The first thing Rebecca did when she awoke was check every room for the Joker's presence. When she found that he wasn't she sat on the sofa and turned on the news.

'News today: No sign of our assistant DA, Rebecca Mc Mahon and Harvey Dent grows more and more anxious. He was seen today with a certain Rachael Dawes walking to work on Saturday. Rumour is that she will be replacing Rebecca if she is not found in the next two days. Many Gotham residents are complaining that she should be replaced straight away as they are annoyed at the lack of control the government seems to have. In other news, another criminal has made an impact on the major pharmacy in Gotham. Footage shows a man in a sack mask ordering his men to steal our drugs and medicine. What exactly would he want with all our medicines? We will hear from Dr. Ruford later in the show who thinks he knows the logical answer for this. I'm not surprised that our residents are panicking. That's two criminals that we should be watching out for…Well, if you work in a pharmacy.'

Growling, Rebecca switched the T.V off. She was both angry and confused. She knew that Gotham would miss her, but she did not realize that she would be reported missing. She assumed Dr. Crane had explained the situation thus securing her job. Now, this unknown, Rachael, was going to take her job and it looks as though she was already working on taking Harvey away aswell.

"Calm down…" she muttered, "It's not as if he's your man." But she wanted him to be. Being stuck here meant that she would be unable to win Harvey's heart. Well, at the time it seemed impossible, but she could if she really wanted to. It was obvious he liked her.

She clenched her fists angrily. She was definitely going to question Dr. Crane when he came to see her.

An hour later and Rebecca was still fuming on the sofa. The lock clicked open, but she didn't turn around.

"How are things?" The doctor enquired.

Rebecca scowled and turned, shooting daggers through her eyes, "Well I should be asking you the same question."

He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down beside her, "What are you talking about? What's wrong?"

She shoved his shoulder with her angry fists. "You had me declared missing?!" she shouted.

"W-what? Where did you get that from?" he frowned.

"The fucking television!" she shoved his shoulder again and he stood up, not wishing to be shoved with such force again, "I'm on the news!"

"W-what? Really?" he played it dumb and she saw straight through it.

"Oh shut up Crane! I want to know why exactly that…that…Rachael is going to take my job! I want to know why my career has been fucked with, and I want to know why you declared me missing!"

He fixed his glasses on his nose. Yes, he had her declared missing, but he had to. Otherwise there would be a huge public row behind him. He wasn't ready to unveil his alter-ego just yet. "It was not me that told the press. It was Harvey Dent," he lied, "I told you he didn't like what I told him about Scarecrow. Perhaps he will believe me now that Scarecrow has made himself public."

"Aw don't fuck with me," she hissed, "You'll go to him and tell him that and he will come straight here to get me."

"True."

"Well then I'm fucked aren't I?"

Coolly Crane raised his eyebrows and stated, "It is not lady-like to curse." He cocked his head to the side, aggravated.

"Well then I'm not a lady," Rebecca stood up and placed her hands on her hips, "and who are you to come here and tell me how to be polite?"

"I was just suggesting-"

"Well don't," she shouted. Sighing and closing her eyes she asked through gritted teeth, "Can you please leave? I don't want to see you right now."

He started, "I just came to see what groceries you need…"

"I don't want you to get me food anymore. Just get out."

Dr. Crane nodded politely and walked towards the door. He glanced towards her. She had her back to him. Leaving the apartment and closing the door behind him, he smirked. Rebecca Mc Mahon had made a big mistake.

*****

Rebecca regretted shouting at Dr. Crane the minute she opened the fridge door for something to eat. All there were was fruit and an egg and orange juice. She poured herself a glass of it and settled herself back on the sofa. Turning the T.V back on again, she took a sip of her orange juice. "Let us see what is on…"

Flicking through every channel she muttered, "Boring. Boring. Krap. Boring krap. Oh Teletubbies! Krap." She felt really depressed for some odd reason and she really wished she had a romantic movie and chocolate ice cream; 'Ben and Jerry's' chocolate ice cream.

Her mouth began to involuntarily water and she was dazed for a moment, before concentrating back on the T.V, which seemed to be off. She frowned. Why would it turn itself off? She hit the 'power' button on the remote many times before sighing and getting up to turn it on manually. It wouldn't turn on. Rebecca checked the back and fiddled around with some of the leads, but nothing was bringing it to life. 'Could be the electricity,' she thought to herself.

She walked to the light switch and hit it on, but they wouldn't come on either. "Great," she huffed, "my only entertainment." Not only this, but she couldn't call anybody to come look at the electricity because she was as of today, 'Missing.'

Suddenly hearing the lock click she sighed, "Oh thank God." The door opened and she started, "Dr. Crane I'm so sorry I…" Her heart stopped in her chest as the door closed and there stood a man; a man with a sack mask on his face.

Her eyes bulged out of their sockets and she shook her head. Her breathing quickened rapidly and she started stuttering random words, "N-no. H-how? What…" she glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Hello again," his voice was deep and clear.

Rebecca edged slowly backwards, "H-how did…?"

"I get in?"

She nodded.

"I found you're hiding place," he sneered, "ingenious."

Rebecca's lip quivered as she took one step after the other backwards, towards the kitchen counter. Scarecrow just stood there, making her sweat uncontrollably as his eyes were on her face. Looking backwards for something to use as a weapon, she spotted a small knife that she had used to chop onions for her chicken curry a few days back. She rushed to it and smiled crazily as she turned round to face Scarecrow who was still standing at the door.

She had the upper hand now with the blade in her hand. She edged towards the sofa, "G-get out. Or… I'll…I'll hurt you."

He blinked behind his mask and let out a small deep chuckle, "Will you now?"

Rebecca's hands started shaking as he started to walk towards her, "D-don't come any closer…"

He kept walking however and in a moment of panic, she rushed to the phone. Dropping it she cursed, "Shit." She picked it up with her shaking hands and dialed 911. "P-police…p-police," she whispered, but it wouldn't ring. As he kept advancing, she frantically hung up and dialed the number again. "Ring damn it! Ring!" she shouted desperately at the phone.

"I cut the electricity," he was only a few feet away from her now.

Dropping the phone and grasped the knife in both hands she squeaked, "L-leave me alone." She tried to sound strong and brave, but the tears were threatening to fall now.

"You're not going to cut me."

She bit her quivering lip, "Yes. I will."

Standing directly in front of her now, he shouted, "DO IT!" In a panic she slashed out, but he caught her wrist. "Good girl," he cooed.

She pulled her hand from his grip. The knife dropped to the floor and she ran towards the bedroom. "Shit… shit… shit!" she repeated as she slammed the door shut and looked for something to brace the door. She pulled the wardrobe over with all her might, but it only inched across the floor. She managed to pull it to cover the first quarter of the door.

"It's not nice to curse y'know," his voice called from behind the door as he tried to open it. The door would not open fully, but enough for him to squeeze through.

As a hand reached in, Rebecca sobbed, "Fuck off!"

She pushed at the door and his hand shot back outside. Exhausted, but relieved, she stood with her back against the door. "Keep away…" she muttered breathlessly, "Please…"

There was no sound of anything outside the door. 'Maybe he's gone,' she thought. She placed an ear against the door, but heard nothing. It seemed too good to be true so she opened the door slightly to peek out.

Wham! The door was slammed into her head and she saw stars. Shrieking loudly, she collapsed onto the floor, grasping her head with her hands. The door opened and Scarecrow forced himself in, slamming the door shut behind him. Rebecca looked up at him through her fingers and he reached an arm towards her. She frowned and wondered if he was trying to help her up, but in moments the similar sensation of being gassed took over her senses. She coughed and wheezed as the air constricted in her windpipe.

She made grunting noises as she crawled across the floor and tried to stand. Hands on the bed, she pushed herself up and turned towards her attacker.

"Ah!" she shot her hands up to her face to cover her eyes from the sight. Hairy claws touched her arm and her eyes shot open. That mask; that horrifying mask. It was full of spiders; tarantulas. All she could see behind them all was his pale blue eyes. They fell onto the floor and crawled towards her feet.

She squealed and shot up onto the bed, brushing away the invisible tormentors. She cried hysterically as he gripped her arm with his greasy, hairy hands, "Get your fucking claws off me!" she shouted.

He growled with annoyance and slapped her across the face. Hard. "What did I say about curse words?"

She was struck silent as her cheek held a stinging pain. Her voice was stuck in her throat. He hit her again, "What did I say?" he growled.

Rebecca sniffed and swallowed as the spiders leapt out at her face. "They're…n-not n-ice!" she howled.

"Correct," he removed his hands from her shoulders. "Lie down," he ordered.

She screamed and slapped the hairy creatures of her legs, not hearing the Scarecrow's command. She closed her eyes and recoiled, moving her head backwards as he leaned into her face, but she hit if off the wall behind the bed. There was a sickening crack. Shrieking with pain she didn't hear him repeating the command.

He grasped her face impatiently, causing her heart to jump in her chest. Her eyes locked onto his face and he spoke with hinted anger, "You are not listening." She let out a strangled yelp as he squeezed her face tighter, "I said lie down."

Rebecca made some frightened noises and lay down. "W-what are you … w-what are you g-going to do?"

He ignored her and reached into his back pocket. Rebecca narrowed her eyes at the fluffy thing he had retrieved. Squinting, she tried to make out what it was; a dangerous weapon or an instrument of torture perhaps?

Her hands were clamped together against the bars of the bed. She knew now that they were Alex's handcuffs; the ones the Joker threatened to use on her. Scarecrow seemed to be taking advice from the Joker's book.

Her breathing quickened and she pulled at the handcuffs, fighting a losing battle to escape from the position she was in. It was a rather…vulnerable position. Her mind took only moments to conjure up all the possibilities that he would be doing.

Scarecrow ran his hands up her stomach and across her chest and Rebecca shuddered, gasping and turning her head. "You are so beautiful," he muttered. He tilted his head awaiting a response, but she was biting her lip. He grabbed her face again and forced her to look at him, "You are not to watch any more television. Understand?"

Rebecca breathed slowly as his voice was low and drawling like a snarling monster. She couldn't see anything else now. She was just focused on his face, not at the spiders, but his eyes. It was odd, but the spiders no longer scared her. What did scare her, was the fact that she might end up being ravaged by this new terrifying monster. She had found a new fear, one more horrifying than the spiders.

When she slowly nodded Scarecrow let go of her face and continued conversation, "it is poison to a vulnerable mind." He tore at her t-shirt causing her to panic and cry out. He was unsuccessful in taking it off however, so snarling slightly with frustration he pulled off her trousers instead.

"Maybe next time…I'll take your top off before I cuff you to the bed." He stroked the inside of her leg. She twitched it out of his grasp.

"D-don't touch me Scarecrow," she stammered. She didn't like this. She didn't like it at all. Nobody had touched her in that way in a very long time and she was certain that if anything were to happen right now, she would be seriously fucked up. She had been avoiding it for ages.

He held onto her ankle with a tight grip, "Are you afraid?" She sobbed in response and he laughed, "It's not your first time is it?" She shook her head. "I would have been surprised if it was. Pretty little assistant DA. Well… not anymore…someone else is taking your job, which of course you know from watching the news."

Rebecca stared at him with even more horror. He had been watching her whilst she was watching T.V. How else would he know that she had been watching the news? "You…you aren't watching me are you?"

"Right at this moment…" he pulled her underwear down to her ankles, "I am."

She closed her eyes as she felt the cool air hit her. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to rape her. He seemed almost too smart and cunning to lower himself to such a common crime. Tears leaked down her face and settled on her neck. "You won't do this…" she summoned the strength to confront him.

He crawled over her and settled himself so he was directly above her face, "Illuminate me."

She swallowed and opened her eyes. The terror of seeing him directly at eye-point caused her body to jolt and her mind to fuzz over. The more she tried to breathe in, the more the air constricted and she couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop the feeling of fear from clouding her senses. "Its…it is…s-so c-common."

Scarecrow wiped her eyes with his finger, "What is?"

Rebecca sighed and sniffed. She didn't want to use the word, "r-r-rape."

After it escaped her lips, the air seemed a lot more still. There was no sound, but her own breathing. She stared into his eyes and he stared back, with an almost understanding. "So? You are now confronting your fear."

"I'm n-not afraid." Who was she kidding? She was so terrified that the drugs he had used on her weren't recreating the horrors they once were. She assumed that is why the spiders had disappeared.

He pulled her t-shirt up above her head, so she could only see the inside of the soft material. He pinched her sides, "are you afraid now?" She started shaking which proved it. "Don't worry…I think most women fear it. The feeling of being completely out of control." She heard him pull down his zipper and felt the material of his trousers brush her knees as they fell to the floor. She tried to picture the scene in her head. He was obviously in his boxers now. That is…if he hadn't taken them off already.

She shrieked with frustration and pulled at the handcuffs again. 'It's too early in the day for this,' she thought miserably as she felt his bare thigh against her own. "P-please…" she sobbed one last time.

He stroked her breasts through her bra, "I can't stop now." She knew he was right. She thought Scarecrow seemed a little different, but he was a man nonetheless. "It's been so long…" he whispered. Rebecca was unsure who he was talking about. She assumed he meant that it had been a long time for her, but of course he could have been talking about himself. How could she possibly know?

Rebecca was interrupted from her thoughts as she felt him enter her, forcefully. Screaming and tightening herself caused him to moan slightly. She heard it and it was enough to cause her to start sobbing all over again. She was just so sick of being used.

As the pain continued to erupt inside her, there was something else. A certain pleasure that she couldn't place her finger on. It was obvious she wasn't enjoying herself, but her body seemed to be reacting. "STOP!" she cried out at him, but as he said earlier, he couldn't possibly stop now. Her skin became moist with sweat and her throat became sore from screaming and the feeling of something bursting inside her became more and more prominent. Before long, she found herself moaning with a sick enjoyment. These were strangled with the sobs, but her lips were definitely yearning for more. He bucked her with even more enthusiasm and before long he came inside her.

She hardly felt him leaving her, she felt so numb. Confused and furious with herself, she was still shaking. What the hell had just happened?

She heard rustling and then the t-shirt was pulled back from her eyes. He was fully dressed as if nothing had happened. If she were to see through the mask however, she would see how flushed he really was.

Scarecrow unlocked the handcuffs and stood back as she ripped her hands free. She pulled up her underwear and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She then allowed her head to droop so she was looking at the floor. She was completely ripped of her dignity…and she enjoyed it.

Completely bewildered, Rebecca rubbed her arms. It was still daylight. Why…why had he chosen to come to her so early in the day?

"I'm not finished yet." She didn't bother to comprehend what he meant by that. Instead she stood up and walked towards the door.

He placed a hand in the doorway, "Where are you going?"

"To get a drink of water," she didn't look at him, but she was aware when he had moved to let her past. She felt his presence behind her; obviously he didn't trust her to get a glass of water on her own. He had nothing to worry about; she wasn't going to try to escape. She didn't know why she had held on so long. Perhaps she was hopeful that Batman would save her.

She gulped down the water and poured another glass, "What's next?"

Scarecrow stared at her. Maybe there was no 'next.' He was exhausted and so was she. It wouldn't be any fun at all torturing her if she was just willing to let it pass. "You're tired?"

Rebecca nodded and closed her eyes.

"Perhaps it was too early," he adjusted his sleeve. He reached out an arm and turned her so she was facing him. Then, he gassed her again, but this time with a sleeping agent. She fell to the floor unconscious and he made his way to the sofa. Sitting down, he pondered why he didn't seem able to do anything more today. Was it he was spending too much time with her? Yes, it very well could be. Maybe…it was time for Dr. Crane to disappear.

*****

I think this is the fastest I've ever updated!! =D Well thanks to Cybernetic Mango and PurgatoryNymphe for your reviews =D Means a lot- It might be a while until i update again. I'm going on holidays for five days, then there is a few days break before i'm away again for another five days. I'll try my best- Xo