Author's Note: This was a very interesting chapter to write for two reasons. 1: I wrote it backwards...last scene first, first scene last. I don't think I've ever done that before with my stories. And 2: I have some serious fluff in this chapter (with some intense action as well). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it! You're reviews have just been absolutely wonderful and please, if you haven't reviewed yet, please do! And if you have reviewed, thank you thank you thank you!

Chapter Fourteen: A Dose of Insanity

Lynnlee spent a lot of time staring out of the industrial window of the second floor of the warehouse. It was the only place that Jon allowed her to wander around without him. Of course, a fifteen foot by eighteen foot area was still a far cry from freedom but it was all she had to enjoy. Amy had done some exploring on her own (unbeknownst to Jon, she was sure) and came up some discarded clothes. A run through the makeshift shower, Lynnlee was finally able to shed the Dorothy costume for a pair of khaki shorts and tank top. Of course, it was now November so she had taken to wearing Jon's straitjacket as a coat. She was getting used to walking on the cold concrete in her bare feet. She just couldn't bear the thought of wearing red, sparkling heels with second hand shorts and a straitjacket. It was just too weird, ironically enough.

"You alright?"

Lynnlee felt Jon's arms slip around her waist and she leaned back against him. "Fine. Bored but fine. I think the real question is how are you?"

He released a long sigh. "Tired."

"Then why don't you get some rest now that we have some peace and quiet."

"Because," he pressed his lips against the side of her neck, "we have some peace and quiet."

Lynnlee giggled at the sensation and squirmed out of his grasp. "Why Dr. Crane, I do believe your intentions towards me are less than honorable."

He was grinning widely. "My apologies if it's taken this long for you to realize that." His smile faded slightly. "I suppose this isn't the best place to wax romantic, is it?"

She only retreated a couple steps and sat down on the edge of a table that was acting as a makeshift lab station. "Why not?"

"Because we're at a warehouse in the Narrows and the only reason that we're not leaving is because a deranged psychopath has my sister with him."

"It sounds like a romantic distraction is exactly what we need then."

She watched him walk over to the table and fiddle with the Bunsen burner and metal canisters. An almost glazed look came over his eyes. Even in the moonlight she noticed the sparkle had gone out and the blue became almost icy. The transformation had happened a couple times since they had been there. Amy thought it was the Scarecrow personality taking over but Lynnlee had shrugged it off as being too psychological to be true. But soon she realized there was no other explanation for it. The detached look always seemed to disappear though when Jon would focus on her. She didn't understand it but she would try or do anything to keep Jon, not Scarecrow, with her.

"Jon?"

"Hm."

She reached over and tugged on his dress shirt a couple of times until he came to stand next to her. She carefully removed his glasses and set them down next to her on the table. His eyes were still that faraway blue. She never put much stock in the whole strength of the mind over the body mentality until she met Jon. He caused her to think, use logic more than she had in the past. And in return, she showed him that feeling was just as important as thinking. She still had a hold on his shirt and she used that to pull him closer to her.

She pressed her lips to his with no reaction. It didn't concern her greatly, it had happened before. She was persistent though, running her fingers through his hair and across his face. She felt the change in him immediately. His tense stature seemed to collapse in on itself and she was on the receiving end of a border-line brutal kiss. He pulled her almost off the table in an effort to bring her closer to him. He broke the kiss and Lynnlee found herself breathless, gulping in air. How did he do that to her? Thankfully his eyes had returned to the bright blue she was used to look into.

"I love you." His breath hitched, as if he surprised himself with the announcement. It didn't come as a surprise to her though, and she smoothed back the hair that she had tousled during their kiss.

"I love you too, Jon."

His head fell heavily on her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Lynnlee gave him a few seconds before giving his shirt a couple little tugs again.

"Now, I want to know more about those less than honorable intentions you have towards me."

One minute Amy was day dreaming of gassing the Joker and imagining what the reaction would be, and the next she found herself thrown against the back of the driver's chair. There were no seat belts in the back, of course, and she hit her head enough to daze her for a moment. Boxes had tumbled down around her, parts of the dolls rolled around on the metal floor.

"That's it," Joker was saying, righting himself as well, "I'm driving next time."

Amy couldn't figure out what in the world they had hit and neither could the driver apparently. The windshield was completely covered with a black material. Amy stared at it, wondering if it was possible…had Batman found them? Her heart gave a joyful little kick at the thought of Bruce being well enough to track them down. Perhaps her throwing the Joker's aim off spared him from being shot at the masquerade after all. The driver tried to put the van in reverse and hit the gas but when he did that, the van backed up a few feet and then listed to the side.

"Get out!" Amy shouted. Apparently, Joker knew what was going on and had ripped open the side door of the van, disappearing quickly from view. Amy tried to scramble after him but all she could see was the tops of streetlights and then the starry night beyond them. The van was flipping over and she realized if she were to be thrown out of the side door, the vehicle would most likely crush her under its roll. Instead, she slipped her arm through the seat belt on the driver's side and wrapped her arms around the back of the bucket seat. At the last minute, she pushed the driver's head down so it rested on his hands that were still gripping the steering wheel. It was the closest thing to a crash position she could get him in.

The van rolled onto its top, side, wheels and then came to rest on it's other side. Amy moved her arms and legs and was thankful to find nothing broken. As she released her grip on the chair, she patted the shoulder of the driver.

"You alright?"

He ripped the mask off and she could see some blood trickling down from his hair line. "Yeah, I think so. Just a little…dazed. You?"

Amy was starting to feel lightheaded. "Yeah, just dazed."

"I think I hit the Batman."

Amy untangled her arm and tried to push the boxes off of her. "I would sooner assume that he hit us." As she moved the boxes, it felt like dust was rising up into her face. She swiped the air in front of her and found not only was she lightheaded but the fringes of her sight were slowly rippling. She was dimly aware of some scuffling going on outside the van, she could hear the Joker's maniacal laughter and then it suddenly cut off. The intense drive to get out of the vehicle overtook her and she flailed against the boxes. More of that powdery dust flew into the air as she struggled to get out the sliding door.

The entire inside of the van shifted, warping and moving on its own. It only made her lightheadedness worse and now her stomach was rolling. She felt like she was on a ship in a stormy sea and she couldn't keep her footing. Shadows started to move and take shape, crawling up the walls and towards her. She had no where to run and panic was starting to build in her chest.

"Amy!"

Someone was calling her name but her mind was too wrapped up in staying away from the shadows that had grown talons and were trying to grab her. Suddenly, a black shape appeared in doorway above her. She blinked several times but the image remained the same: a fire breathing bat.

"Amy," it said, "give me your hand!"

She pressed herself against the boxes, trying desperately to hide from the demon that knew her name. "Get away from me!"

But it didn't. Instead, it swooped down from the open door onto her, wrapping its claws around her. She tried to fight it, kicking, screaming and biting but its hold was too strong. It kept repeating her name and she wished it would stop. She screamed at the top of her lungs, begging anyone and anything to come to her rescue. But no one came and the bat demon drug her out of the lopsided van and into the ever-shifting night.

Jon was enjoying the blessed silence and peace that surrounded him at the moment. He savored these moments as they were coming less and less in his life and he was never certain which one would be his last. Amy was still absent, out with the group picking up the last of the supplies he needed to make the fear toxin. Thankfully all three of them had remained unharmed since that first night here so his worries for her safety were fading. Scarecrow had kept his promise and allowed Jon some control over his actions and words but at times like this, he retreated fully.

Lynnlee shifted in her sleep against him and he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to look at her, it was too painful for him. She was too frail, too beautiful to be in a situation like this. And if it wasn't for him, she would either be on the road, playing with her punk band or back in England with her family. Instead, she was essentially being held captive in a run down warehouse by the river with only him for protection and comfort. It was a poor state of affairs for someone as vibrant as her.

"Jon?"

"Hm?"

Her fingers danced across his face. "I can hear you thinking."

He certainly hoped not. "I thought you were sleeping."

"I thought you were too." She sighed against his neck. "What's wrong?"

"You have to ask?" He felt her withdraw from him slightly and he realized his mistake. He opened his eyes and was faced with the moonlight turning her skin to porcelain, making her look so very breakable. His breath caught in his throat, his mind still reeling from the fact that she was really there, in his arms. The pained look on her face gave his mind the focus it needed. "That's not what I meant. I'm concerned over our circumstances."

The pain slowly ebbed out of her face and her fingers returned to their memorizing of his facial structure. He smiled slightly under the palms of her hands. She seemed fascinated with his cheekbones tonight.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be." He bent his head and kissed her, letting his fingers do some exploring of their own. This was the first time that they were alone together since before the ball and he intended to make good use of the time. He felt her hum in appreciation before they both pulled away from each other. There was another kind of hum off in the distance.

"You heard that too?" she asked.

He listened closer and sure enough, there was a low rumble nearing the warehouse. He knew that sound but from where. Scarecrow made a sudden appearance, screeching about it being the Batman. Jon quickly pushed the alter ego back, taking full control once again. If it was the Batman that meant one thing…Joker had been taken out. But what of Amy? If anyone would know what happened to her, it would be him as much as Jon hated to think about it. Perhaps she was with the Batman, that's how he could have found the warehouse.

"What is that?" Lynnlee asked as the sound grew closer.

"Our salvation."

Both of them jumped up, grabbing at their clothes and scant belongings. They were rushing down the staircase onto the main floor by the time the Batman made his appearance. Jon had to give Scarecrow a slight foothold to keep his knees from buckling. It was just a man, he kept telling himself, it's just a man. Protecting Lynnlee gave him an extra boost of bravery when he found the Batman staring at him. Scarecrow had retreated completely, abandoning him to face his fear himself. With Amy's and Lynnlee's life on the line, he had to remain calm.

"Where's Amy?"

"At Gotham General," the gravelly voice answered. "It's just you two?"

Jon tightened his grip on Lynnlee. "Yes. Is Amy alright?"

"We'll find out."

Fear dissipated completely and anger replaced it. "What do you mean 'we'll find out?'"

Instead of answering, the vigilante turned on his heel and strode out of the warehouse with Jon and Lynnlee hot on his heels. The source of the rumbling was that tank he drove idling by the front door. The cab pulled back revealing the inside of the vehicle.

"Get in."

Jon didn't have to be told twice. Helping Lynnlee climb over the side, he jumped in after her, squeezing into the small space as the cab closed back over them. "What's wrong with Amy?"

"The van she was in was filled with that hallucinogen drug you use in your fear toxin. When it tipped over, the powder went everywhere and she inhaled a lot of it. Any tricks on getting it out of her system as fast as possible would be extremely helpful."

Jon thought about the compound of the gas and the ratio between the drug itself and the chemical mixture that turned it into an aerosol. "She's going to need about four doses of the antidote the hospital has on reserve."

The Batman handed him a cell phone. "Call them and tell them that."