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He'd been telling the truth before, when he said he liked the rain. Great sheets of water falling from the black sky to pound the concrete made him feel powerful and strong. He knew that sunlight was supposed to produce some sort of happy chemical within the brain. But bright days like this only ever made him feel uncomfortable.

Wayne'd had a board meeting that morning and now was expected to attend some sort of charitable fund raising party. He wanted to blow it off. But he knew what Alfred would say. So he plastered a fake smile on his face as he linked arms with the most recent vacuous bimbo.

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Jonathan tried to hide the notebook when Bruce entered the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Show me."

"No."

A sudden blow left blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his glasses askew. Batman took the notebook and flipped through the last few pages. They were filled with pictures, well drawn and signed Scarecrow. Every one was of terrified screaming faces.

Angry, "why did you do this?"

No reply.

"I try to be nice to you and this is what you do?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because these are sick!" He threw the book across the room.

"You may have noticed but I'm not exactly a picture of mental health."

Shaking him, "what the hell is wrong with you!?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Would you like the list?"

"No I fucking wouldn't! I just want you to be good! But you're an evil psychopath. I hate everything you are."

"You've only become aware of this now?"

A punch to the face knocked him to the ground. And somehow, even though he'd promised himself that he would never do this again, Bruce found himself stripping.

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It was about 4am when he returned to the guest room. Jonathan was sitting by the far wall. He moved closer. It was dark but he could still see the mask of blood on the other man's face. He held out a hand, "come on, I'll help you get cleaned up."

Blue eyes stared up at him from behind cracked and broken glasses. "Go away. I don't want your help anymore."