Thank You all who reviewed chapter 11. They really mad me feel all fuzzy inside. Okay so when you all read this chapter picture Cillian Murphy as Scarecrow. I laughed so hard when I read it as Ninjapoke and I wrote this chapter...
Chapter Twelve
Third person POV- Crane
Edward Nygma closed the door behind the girls and walked back to his chair. The Scarecrow tilted his head slightly while looking at the door. He liked his new toy; she was fun to play with. He didn't even have to do anything to intimidate and scare her. All it took was a little fear gas on Jonathan's part and now she was completely theirs to play with.
"Scarecrow?" Edward said, snapping the man out of his thoughts.
"Yes?" He asked.
Edward sighed. "Never mind, I don't feel like repeating myself." He crossed his arms like a stubborn child. Scarecrow rolled his eyes. He, and the rest of the world, knew that Nygma just loved to hear his own voice and would have no problems repeating himself.
"Whatever, Nygma." Scarecrow said.
Jervis fidgeted in his seat and looked at the door where the girls disappeared in. Scarecrow smirked. "What is it Jervis? Afraid they are talking about you?" He smirked when the Wonderland obsessed man's eyes widened.
"Oh dear…" he said quietly.
Leave Jervis alone, Scarecrow. Scarecrow flinched slightly when he heard the nagging voice in the back of his head. He had thought the Doctor was asleep.
Good morning Star-shine! He said with false enthusiasm. Well, to look on the bright side, he was getting a little lonely being left to his own thoughts. He missed the doctor's input on everything he thinks. And how are we today?
Shut up. The doctor said bluntly. And leave him alone. You know how he gets with women, particularly blondes.
Yes, yes, he turns into a little lovesick wreck. And this one has really got him going too, even quoted that damn book right back at him! Scarecrow laughed. Jonathan's friend had always been sort of pathetic when it came to women. It was annoying if anything, but Jonathan liked the mad man, so Scarecrow had learned to tolerate him.
Yes, now please just let him be. Jonathan sighed. And don't you go hurting that… girl either. She may be an annoying little bitch but she's the only Alice that hasn't ended up a quivering, crying mess on the floor under his mind control. What the hell is up with her anyway. She is in the presence of three Gotham Rogues for God's sake and she is worried about her term paper?
I have no clue but what you wouldn't give for a student with that kind of dedication, huh? Oh, and I promise to be good. Scouts honor. Scarecrow ginned internally, causing Jonathan to mumble something about sarcasm and being able to read between the lines. But I have your permission to play with the other one as I please? He asked, pretending to be concerned about having the doctor's permission for anything.
Jonathan sighed in their head. Yes, yes whatever. Jonathan thought for a second. Though I don't know what you find her so interesting.
She's fun Johnny. I like her. She just so… scared. And why do you care? Scarecrow snorted. He stood up and started to walk to where his lab was.
I don't. He said simply. I'm just trying to figure it out.
The gas really got to her. She's even a little scared of Nygma now. And that is ridiculous.
Third Person POV- Nygma
Edward Nygma sighed at looked at Jervis. That man was lovesick and from what happened in the kitchen he was sure that this Alice didn't hate the Wonderland obsessed villain. Edward had only seen one other 'Alice' and she ended up in Arkham, Block A, if memory served him.
"If you are that worried go knock on the door." Edward snapped at the man who was still looking at the door nervously. The man jumped at Edward's voice.
"W-what?"
"If you are worried about what they are talking about. Knock on the door." Good grief for someone who was supposed to be smart, not as smart as Edward, of course, but someone who was supposed to be smart Jervis Tetch could be down right dumb.
"Oh, no." Tetch sighed shaking his head. The man actually looked appalled at the idea. Edward was saved the trouble of saying anything else to the man by Allison stepping out of the room. She took one look around the room and almost immediately her expression softened as she sat down in front of the door, like a watch dog or something. Edward raised his eyebrows as the other villain looked at her with interest.
Third Person POV- Tetch
Alice sat in front of the door as if a special treasure was hidden deep within the room behind her and this intrigued Jervis Tetch to a point where he almost asked her what she was doing but that know-it-all Riddler beat him to the punch.
"What do you think you are doing?" he scoffed. Didn't he realize just how rude he sounded.
Alice raised her eyebrows as if to say 'What does it look like?'
"Why are you sitting in front of the door?" Jervis asked curiously.
"I need to make sure no one goes in there while she's sleeping." she told him more softly. Curiouser and Curiouser. Then another rude comment from the Riddler.
"And what put that idea into your head?"
"Oh, I don't know, think about it." Alice snapped her eyes flashing. Jervis flinched a little even though he was not the focus of her anger. But why was she angry, it's not like she gassed her. Jervis was confused but played it off as curious.
"But why do you have to do it?" the Mad Hatter asked as if talking to a wounded animal. He hoped he didn't sound rude, he didn't want to scare her off. She was a much better 'Alice' than Alice had been.
"Because I'm older and from the moment all of this happened she became my responsibility." 'Alice' said bringing her knees up to her head. She was quite unlike the Dinah who was very annoying but incredibly brave.
"And how old might that be?" Nygma asked. Jervis shot him an annoyed look but either Edward didn't notice or just ignored him. 'Alice' looked offended.
"T-that is a very personal question Nygma. I would have thought you would have better manners than that."
"Well you thought wrong. So tell us how old are you?"
"I'm not going to answer that question. It's rude. You don't see me asking you how old you are." she snapped halfheartedly almost as if she knew she was going to lose the battle. Edward smirked.
"Thirty-three." he looked at Jervis expectantly. Jervis blushed. He wasn't exactly old but he was old enough that he didn't like to talk about his age because it was bad form.
"Thirty-two. Next birthday." he mumbled not looking at 'Alice'.
"Well, you know how old we are but we don't know how old you are." Jervis could hear the smirk in Edward's voice.
"Would you believe me if I said seventeen?" she asked. Jervis looked at her.
"No." Edward said shortly. 'Alice' sighed.
"Twenty-five, next birthday." she mumbled so softly that Jervis wasn't sure he heard her correctly.
"Come again." Edward said still smirking. Jervis wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, no one had a right to be that smug about anything.
"Twenty-four." she said louder this time with a definite edge to it. He looked at Jervis out of the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow. Jervis blushed at the hidden meaning behind that gaze.
"Then how old is she?" Edward gestured to the door.
'Alice' glared firmly at him. "That is none of your business and it's not my business to tell you." She hissed. The girl was eighteen both men kenw that but Edward just liked to push people's buttons. Jervis glared at Edward, wishing the man would just shut up or leave.
"But…" Edward started to say something but the aggravated hissing 'Alice' made shut him up, causing Jervis to smirk a little.
"Drop. It." She growled. Edward, who Jervis assumed was trying to see how far he could pushed her, was only quiet for a second.
"That still doesn't really explain why your taking it upon yourself to sit there."
"I have to sit here; Because she is eighteen years old and I made the stupid mistake of letting my pride get in the way of my better judgment and didn't stop her from drinking even though I knew she was underage!" She sobbed in one breath. Quietly, she quoted, "Is pride a fault or a virtue?"
Jervis sighed. This was what he gets for agreeing to work with the Riddler. An upset Alice. He cautiously stood up and walked over to her. "There, there, Alice, it can't be all your fault." She lightly glared at him when he got too close to the door so he took a careful step back. She seemed to relax at that. Jervis didn't know what to do really. He was no good at comforting people at a distance. He decided to change the subject, yes that was the best option.
"You mentioned a Term paper, so I would assume you are in collage. Might I ask what your major is?" Jervis asked sitting down a few feet away from 'Alice'. She bit her lip obviously debating weather or not to tell them.
"I'm minoring in photography." she said avoiding his question. Edward scoffed.
"I don't think that…" Edward began
"'Then you shouldn't speak.'" the Hatter said sharply cutting him off. 'Alice' gave him a small smile.
"I'm majoring in Theater and..." she trailed off not sure if she should continue. "Psychology. Focusing on Fears, Phobias, and their effects on schizophrenia. And vice-versa." she finishes burying her face in her knees. Jervis Tetch had not expected that.
Edward quirks an eyebrow and smirks. "Oh, wait until Jonathan hears about this." He almost sung.
Jervis hissed, eyes flashing. "Jonathan will not be hearing about this."
At that exact moment, the man in question walked it. "What won't I be hearing about?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
'Alice' immediately took a more defensive seated position in front of the door, tensing all of her muscles as if she would spring at him if he got to close. Jervis looked at her with a tilted head.
"Nothing, Jonathan." Jervis said, glaring at Edward.
"And what exactly are you doing?" He said, addressing 'Alice' who glared.
"None of your business." She hissed.
He raised an eyebrow at that but continued on his way to the kitchen. He came back out of it with a muffin and sat down on the couch. Jervis examined the man while he examined 'Alice' and took an animated bite of his muffin.
I'm sorry but I just don't see Cillian Murphy as Scarecrow eating a muffin. Ninjapoke compared it to seeing Robert Cappa (Sunshine) eating a steak or Jackson Rippner (Red Eye) eating oatmeal...
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Edited as of 9/2/13