Chapter Fourteen
It was night time in Gotham City and I was fast asleep in my hospital room. Earlier that afternoon a few of my chefs came and visited bringing treats which by now were long gone. I fell asleep early because I was on pain medication for my leg, which was only looking worse and worse as the day went on. The nurses had to change the bandage ten times, I don't know a lot about dog bites, but ten times seemed a bit excessive to me.
I don't know if it was the drugs or recent events but this is how my dream that night went:
I was at my bakery working late into the night on a cake that was shaped like an apple. I had just put the red fondant on when I heard a noise. I looked to my right as something hit my foot. I reached down and picked up an apple and written on it was 'An Apple a Day keeps the Doctor away!'. I thought nothing of it and placed the apple onto the table and began painting the fondant so it would be a more realistic apple. There was another noise this time to my left. I turned to look and before I could make a sound I was pushed back on top of the table, my back covered in powdered sugar, and Doctor Jonathan Crane hovering over me.
"Jonathan?" I asked shocked as I got over the surprise of being knocked back..
"Hello Katrina. I know I haven't been around, but I still very much love you," he whispered playing with a lock of my hair that had fallen out of my messy bun.
"And I you," I said wondering what he had in mind.
"Oh really? I know what you said to Miss…Dawes, this morning, and it sees you've forgotten me," he said moving his face so it was about a centimetre away from mine.
"That was just to calm her worrying. Best friends like to do that," I said, "I still very much like you, and only you." That last part was said in a much more seductive tone that I didn't I could even do.
"Good then you won't mind if I do this," said Jonathan and planted his lips right on top of mine. I loved every last minute of it. Things began getting hotter between as the kiss turned into a full out make out session. Soon the clothes were flying off, and not once did we care about doing this in my bakery or the cake that was now knocked onto the floor.
After an hour of intimate love I found myself wrapped in Jonathan's arms as he played with that same strand of hair. There was something bugging me. I loved Jonathan and I was happy he was back but was it fully him, was he really back?
"Jonathan?" I asked. He sat up and straddled me he gave me a deep kiss before sitting up.
"Hmm?" he asked.
"Where is Scarecrow?" He sat up fully, his face being hidden by the shadows before it came back out and he was wearing the mask I made.
"Right here!" he shouted.
That's when I woke up with a start. I was sweating like crazy and as I glanced around my hospital room I saw a piece of paper on the side table. I picked it up and turned my light. It said, 'Katrina Tassel, Do not forget him or you will remember the effects of the toxin. S.C.'
I showed the note to Rachel the next morning as she helped me into the wheelchair and pack my bag. I was leaving the hospital today with a wheelchair and gauze to last me a year.
"S.C. Not Santa Claus I hope," said Rachel smiling as she handed me my bag.
"No, Scarecrow," I said taking the discharged papers from the nurse and Rachel pushed me out of the room and down the hall.
"So 'him' is Jonathan Crane?" asked Rachel, pushing the down elevator button.
"Yes," I said, "I'm just really confused, my head and my heart are saying totally different things."
"Well your heart is usually the one that's right," said Rachel as she pushed me into the elevator.
"I just had a realization," I said as I stared at the elevator doors that just closed.
"What's that?" asked Rachel.
"My apartment building doesn't have an elevator and my only mode of transportation is the stair, which to get too is by use of stairs," I said smiling up at her.
"Oh…right. And my building doesn't have an elevator," said Rachel. We both fell silent trying to think about what was going to be done. I, personally, got nothing, so I was really hoping Rachel would come up with something.
"Okay, we'll go to lunch at the usual place and come up with some idea, then we can stop by your bakery. Plan?" she asked. I nodded.
I must say having a best friend like Rachel can be helpful. She wonderfully helped me all the way to the café. Getting in and out of the cab and in and out of my wheelchair, I doubt I would have succeed in my new splint, which was very cast like expect thankfully didn't itch like one.
She ordered my food and managed to carry both trays out to the table that I 'saved' for us, not like I could any where. She sat down and we ate our food with light conversation before getting down to the important stuff.
"Any of your employees?" asked Rachel.
"No," I said, "they either live with their parents, room mate, or in the same part of town as me which means no elevator."
"And your parents live across the country, you need more friends," said Rachel.
"I have acquaintances," I said happily.
"Well give me your phone let's see who you have on there," she said. I pulled my phone out and she took it form my hand and opened up the contacts.
"Anyone?" I asked.
"Yes," she said smiling, "Bruce. You guys like each other, not that way, but he knows you enough. He is staying in a penthouse right now in a hotel just a few blocks from here which solves your transporation issues."
"No, I am not staying with Bruce Wayne and his butler," I said thinking she was insane. I hardly know the guy and to stay with him, even for a little while was out of the question.
"How about I call him and ask if it's all right. If he finds it weird then we'll find someone else, but I think it will work out," said Rachel as she hit the send button on my phone. Why my phone, I have no idea.
"Great," I said sarcastically.
"Hi Bruce, it's Rachel. She's fine but is homeless right now. She's in a wheelchair and her building only has stairs as does mine. OH really? I think she might take you up on that offer," said Rachel smirking at me, "hold on." She put a hand to the phone and turned to me, "He wants to know if you want to stay at his place."
"Oh fine," I said giving in. It was closer to my bakery, and Alfred was nice and would probably help me out.
"She said yes. Great, we'll be by later. I have the day off," she said, "bye." She handed my phone back to me and I put it in my pocket.
"This is going to be very weird," I said to her. She just shrugged.