An: Just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews. Here's the new chapter
Golden light came in through the window in Amy's office. She was sitting at her desk, organizing papers into some manila folders. After being told by the guards that one of the patients from yesterday's cafeteria accident would be in at two thirty, Amy wanted to try to make the place look a little organized.
The dark haired woman nearly jumped out of her chair when the door slamed open. Inside walked two guards with a much taller man in between them. Amy knew the taller man to be Jonathan Crane, otherwise known as the Scarecrow.
Not expecting them, Amy glanced over her shoulder to the clock hanging on the wall. It read two forty-five.
"Here he is, miss." The guard, Amy recognized to be Mike, said releasing Crane. "And remember, if this guy gives you any trouble-"
"I push the little red button and you'll come in here." Amy finished.
Mike nodded. He glared at Jonathan as he left the room.
Jonathan just stood there for a few minutes and took in his surroundings. Over all everything was the same, the dark wood floors to the same pale blue wall paper. A clear and organized desk was something new to see, but overall, he was not impressed. He hated this organized meetings, but on the other hand, there was a new doctor to toy with.
"Why don't you have a seat, Professor Crane?" Amy said gesturing towards the red couch next to the wall.
He just nodded, walked across the wooden floor, and rested his lengthy body upon the peice of furniture.
"So," Amy started. "Do you mind talking about just what the hell went on in that cafeteria?"
Jonathan looked almost shocked, for it was very rare for the psychiatrists to curse at their patients.
"There really is nothing to talk about," He replied.
"Now, why would ya say that?" Amy asked tilting her head to one side.
"It was just a misunderstanding, really," Jonathan answered as he crossed his legs.
"Why do I have a hard time believing that?" Amy replied as she doodled on the clipboard.
"True," Crane replied looking up at the ceiling. "Why would anyone beleive a psycopath?"
"Well, that's kinda why I'm here, Proffessor." Amy said looking over at him. "To make you sane."
"I became 'insane', with long intervals of horrible sanity." Jonathan put extra emphasis on the 'insane'.
"Excuse me?" Amy said dropping the pen she was using to doodle with.
"What I'm saying," Jonathan started. "Is that with the agony from the everyday 'rational' reality it is a wonder why not all of us are what you consider to be psychotic."
"I never said you were psychotic," Amy retaliated.
"Then why am I even in this hell-hole?!" Jonathan shouted jumping up off the chair.
This sudden movment caused Amy to nearly jump out of her swivel chair. Seeing the anger in his blue eyes caused her to back up, wheeling the chair up the approximate foot and a half distance between her desk and the walls. Slowly, he came closer.
"Well, Amy?" Jonathan growled. "Why am I here? If I'm not psychotic, then what's the point in me having these discussions?" He was now right next to her desk.
Amy looked up at him, shaking, and still in her chair.
"I want an answer, Amy!" He shouted, slamming his fists on the table.
"I-I don't know! Batman brings y-you here! D-don't get angry w-with me!" Amy squealed.
She looked up at him with half shut eyes and noticed his expression drastically changed. Jonathan was leaning over the desk with a curious, yet satisfied look on his face, which wasn't very far away from hers.
"Scared you, didn't I?" He smiled.
Amy couldn't say a thing. All she could do was stare in disbelief. One minute the guy's ready to kill her and now he was chuckling at her.
"Here's a tip for you," Jonathan said standing up. "Let fear be a counselor and not a jailer."
"Sit down," She mumbled.
When Jonathan was back on the couch, Amy tried again.
"Why are you so obsessed with fear?" She asked.
"I'm not obsessed with fear," He replied. "I just teach it."
"If I remember correctly, you were on of the leading professor of psychology, right?" Amy asked and continued when she recieved a nodd from Crane. "So, why would you go into psychology?"
"It wasn't just psychology. I was always interested in fear and it's crippling effects."
"Why don't you tell me more about it?" Amy asked crossing her legs on the desk.
"Well," Jonathan said. "Get ready for a long story."
"We have time." Amy said picking up the pen, once more.
"To begin with, unlike most people, I was raised by my over religious grandmother. My mother, a whore, didn't want to disgrace the Keeney name. My father, a general, on the other hand just got up and left us, and both left me with her. Now, most people would love this, but I grew up in a mansion. She had me working in the nearby feilds."
"What was so bad about your grandmother, again?" Amy wondered and asked.
Thanks for reading. Sorry guys this part is going to take two chapters. Hope you enjoyed this one.
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-Rawhide
