TC Stark: Wow, so its been a few days huh? Lol Life and work have been so hectic, I've been working on this chapter for days lol Tisiphone, if you liked the bloodlust in the last chapter, I think you'll like this one. I kind of let my sick side go lol As always Lovely Rain Dancer, you crack me up. Clavis Salomonis, I find Crane/Scarecrow easier to write actually lol Anyway, thank you everyone! Enjoy!

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Chapter Fourteen

Everything in life had a price. Nothing was free. Jonathan found that out shortly. After the attack, a few days had gone by before a few large men in white came into the doctor's room and stuck him with a rather large needle. They didn't even tell him what it was. Sneaky bastards. It had knocked him out and when he woke up, he felt quite dazed and confused.

I'd suspect Propofol. I haven't been out long.

Silence. Crane was interested. These must have been powerful drugs, to quiet Scarecrow. Not much worked, he had tried many of them. Clearly, they thought that as long as he couldn't speak with his alter personality, he would behave. It was laughable that they thought he was a saint, without the other one. How delusional they were.

Though, he had to admit this drug did impair him slightly. He was drowsy and his mind was spinning. He could feel his body hunched over, lethargic. A straight jacket binding his arms around his torso. He would get out of this. After testing various forms of his toxin on himself, he knew how to fight through a drug induced state.

Jonathan had to blink his eyes a few times, in order to correct his vision. He didn't have his glasses on. They were for reading mostly, though. The doctors at Arkham had certainly been working hard. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't impressed. He wasn't aware the staff at the asylum was that intelligent. It was also a bit laughable, they actually thought they could stifle him.

When his vision became clearer, he noticed he was not in his cell. There was no Plexiglas wall and the room was colder than any other. Jonathan knew they had placed him in one of the solitary confinement rooms in the basement. In that moment, all he could do was laugh. Laugh that he was placed in one of the rooms he use to experiment on patients in. The Scarecrow would have shared his amusement.

And in his slight state of delirium, the strong steel door opened. An orderly walked in. Jonathan had seen him before. They were around the same height and the young man looked malnourished. He always looked uncertain of what he was doing and in his mind, Crane placed him in the same category as Kendall. Incompetent.

"I'm here to give you your medicine." The young man's head was bowed. He spoke with no sense of authority or confidence. He must have been sent, because the others didn't want to and he was desperate to keep any job.

Straightening his head up and attempting to stop the spinning, Jonathan slurred slightly, "What's your name?"

"Kevin." He replied shyly.

With a lopsided grin, the doctor asked, "How old are you, Kevin?"

Kevin's eyes bore into the other's piercing blue one and he shifted uncomfortably, "Twenty-two."

"And they send you in here with me. Tsk Tsk." Jonathan shook his head.

Kevin's nerves were betraying him and he tried desperately to steady himself. He recognized that look in Jonathan's eyes. The look every former boss had given him. They all thought he was a fool. With tight lips, he started to move forward, "I saw what you did to Clyde."

"Did you now?"

"I've seen what you've done…to the whole city," He continued to walk towards Crane's body, while expressing, "Y-Your work…its better then anyone else's that I've seen. You're a genius."

Normally, Jonathan enjoyed a stroke to his ego. But, in this case he was a little wary about how close the boy was. The doctor was bound by a straight jacket and relatively immobile, considering the drugs. He was sitting upright on his bed, but in the state he was in standing would be difficult. If he wanted to move, he knew he was going to have to put in a considerable amount of effort.

It was Kevin's hand touched Jonathan's flaccid penis that he realized the boy was more than just a fan. He wished Scarecrow was around. He wondered how he would have reacted in this situation. The other personality would have been angry and maybe would have mocked him a little.

There was definitely arousal in Kevin's eyes, as he hungrily eyed Jonathan's private area. The doctor almost didn't have the heart to tell him that male hands did nothing for him. That the last man who touched him in that way ended up tearing all his hair off and screaming bloody murder.

"Come closer." Jonathan slurred, while tilting his head.

The young boy almost seemed too eager to dive his face in, going in for the doctor's lips. But, that wasn't what Jonathan had in mind. With all his strength, he lashed forward and instantly clamped his teeth around Kevin's small nose. Instantly, the young boy started screaming. His cries echoed through the room. Music to Crane's ears. Familiar sounds that reminded him of when he ruled Arkham Asylum.

The bones in a human's nose were pretty brittle and could easily be broken with enough force. People broke their noses easily and quite often. It didn't take much effort, to do so. Jonathan knew this and with all his strength, kept biting. His teeth ripping through flesh. Ignoring Kevin's cries. Feeling his tears roll down. It fueled him further, until blood filled his mouth.

The advantage of being in solitary confinement, was that he was completely cut off from others. That meant no one could hear Kevin scream. No one could hear him cry and beg for Jonathan to stop. The doctor didn't need Scarecrow around, to fuel him on. He was sick enough on his own. If they wanted to make him out to be a monster, then a monster he would become.

Finally, after all was said and done, Jonathan retracted back and spit out the contents of his mouth. Flesh, blood, and cartilage. The doctor didn't even pay attention to the blubbering idiot shaking on the floor. Nor did he pay attention, while he radioed in help. With the taste of blood still in his mouth, Crane laid back in his bed and fell asleep. Satisfied.

The staff of Arkham didn't allow their patients to sleep. This was made obvious, when they ripped Jonathan's body off of his cot. Medics came rushing in to attend to the bleeding orderly. His nose no longer there. They got him out rather quickly, as they dragged the doctor through the halls.

His mind was still spinning, but not as badly as before. His body was still slightly numb, as two large men dragged him through the halls. They were angry. The tight grips on his arms made that apparent. But, all he could do was smirk. In such little amount of time, he had created such mayhem in the asylum. To cause so much fear.

As they passed by a set of cells, he could hear the Joker's loud claps. It was always odd seeing the scarred man without makeup, "Bravo, Johnny-boy!"

News had spread fast. Nicely done.

Ah, you're back. I suppose the drugs weren't as powerful as they had wanted them to be.

Did you think anything could keep me away?

Well, I'm sure if Kevin succeeded in giving me medicine then you wouldn't be here currently.

Yea, well, he was too busy feeling you up.

Jonathan hadn't had the time to respond, as he was thrown into an interrogation room. He still had behaved badly, so he needed to be watched. Joan Leland entered, looking very stressed. A slow smirk crept onto his lips, as he noticed the way her skin shook. To the untrained eye, it wasn't even noticeable. But, he knew when someone was afraid.

"Hello, Joan." He cooed smugly.

The female doctor hadn't even noticed that he hadn't called her Dr. Leland. She was too shaken up for that, "What did you do, Jonathan!?"

Raising an eyebrow, he replied somewhat perplexed, "I believe I bit off the top part of his nose," With an almost sadistic smile, he reassured, "Don't worry, I haven't turned to cannibalism. It was awful tasting."

"Why did you do that!?"

Giving an innocent shrug, the male doctor replied, "Perhaps you should hire better staff. I wouldn't have done anything if he hadn't felt me up."

Joan gawked for a second, before pointing out, "You bit his nose off. I…you have never shown this kind of behavior. I'm really beginning to worry about your condition."

"Aw, that's sweet."

Aw, cute. She's worried. Are you going to fuck her too? She's not bad looking.

She's also afraid. Afraid what I can do to her.

Joan fell down into the chair across from him and buried her head in the palms of her hands. It didn't even matter at that moment if it looked professional or not. They weren't a traditional asylum and at times it was hard to keep composure around patients like him. Sometimes it was just too hard to handle.

"Will all this erratic behavior stop if I let you talk to Roxanne?"

She thinks its that simple.

Pathetic.

Smiling a Chester grin, Jonathan slowly cooed, "That's all I've ever wanted."

It had taken a few days to get used to house arrest. At that point, Roxanne started to see the advantages of her predicament. There was plenty of time to catch up on television shows that had long been abandoned, due to her studies. The moving pictures on the screen helped distract her mind from what was happening to her. From the thought of what was going to happen to her future.

Of course she was catching up on reading as well. Not just what pertained to her field, but leisurely reads as well. In college she was required to read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. She remembered how much she loved the novel and how much inspiration it gave her. But, she hadn't been able to continue reading Rand's works, due to emerging herself in psychology textbooks. Now was a perfect time to read Anthem and Atlas Shrugged.

Through Rand's works, she remembered the importance of the word "I". How important it was to remember one's self. Throughout everything, Roxanne had been so concerned how her marriage to Jonathan was going to affect everyone else. Gordon, Bruce. While she would always care about them, she knew the most important person to be concerned with was herself.

While flipping a page of Anthem, the phone rang. Was she even still allowed to receive phone calls? With raised eyebrows, she set down her book and reached over, "Hello?"

"Hello, Roxy." The voice cooed on the other side.

Somehow, the voice sounded so foreign on the phone. After a few seconds, she finally gasped in realization, "Jonathan," Then she questioned, "They wouldn't just allow you to call me, what did you do?"

There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone. Her body shuddered at the sound. It seemed like it had been so long since she heard his voice. Since they were able to talk to each other. She recognized the condescending tone and knew he had to have been up to something, though as always, she didn't want to know.

"I have a question, Roxy."

"What is it?"

"Do you still trust me?"

Another pause. Roxanne could feel her heart stop beating and in that moment she needed to sit down. Suddenly, everything came crashing back on top of her. Her husband was locked up in Arkham, probably for the rest of his life. She would never be able to work in an asylum again, once they found out she had married a former patient. And she was on house arrest.

But, despite all of this, Jonathan had been the most reliable person ever to come into her life. The only one she found herself depending on. The only one that wanted to open her up and take a look on the inside, rather than just accepting what was on the outside. She had married him, hadn't she?

After a long sigh, the redhead replied, "Yes."

Although she couldn't see him, Roxanne knew Jonathan was smirking. As hard as Scarecrow wanted to resist, the doctor had always wanted this kind of stability, "Good. I'll see you soon."

Roxanne hadn't had the chance to ask him what he meant, before he hung up. See him? She doubted that. Even when Jim decided to take her off of house arrest, she doubted she was going to be able to visit Jonathan. It was likely that she would be forbidden to even step foot on the property. Thankfully, the press hadn't gotten a hold of this story. She could just see the headlines…

A knock. Roxanne's head turned around quickly. Suddenly, her nerves were unsteady. Jonathan had that kind of effect on her. Even the sound of his voice sent chills up and down her spine. The feeling was almost enticing; yearning now to have him close. The only person she could share her most basic instincts with. Was what they had love or something much sicker?

Bruce hadn't come by in a few days. Their friendship was strained. Roxanne could see it in his eyes. While she appreciated the company, she didn't want him torturing himself. Pained over the fact that she wouldn't break it off with the doctor. Saddened inside his core that he couldn't save her.

But, perhaps it was Bruce. Despite everything, she still welcomed his friendship. He was the only one she could truly call a friend. Maybe one day, they could all look back at this and laugh. She knew that would never happen, but it didn't hurt to dream of a little peace in her life.

Heading towards the door, she opened without looking and greeted, "Hello, Bruce." What would have been the point of looking through the peephole? She had no visitors.

"So, you're still seeing that son of a bitch? I doubt Crane would like that."

And that was when Roxanne let out a scream, though it was soon stifled as Two-Face harshly clamped his hand over her mouth and shoved her back in the apartment. Tears instantly formed and she found herself tensing up. The former white knight was a man who had no remorse or soul and it frightened her that in an instant he could kill her. And not care.

The half burnt man wheezed painfully, as he pointed the tip of his gun against her forehead, "Get dressed. You and I have somewhere important to go," There was no playfulness in his voice. Venom in his eyes. She couldn't tell who was worse to be caught in between; him or the Joker. Sneering, he warned, "Another sound and I pull the trigger."