Oookay, there's a little bit of Rosemary x Jonathan going on, I realise... quite a bit of violence and if you have a visual mind - blood. I loved and hated writing this chapter and I suspect I have only two more chapters to give after this, dependant on how I find writing the final chapter which I am in the process of now.

Erm, Be warned: action is just not my forte, I may just kill of those of you who are reading with how bad it may be but please; have faith, stay strong, be brave. Bear through my lack of ... adjectives, incandescent enough to properly display the level of action I want to be demonstrated.

Enjoy and thank you.

"So where are we going now?" asked Rosemary, glancing about awkwardly. The Riddler had a fresh bruise on his face and Scarecrow was nearly literally burning with anger.

"Gotham," said the Riddler carefully. Scarecrow snarled at him, pulling the curtain over and turned to Rosemary.

"Back to yours. Just us."

"You and I?"

"Yes. Could I have your inhaler?"

"Why?" she asked, panicking. He glanced at her, watching her rising concern take her over for just a moment. He pursed his lips and remained neutral.

"I made one last revision of the toxin. I want to test it overcomes your antidote-"

"-You said you wouldn't-"

"-On myself."

Rosemary gaped and took it out of her pocket willingly, handing it over. Scarecrow was baffled; she was just doing as he asked because she ... maybe he'd won her over? He took it and pocketed it, sitting with his legs up and pulling out a syringe. Rosemary tensed. So, she doesn't 100% trust me yet; I can work with that.

"Don't question me," he whispered, laying back a little and taking what had once been an antidote. It just nullified a bit now; so if it didn't this time it was a success. Rosemary approached and took the needle gently.

"Are you really going to do it on yourself?" she asked softly. He nodded. "What about me?"

"No," he said, gripping the needle back into his possession and injecting it into himself. "You'll lie," he smirked. Even she was amused by that, because she knew it was true. His gazed around uneasily, trying not let his fear become overt. There were no hallucinations, no LSD type effects like there had been on Rosemary.

He gasped as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, gazing at him. He knew it was her but his mind wouldn't allow him to see that currently. She looked so concerned. He interpreted this as care but really, the effects of that toxin had sent her down the wrong way; so what would it do to him? She needed to keep on his good side.

"Are you scared?"

"Told you not to question me."

"I don't want to know what you're scared of. I just want to know if you are."

"...Yes."

"You handle it well."

"Now leave us," hissed Scarecrow to the Riddler. The Riddler nodded with a gulp and quickly wound his window up, setting off. "In case there are any police at your house, a tip-off has been sent, suggesting we're still in New Jersey. Until then we'll need to remain on guard."

"Are you okay?" she asked, sticking close to him.

"I'm fine... why do you ask?"

"I just wondered; because I don't know if the toxin has worn off?"

"It has. Come on."

They fled across the city and to her home. It had tape around but there was no one around. Rosemary was horrified to see flowers laid outside near the fence. Did people think she was dead! She gripped Scarecrow's arm tightly and grimaced at them as they passed by.

"Go in first; check the place. I'll wait out back."

"How do you know you can trust me?"

"I'm armed, Rose."

"Fair enough," she whispered, wandering inside. She checked the place but there was no one there. Should could always tell him there was? But he might attack and then get mad when he realised she was lying. She took a moment to concoct a plan.

She ran down to the basement and yanked the phone out of its socket and ran upstairs to the second floor, plugging it into the line in her room and hiding it under the pillows. It needed a little time to charge up so she could make a call. Whilst he was down there looking at her work; she could call the police and warn them!

She danced outside, happier. He noticed it but chose not to comment. She confirmed the absence of anyone in her home and paraded in again, him following. He held her back before she tanked into her living room.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"Come on," she said enthusiastically, leading him into the kitchen and opening the basement door for him. He gripped her shoulder and turned her around, marching her down the stairs.

"I need you to tell me where things are, my dear."

"You're going to destroy it all?" she asked, "Don't you want to look at what I collected though?"

"Hmm... we'll see."

"It's all in that cabinet there; the key is on top but I can't reach."

"I suspect I can," he smirked, putting his arm around her and gazing up at it. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah?"

"How full is that cabinet?"

"Choc-a-block."

"It's a lot."

"Trust me," she giggled, "for once! That's the front door key so you know I'm not getting out," she said, handing it to him, "but I'm going to go make a coffee, want anything?"

"No... thank you?"

She calmly wandered up the stairs but when she got to the top she belted upstairs, pulling the phone from under the pillows. She picked it up and went to dial but there was a shout coming from downstairs. The basement. From him. She tried to continue but she heard him open the basement door. She shot out of the bedroom, picking something up along the way and flung the phone into the office.

"ROSE!" he barked at the bottom of the stairs, about to walk up. She walked down towards him, holding up a bag of marshmallows. "Have you lost it!" he spat, then regained himself, "the key isn't up there."

"Oh, really?" she frowned, coming down. No, no, no. It has to be. He needs to get what he wants. I have to get through this. She went into the basement, with him following like he was a heat-tracking explosive. She pulled up her office chair and stood on it, trying to get some balance on a spiny chair. He held the arms for her so it didn't move around quite so much. He wasn't joking - the key was gone.

She stood down and lifted the catch at the bottom of the cupboards and they just parted open, revealing the empty shelves. Not a scrap of paper was left in there. She cried out in horror and backed away, contacting Scarecrow who was stood behind, infuriated.

"It's gone," she whispered, whipping around and clutching his belt, glaring at him wildly, "they've taken it..."

"Or you're lying?" he suggested, giving her an irate look.

"No!" she pleaded, a snarl on her face. She wasn't afraid she was livid.

"I don't believe you," he snapped. She felt that now she had no other choice. She smacked him with an open palm and pushed him away from her, sprinting off. He shot for the door, ignoring what she had done because he was used to a bit of a push and shove. She slipped through just in time before he closed it. "ROSE COME BACK HERE!"

He tore the door open and began running up the stairs after her. She snatched up a washing basket and threw it down at him. He staggered backwards and fell down the stairs he had climbed, the impact as he fell hitting most hardest on his coccyx. No matter how tough you were that always hurt. He winced in agony and went to stand back up.

The basement door was locked. But he could always break through it quite easily and played the part of a human battering ram to achieve this. Rosemary had retrieved a knife from the kitchen and was on her way up when she heard Jonathan start to bash at the basement door which frightened her so much she let out a panic-stricken scream.

With a sigh she backed herself to the wall and took a moment to breath and tell herself that she was in control. She was. She continued quickly upstairs and locked herself into the office, clutching the knife by her side and going to find the phone.

The door smacked against the wall with a horror wrenching crack and Jonathan sauntered in, bee lining for Rosemary who couldn't catch her breath for the shock that had caused. He grabbed her but she arched the knife up before he did. It sliced along his biceps but it was no bother. He rattled her against the table, her spine hitting it and making her whole body numb for a moment.

She pulled her hand back when she had a moment of coherence and stabbed his shoulder. He backed away involuntarily, letting out a cry of pain. Rosemary raised her hand and rapped her wrist against his head which hardly injured her at all but sent him dizzy. He stumbled backwards but was back onto her the second she tried to run out. He grabbed the easiest thing in reach - her hair - and yanked hard.

She let out a piercing scream which didn't help his head but it brought her back closer to him. He swung his leg around and kicked her in the stomach, winding her and knocking her down. He went to take the knife but she jabbed his hand, leaving him losing more blood. The change that overcame her was immense.

He clenched his hand tightly and backed to the door, willing to take his chances. If need be, he had just one syringe full of the toxin left to spare. Rosemary held the knife out before her, backing closer to the window and glancing out for a second. Jonathan locked his gaze onto hers, growling like an animal through his heavy grunts of breath.

"I have you trapped, you little bitch! Give me the knife... GIVE ME THE KNIFE!" he bellowed, his eyes nearly bursting out of their sockets. How his wonderful blue eyes could go from soft to cold so easily. "Rose, you're not thinking straight!"

"You really think that?"

"Yes."

"WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IS! YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING MIND GAMES FROM THE START. THEY'VE TAKEN THEIR TOLL! THIS IS YOUR OWN FAULT FOR BEING STUPID YOU OVERLOOKED THE IDEA I COULD HAVE THE GUTS TO LIE! IT'S IN MY CHARACTER, YOU IDIOT. I AM NOT YOUR PLAYTHING. YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OVER ME. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TRIED!"

"I know it's my f-"

"I HATE YOU!" Rosemary screamed, flinging several books at him. He shielded himself and before he knew what was happening Rosemary had dived on him. It was quick and savage. She brought the knife up and down repetitively on him. He couldn't really feel it whilst he had some lucidity but he was almost out of it by the time she couldn't carry on and that was when the pain set in. After stab number 12 or something. He collapsed back with a blood restrained gurgle and slumped down onto the floor.

Rosemary couldn't believe it. She checked and he was alive, sort of. She tried to gain her sense of reality but it wasn't happening. Numbly, her blood stained fingers found the phone and she picked it up, messily dialling that simple number; 911. She was free. She waited for the operator. She told them the situation. She told them what she had done.

"My name is Dr. Rosemary Tawny. I was taken from your protection about 2 weeks ago by Jonathan Crane who calls himself the Scarecrow. I've... I've stabbed him. To within an inch of his life; he's probably not going to make it. Help..."

"Where are you miss?"

"My house. My residence..."

she whispered, putting the phone down on the floor and crawling over to Jonathan. "What have I done? Jonathan what I have done?" she wailed, pressing her hands down on his largest wounds, "JONATHAN!"