Disclaimer: I own no Batman characters. They belong to DC comics, Bob Kane, and in some cases Chris Nolan.

Everyone feels so bad for Crane. You should, especially in this chapter. ENJOY!

Inspired by Placebo's song Running Up That Hill.

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"Me and Bruce?" Crane played dumb, as he helped the Joker onto the makeshift bed he was occupying. The Joker clutched his belly and sat down. "Yea, how long were you and Bruce on the road looking for me?" Joker asked. Crane shifted uncomfortably.

"About three days, give or take. Why?" Crane answered. Joker nodded his head. "And during those three days, did anything go on between you and him?" Joker raised an eyebrow, waiting for Crane to answer. "Do you think something happened?" Crane really did not want this to happen. The way it was suppose to happen: Batman and Joker live happily ever after. There is no Scarecrow in that mix.

"Well, your sweating like a pig, Crow. Considering your as jumpy as a cat, I'm going to take that as a yes-" Joker was cut off.

"One time! Joker, I swear. I meant nothing to him, he even told me his 'black heart' belonged to you. He will never love me!" Crane started sobbing uncontrollably. Joker sighed contently. "Ok, Crane. It's okay, shhh." Joker rubbed Crane's back. Oh, was Bruce going to get it. If Joker didn't end up shoving a knife in Bruce's belly, he'd certainly have a few choice words with him.

"Johnny, how about we act like, uh, 'civilized' people and go talk to Bruce. Wouldn't that make the guilt subside a bit?" Joker suggested to Crane. Jonathan muffled a 'yes', and walked upstairs with the Joker. When they got to the room, Jack lost all found composure.

"Bruce fucking Wayne! Get your ass up right now!" Joker yelled. Bruce practically flew out of bed, thumping on the floor. "What's the problem?" Bruce asked, rubbing his eyes. "Well, it's just come to knowledge that you and, uh, Johnny here, fucked around a little bit! Am I right?!" Joker screamed, grabbing Bruce by the shirt and pinning him against the wall. Though he was pregnant, Joker was not a nancy boy, he would die before he would be a pussy.

"Well....shit." Bruce looked at Crane, behind the Joker. Crane was still crying, fuck self control. When Crane was sad, we was going to cry. He decided. Crane looked at him through tear stained eyes. Mouthing 'I'm sorry', and turning his head away.

"Jack, I swear. It was only a one-shot thing, it was my fault. I'm sorry." Bruce looked at the Joker, expecting him to soften, he didn't. "Look, don't go all 'Brokeback Mountain' on me, please. Save that shit for Crane.-" Joker softened a bit "-Just tell me something, Bruce, what did it mean to you?" Bruce really could not convey, in plain words, how much Crane did not mean to him, compared to Jack. So he did what Jack loved best; Bruce sang.

"You don't want to hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. There's a thunder in our hearts, baby. Some much hate for the ones we love. Tell me we both matter, don't we?" Bruce looked at the Joker for some sign of emotion. Anger? Love? Forgiveness? But what Bruce found was exactly what he was looking for. Understanding. Joker looked at Bruce, searching him as well, but he was searching for truth. Was Bruce being truthful. Yes.

"I'm so sorry, Jack." Bruce said. Jack smiled. "Nothing?" Jack asked. "Nothing, Jack. It meant nothing." Joker then kissed Bruce. Not a needy kiss, but a 'I'm hear, I love you' kiss. Bruce wrapped his arms around the Jokers neck, while Jack wrapped his arms around Bruce's waist. They broke apart.

"I love you, angel." Bruce said. Jack whispered back. "I love you too, darling."

Crane looked at the men like they were scum. But he teared up as the thought of defeat cleared his fogged brain. He was truly alone. He would never have anyone to love like Jack had Bruce. He was truly, utterly, alone.

Crane dashed back downstairs and into the small bathroom near Edward's room. He threw up repeatedly in the toilet, not caring if he woke Edward. Which, in fact, he did. Edward came limping out of his room, knocking on the bathroom door. "Hello, is everything alright in there?" He asked as he heard someone dry heaving their dinner up in his toilet. "Come in, please." A weak voice pleaded him. Edward opened the door to find a very pitiful sight indeed.

Laying on the floor was Crane, his face sweaty and his eyes freshly stained with tears. "Crane!? Holy shit! What happened ta' you?" Edward limped over to Crane and attempted to sit him on the toilet. "Are you okay?"

Crane finally found his voice. "No, it hurts. It hurts so bad..." Crane said, spacing out. Edward rubbed Crane's knee. "What hurts, darlin'?" He asked. Crane turned to Edward, his blue eyes boring holes into Edward's light green ones. And Crane said in a heart breaking tone

"The heartache."

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A/N: Omg! I almost made myself cry. I need to stop abusing Crane's heart!