The Scarecrow unloaded the crates of chemicals quickly, quietly wishing he'd at least brought one thug back from the scene to do the heavy work. Becky was in her room. He knew she was crying. Even without the benefit of cameras she could be heard weeping through the wall.
He found her crying mildly unsettling. Becky had always made an effort to hide her emotions. Not successfully of course. But such a blatant display of emotion was unlike her. It was not befitting for a future mistress of fear to weep so. It made her weak. Of course it was only temporary, after this Becky would either break completely, in which case he's rebuild her personality completely, or she's harden to the world, in which case she'd be ready to become his Mistress.
Becky stopped crying.
She dragged her arm along her face. Trying to wipe away the tears. Her eyes were puffy and sore.
She wrapped her arms around herself. Time to think. She'd been seen in costume, with the scarecrow, by batman. Batman had probably told the cops. The police would now have her listed as a wanted felon.
She thought back. How long had she BEEN here. She'd lost track of the days. A few months maybe.
She was very scared.
How long had Crane been planning this. Had he just decided to kidnap her on the night he escaped. Or had he been planning it longer.
Her mind went back to her conversation with Cal. Now she thought about it, he hadn't sounded like a guy tired of his girlfriend. He'd sounded SCARED. Not to mention he'd seemed concerned when she hadn't answered him, and he'd kept calling her Becks. Which had always been his nickname for her. Now she thought about it. It seemed a little off. Had Crane organised it. But he'd been in Arkham. He couldn't have, could he?
She'd gone running straight to him. Why had she done that. She didn't have many friends but surely there was someone better than a known felon she could of gone to. Since when had she been so needy anyway.
It was chilling to think of how much power he'd had over her without even being there. It was like he'd been in her head.
It was even more frighting to think about how much control he had over her now.
The looking for an escape oppurtunity had been almost forgotten. The idea of running away hadn't been a serious goal in weeks.
It was almost as if she liked being there.
No, she hated it. She hated him.
Becky's eyes began to water.
It looked like she wasn't done crying yet after all.
A.N. ok, not happy here. This is just filler because I can't think of anything else. Plus I figure that Becky would be questioning herself a lot right now. Sorry it took me so long to update but I've developed an obsession with Bleach which has taken up a lot of time.
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