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Disclaimer: I dont own batman or any charecters from it. i do however own Annabelle, who in turn owns Jinx... and for some reason a random oranges and purple sock...just one though. and hey look a quote not about insanity!

"He who angers you conquers you." –Elizabeth Kenney

Chapter 6

Apartment

Annabelle sighed once she got home. She had, had sat in on another session with Nigma and Arkham. Arkham seemed determined to keep Crane away from her as much as possible. Normally Annabelle would agree but with Scarecrow in the picture it probably wasn't a good idea to keep his obsession away to long, he could become violent and possibly hurt someone else or himself. But she wasn't in charge so it didn't matter what she thought. Plus she suspected if she told Arkham about her concerns he might drop her, she was already treading on thin ice with him, after correcting him, and responding to the patient who talked to her.

"Hi Jinx." Annabelle said to the cat as she through her bag onto the couch and ran her hand over the cat that was lying comfortably on the back of the couch.

Jinx meowed in response and purred.

"I see someone's in a good mood." She smiled scratching behind the cat's left ear. "You hungry? Because I am." Annabelle picked up the cat, who continued purring, and walked to the kitchen. She sat Jinx on a bar stool before going through her cupboards to find some of the wet cat food she kept for her. "Fancy Feast Delights or Gravy Lover's?" Annabelle turned towards the cat and held up both the cans.

Jinx meowed and jumped on the counter.

"Gravy Lover's it is." Annabelle stated before putting the Delights back and opening the Gravy Lover's. "Hope you like it." She muttered wrinkling her nose at the cat food smell as she scooped it into Jinx's cat bowl.

Jinx let out another meow before jumping off the counter and onto the floor to eat the food.

"Now for me." Annabelle muttered looking through her cupboards to find something edible.

Jonathan smirked while one of the nurses, which had previously been under his management, gave him his evening meal.

"We get to go now?" Scarecrow asked as Jonathan slowly ate his food.

"Soon." He promised.

"I want to see our little intern now."

"Stop complaining you sound like a child."

"I wouldn't be complaining if the Joker would hurry the hell up and set off his bomb."

"He doesn't even know we're escaping at the same time." Jonathan reminded him.

"Point?"

"My point is that you have to be patient."

"Can you at least hurry up and finish dinner?"

Jonathan ignored him and continued eating at his moderate pace. The mash potatoes weren't as bad as they usually were, and the tuna fish sandwich wasn't as dry. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was about to escape and this would be his last meal in Arkham.

BOOM.

"That's our cue." Scarecrow said before taking control over the shared body and going over to the door of his small room.

"Don't go too far." Jonathan warned as Scarecrow took out a sharpened plastic spoon.

"You're no fun." Scarecrow remarked before stabbing a guard, through the metal bars, as he was running by.

The guard laid gasping and clutching his throat as red liquid poured out of him, and onto the white tile below. Scarecrow smirked before grabbing hold of the keys and unlocking his door.

"Was that too far?"

"No but keep a low profile to the best of your abilities."

Scarecrow didn't answer him as he jogged through the halls of the asylum and towards the planned exit. In a few minutes he was only inches from the door and then he was out breathing the sweet tainted air of Gotham city.

"Don't forget about the guard dogs."

"Shit." Scarecrow cursed out loud before running towards the fence, just as the dogs began chasing after him.

"Bob wire." Jonathan reminded him.

"A few cuts are worth the freedom." Scarecrow replied as he grabbed hold of the bob wire wincing and pulling himself over.

"Keep going." Jonathan urged as Scarecrow fell to the ground on the other side of the fence.

"I am." He told him before standing up and starting to run again.

"Jinx stop that." Annabelle scolded the cat as it batted around her sock. The woman had been trying to get the sock away from the cat for several minutes so she could continue doing her laundry. But the cat had been persistent on playing keep away with her human.

Finally the woman succeeded in getting the sock from the cat just as she heard someone knocking.

"It's ten o'clock at night who in the hell would be at my door." The woman wondered glancing at the clock as she walked towards the door.

The knocking got louder and faster. "I'm coming I'm coming." She snapped as she reached the door, unlocking the dead bolt and door handle. Before she could open it all the way the door was pushed open from the other side.

"Crane?" Annabelle gasped jumping back to avoid getting hit by the door.

"Not quite." Scarecrow smirked before shutting and locking both the dead bolt and door handle.

"How do you know where I live?" She asked taking a few steps back and nearly hitting the coffee table.

"You're in the phone book." He stated.

"Why are you here?"

"Jonathan told you we'd be seeing you soon." Scarecrow smirked as he walked forward.

Annabelle kept her eyes on him as she backed around the couch and started to walk backwards towards the kitchen. "So you broke out?"

"Obviously." Scarecrow remarked fallowing her.

"Why?"

Scarecrow backed her into the counter. "We wanted to see you." He replied placing his hands on either side of her to stop her from going anywhere.

"Why?" She asked again leaning as far back as she could.

"Why not?" He asked leaning forward.

"The police will find you." She told him.

"Not tonight, there to busy looking for the Joker." He told her. "Meaning we get the night alone."

Annabelle did not like the way he said "alone." She didn't like it at all. "Or you could leave and I could go back to talking to my pet cat and doing laundry." She offered up a pathetic alternative.

Scarecrow smirked. "You have a cat?"

"Yes." She replied.

"I took you for the dog type."

"I normally am," she replied, "but it's easier having a cat, while living in an apartment by one's self."

"So there is no chance of anybody walking in on us?" Scarecrow was inches from her face.

"I-I never said that." She replied not being able to lean back any further.

"But you don't have a roommate." He reminded her, his eyes locking on hers as his head touched her forehead.

"I still h-have friends." She stuttered.

"Friends who call on you at ten o'clock at night?" He asked.

"Sometimes." She replied, a blatant lie, that if she was luck Scarecrow wouldn't catch.

"What kind of friends do you have?" He smirked as his chest pressed into hers harder, extracting a wince from her.

"P-partying ones." She lied again.

Scarecrow smirked. "What are you afraid of?" He asked running a hand up her arm.

"Teletubbies." She replied not being able to hold off the smirk on her face.

Scarecrow's fingernails dug into her upper arm. "What are you really afraid of?"

"Spiders!" She yelped trying to pull her arm away.

"Spiders really?" Scarecrow quirked an eyebrow as his nails released her.

"Yes really and yes I know it's not rational." She replied.

"That's such a common fear." Scarecrow stated. "So boring."

"Well sorry to disappoint." Annabelle snapped.

Scarecrow smirked. "Oh I'm sure there's away you can make it up to me."

"I could make you dinner." Annabelle replied as her arm that he didn't have a hold of began to slide back looking for any kind of weapon she could use.

"Will I get dessert?" He asked as his hand began to move up her arm again.

"There's ice cream in the freezer." Annabelle stated.

Scarecrow chuckled coldly as his hand rested on the side of her neck. "Not the kind of dessert I was talking about." He replied.

"Stop." Annabelle said trying to push his hand away.

"No." He replied in a growl, as his hand tightened slightly around her neck. "I don't think I have to."

"Too far." Jonathan warned.

"Not far enough." Scarecrow replied.

Annabelle gasped and squirmed, her hands went around his wrist and she tried to get him off her.

"You feel that tightening in your stomach?" Scarecrow asked his lips by her ear. "That's fear."

Annabelle gasped in pain as Scarecrow tightened his hand slightly.

"Did you know in some cases a human will act like a dog, and instead of fighting, or fleeing, they either try to avoid the situation, or submit to it?" Scarecrow smirked against her ear. "I learned this while testing my toxin on normal people not just the mentally insane."

"S-Scarecrow." Annabelle gasped squirming more.

"Which one are you?" Scarecrow asked. "Will you try to avoid the situation or submit?" He pushed his body flush against hers.

"Scarecrow too far." Jonathan stated again.

"Shut up!"

"G-get o-off." Annabelle gasped painfully, trying to get air into her lounges.

"No." Scarecrow snapped. "Answer my question!" His hand squeezed a little bit more against around her throat.

"A-a-avoid."

Scarecrow smirked. "Was that so hard?" He asked releasing her throat from his grip and allowing her to gulp in air, coughing as she did so.

"N-no." She managed to reply through her coughing fit.

"Good." Scarecrow stated before grabbing hold of her chin and forcing her to look up into his eyes. "How scared are you right now on a scale of one to ten."

"Seven." She replied.

"I'll have to rectify that." Scarecrow stated, his breath hitting her mouth.

"L-let me go." Annabelle stated.

"Why would I do that?" He smirked, right before his hand released her and he took a step back.

Annabelle let out a sigh before looking up at him. "Crane?" She asked.

"Yes." Jonathan replied a small smirk on his face as he gauged her reaction.

"He let you take control?"

"No. I had to take it by force." He replied.

"Why did you take control?"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "He was about to go over the line." He replied.

"What?" She asked.

"I think you know what." Jonathan replied.

Annabelle face paled before she said: "I should be calling the cops."

"Yet you're not." He stated. "Why?"

"Because if I tried to you'd stop me." She replied.

"True, but most people would still have tried." He began walking up to her. "Self preservation."

"I know, my efforts would have been wasted." She stated, holding her ground, Jonathan was different he used his intellect she couldn't win in a mental battle against him but she knew she could keep up for a little while.

"You are a lot more intelligent then Arkham gives you credit for." Jonathan stated only a few inches away from her, not as intimidating as Scarecrow's closeness, but intimidating in his own right.

"Is that a complement?" Annabelle raised an eyebrow.

"An observation." He replied.

"Am I a hostage?" She asked.

Jonathan paused for a second to think about her question.

"Yes."

"Yes." Jonathan repeated Scarecrow.

"And how exactly are you planning on keeping me here?" Annabelle asked as she used the counter to help her edge to the side.

Jonathan smirked. "We'll just have to tie you up."

"I'm not into that kind of thing." Annabelle stated.

"I wish she would have been more like this during our sessions."

"She couldn't be not with Arkham lurking about, besides her reaction is triggered by fear and uncertainty."

"You don't think I don't know that?" Scarecrow scoffed.

"Then why are you commenting on it?" Scarecrow remained silent allowing Jonathan to turn his attention back to Annabelle who had made it over to her fridge. "What do you plan on doing once out of the kitchen?"

"Run out the front door." She replied scooting even closer to the entrance of the living room.

Jonathan smirked and with a few short strides he was blocking her path. "I think we should lay down some rules." He stated calmly.

"Okay rule one: get out of my house and I don't call the cops." She replied.

"No." Jonathan stated. "Rule one: since you are my hostage you will do whatever I tell you." He backed her up against the counter.

"And if I don't?" She asked leaning back away from him.

"I'll kill you." He replied.

Annabelle snorted. "Then why would you bother going through all the trouble of holding me hostage in the first place?"

"She has a point… she's not much used to us dead." Scarecrow stated. "Unless you're in to that kind of thing."

Jonathan ignored his counterpart. "I could easily get another hostage." He stated calmly folding his arms.

Annabelle observed him for a second before saying: "then you won't have the joy of intelligent conversation."

Jonathan smirked. "You do have a point."

"I know." She replied.

"But I could still get a hostage who's smart."

"They wouldn't be as hard to scare as her."

"You'd enjoy that."

"I also enjoy the challenge of scaring her."

"Then you think of a way to keep her in line."Jonathan physically rolled his eyes at Scarecrow's next thought. "Except that, I've already stated that's crossing a line."

"I don't think so…she'd like being controlled."

"You are disgusting."

"You made me." Scarecrow chuckled darkly.

Jonathan didn't reply instead he focused back on Annabelle whose eyes where flashing all around the room looking for something to use as a weapon, or an escape.

"Rule 2: Don't goad Scarecrow." Jonathan stated bringing her attention to him.

"Is goading you okay then?" She asked a slight smirk on her face.

Jonathan fixed her with a dark look before replying. "No."

"To bad its fun to see you railed up." She stated tilting her head slightly.

"What she doing?" Scarecrow asked his attention immediately peaking at the woman's flirting.

"Appealing to primal instincts." Jonathan replied gritting his teeth.

"Me?" Scarecrow asked.

"No, just in general," Jonathan stated, "she's going to try and get out of the situation through drastic measures."

"Will you enjoy those measures?"

"More than I'm willing to admit." He replied as Annabelle's hand went up to her hair and spun a strand slowly. "I must say you are a good actress." Jonathan stated as he watched her hand.

"Who's says I'm acting?" She asked taking a few steps forward her eyes locking with his dilated ones.

"Your sudden switch of tactic." He replied not backing up like Annabelle had hoped. "You're hoping that you would be able to throw me off by a bit of simple flirting."

"Is it working?" She asked in hushed voice as her hand trailed lightly up his torso.

"Yes." Scarecrow stated wanting more than anything to come out, bend her across the counter, and—. Jonathan stopped Scarecrow's thought from going any further, by grabbing hold of Annabelle's waist and pulling her closer.

"You're digging yourself into a hole that you won't be able to climb out of."Jonathan told her his mouth only inches from hers.

"Oh contra." She replied allowing her lips to brush against his."I think it's you whose dug a hole." With that last statement she brought her knee up quickly and without holding back she kneed him in the groin.

Jonathan doubled over in pain as the woman ran as fast as she could to her front door.

After a few seconds of struggling with the door lock, she managed to get it open just as Jonathan was regaining his composure. Without a second glance back Annabelle ran out of the apartment hoping to get as far as she could from the man who had escaped Arkham Asylum.

Unfortunately for the intern luck wasn't on her side and Jonathan had managed to grab a hold of her just as she was about to make it to the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" He snarled in her ear.

"S-Scarecrow?" She asked gasping as he pulled her back towards her apartment in a head lock.

"You're going to pay for that cheap blow." He growled into her ear not bothering to identify himself.

"S-s-sorry." Annabelle cried out as he managed to drag her to her apartment and pull her inside.

"You will be." He promised before slamming the door shut and locking it again.

Ending A/N: What did you think? Let me clear somthing up, before you nag me about Crane's personality when Annabelle starts to flirt. my take on it is that he is so possesive of her that any kind of advancment she makes on him will almost automaticly, make both him and scarecrow for lack of a better term lose a little of there self control. (though scarecrow doesnt have much to begin with). so yeah i'm tired i love you guys, and remember to reveiw because i feed on reveiws and coffee! (both of which coincdently will wake me up). Oh and i'm sorry if any of my anwsers to your reveiws seem a little out there when i get tired i get extreamly loopy to the point of rambling on and on and on like i'm doing now. So night love you i'm going to go fight away my nightmares that plague me!