygma?" said the shadow of the gigantic crocodile looming over us.
"Croc! I was wondering why the sewers suddenly smelled worse than usual right now."
The larger one growled and stepped towards us. I couldn't help but take a small step back. It's not the fact I was afraid of him, it was just…well, I had some past, um….run-ins with him before.
"What are you doing down here?"
"Running away from the Bat. What else? You think I willingly came down here?" Edward said tauntingly, to my panic.
He sneered and his growl began more threating and angry much to my dismay, but then he stopped and his expression softened.
'He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see-'
"Crane?"
'Damn it!' I thought, thankful for my masking on my face, otherwise you would clearly see my nervous expression. "Croc, a pleasure as always."
I cleared my throat before I spoke, keeping my voice leveled so I didn't sound nervous. He smiled and I nodded at him, smiling back being pointless from my mouth being covered. Edward looked back and forth between us, obviously figuring out we met in the past.
"You two know each other well?" he asked.
"We helped each other before in the past and got along pretty well. He's actually someone I can stand, unlike some others." The larger man turned his attention back to the smallest one out of us, his smile turning back in a sneer.
What he said was true, but we might have remembered it differently. We did get along, but I always had the feeling that if I angered him I would end up in his stomach. Then there was the incident from Joker taking over the Asylum that one time, which promptly ended any alliance and communication I had with Killer Croc.
"I see." Edward looked back at me.
'Did I hear jealousy in his voice?'
"Do you need help getting out of here?" Croc said, looking at me.
"That would be rather kind of you." I said, taking off my mask and smiled at him
He smiled back, then turned around and crawled into the water. His back and the top of his head were out of the water, so I could still see him. I began to walking forward, but was pulled back as Edward gripped my arm.
"Do we really need his help?" he said quietly, not wanting the other to overhear. This time, I was positive I heard jealousy in his voice. He looked up into my eyes, something I noticed he tries to avoid doing. The look in his eyes and the way his expression was made his eyes have a more doe-eyed shape to them, making him appear to look like he was begging me instead of asking me. However, I also saw a little bit a fear.
'Can we fuck him now?'
'What do you mean we?! Will you stop?!'
'If you think I'm not going to touch him, you are surely mistaken.' Scarecrow threatened.
"Jon?"
I blinked and smiled slightly down at him. I tilted his chin up and kissed him softly. His cheeks became a very slight pink when I pulled away. However, instead of soothing his fear, I took the opportunity and made it worse.
"Do worry. I trust him. Besides, me and Croc go way back." I smiled as I saw his fear get worse and his jealousy grow. I turned around and began following Croc.
Edward's POV.
He was doing it on purpose, I know he was. But I couldn't help but get jealous! There was nothing to get jealous over! I was still upset, but I could help but feel my heart skip when he kissed me. I stood there as he walked away, begin to feel actual panic rise to my chest.
'What do they mean they knew each other well?!'
Snapping out of my daze, walked behind him and stayed silent. I was getting sick and tired of him constantly causing me fear. But I suppose that's what you should expect from Scarecrow. I walked in silence the rest of the way. Each minute I thought of my relationship with Crane and got angrier. About an hour later we came to a stop at a tunnel opening.
"This is a way out near Gotham Bay. Do you still own that hideout near here?" Croc said.
'Is he talking about the one Crane took me to when he found me in the ally? Did that use to be a hideout they shared?'
Crane smiled and waved to him as he walked out.
"Thank you, Croc. It's a pleasure to see you again."
He smiled and nodded, turning back into the water. I began my walk towards the building, remembering where it was.
"Eddie?" I heard him call for me behind me. I still kept walking.
I didn't say a word the whole walk there. I was still angry about what he said. I opened the door and slammed it behind me; slightly hoping it hit Jonathan in the face.
"Pouting doesn't get you anywhere." I heard him say smugly behind the door, just sensing the smirk on his face.
I ignored him and walked into what I figured to be the kitchen. I heard footsteps behind me, knowing he came in. I ignored him still as I looked in the fridge, feeling his icy stare behind me.
"I just saved you from not only getting critically injured from guards, but also a trip back to Arkham; yet you're acting childish by giving me the silent treatment." He said with a slight bored tone.
I closed the fridge, but it sounded more like a slam.
"If you think I'm annoyed by this game, you are incorrect. If anything I'm enjoying the quiet. Not every day you shut up."
I looked through the cabinets, hoping to find something to throw at him. All I found where cups, plastic plates, bowls and the liquor.
"Was it something I did? If so, I would be very grateful if you tell me what." He asked, having a slight playful tone.
I stopped what I was doing and went back to the liquor cabinet. I grabbed the first thing I touched and set it on the counter, opening the bottle, my back still turned to him.
"…Was it something I said?"
I then mentally told the shot glasses to screw themselves and took a swing from the bottle. I heard him chuckle darkly behind me, just now noticing the lights were never turned on, the only light being from the city light coming in through the widows. I took another swing from the bottle, the burning in my throat finally disappearing as my mind went slightly fuzzy. I didn't notice Jonathan was right beside me until he took the bottle away from me. He grabbed my wrist as I tried to snatch it back. I yanked my hands away.
"'I own you already.' You said you owned me! I'm not something you can own, Jonathan." I said.
"What if I proved you wrong?" He put his hands on both sides of my head, trapping me between him and the wall. I tensed, thinking he was going to put a needle in my neck. At this point I gotten used to him stick needles in me.
"What you mean?" I tried to not look into his eyes.
Jonathan's POV.
I smiled as he again avoided looking me in the eyes. I leaned down, gently licking the shell of his ear. I heard him gasp slightly.
"Well, Scarecrow and I really want to fuck you senseless. Is that a way to prove you wrong?" I said quietly in his ear. When I pulled away I had to control every fiber in my body not to laugh when I saw his face turn into a brilliant scarlet. "I own you, whether you like it or not."
I tilted his chin up and pressed my lips against his, noticing how surprisingly soft they were. He wasn't even kissing me back, if anything he was slowly trying to push away. I kissed him softly, knowing if he were to be put under too much pressure, he would freak out.
'Right; you used him as a test subject and now you're about to rape him. Yeah, he hasn't freaked out yet.'
I couldn't help myself from making a rather loud growl at Scarecrow's remark. I was getting annoyed at his comments at this point. I heard the smaller man beneath me whimper and growled at Scarecrow again, trying to ignore him and focus on the now shaking boy in front of me. Apparently he thought I was mad at him from him not kissing me back. I can't blame him for shaking in fear at this point. I used fear toxin on him and then continuously tried to drug him again.
I put my hands on his hips, trying to calm him down. He gasped as I gently bit his lip. I smiled slightly when he moaned as I shove my tongue in his mouth. He slowly raised his hands up and wrapped them around my neck, kissing me back.
I pulled away, both of us gasping for air. I moved down and started to gently bite and suck at his neck, making sure to bite and suck extra hard at the sensitive part of his neck. He moaned softly and ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me. I slowly began running my fingers up his shirt and he shivered slightly. Moving my arms back to his hips, I pulled him closer, moaning softly when I grinded my hips against his slightly.
"J-Jon…" he moaned slightly, burying his face in my neck.
My mouth focused back to his neck as I began to unbutton his jacket. When I did, I almost tore it by yanking it off him. I moved my mouth away from his neck, much to his protest. I gave a smile of satisfaction when I saw the many marks I made on his neck and jawline.
"Why'd you stop?" he whined, slightly gasping for breath.
"I'm not going to keep going unless you want me to." I said, taking off his mask, letting me see his bright green eyes more. He smirked at me.
"Well, it matters. Who's it going to be? Crane or Scarecrow? Because I can imagine Scarecrow having some weird kink with fear."
"Well," I smirked back at him, pulling closer and pushing my hips against his again, making him moan slightly. "Scarecrow can wait because you're mine."
"Well then," he smirked. "Jonathan Crane it is then."
So if you want to read the gay sex action, you have to go to ArchiveOfOurOwn because I don't want it posted here. I'll post it as a whole other chapter so you don't have to worry.
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