You Left the Light On,

I'm Sorry I Cannot Stay.

A better conversationalist than Tetch was? That was funny. Or, at least, Rae had thought it was funny. After that little chat was over, Rae asking him little questions about what he was doing, she finally asked to use the shower, and was told she could do so. Like that would've stopped her.

She was a bit put out when she discovered the shower was in the big open space, though curtains hid it, but still. Well, it was better than showering with a lot of women, being watched by nurses. She slipped behind the curtains, setting a fresh pair of underwear outside of the curtains, before removing her clothes, setting them beside the undergarment. What? She had worn that outfit for less than an hour, there was no need to waste a clean outfit when this one was perfectly fine. Leaning over, she turned the nozzles, her hand under the showerhead as water sprayed out.

Once the water was at a decent temperature, she stepped under, her sloppy bun coming undone as water slithered down her head. What none of the male patients at Arkham knew was that Rae sang in the shower. Now, she wasn't a great singer, but she wasn't horrible either. First, she began to hum the introduction before the words actually started.

"Don't tell me what to think, 'cause I don't care this time~!" She swayed to the music, "Don't tell me what to believe-"

"-'Cause you won't be there to catch me when I fall. But you'll need me when I'm not here at all. Miss me when I'm gone again, yeah," The voice floated up from the lower level, Crane figuring it was Rae. It piqued his interests. He moved from his table of labeled containers, leaning over the rail. Yup, it was Rae singing. Not too shabby, could be worse.

He didn't think it was unpleasant, but Scarecrow was having a fit, not saying specifically why the singing was bothering him.

"I'm going down in flames, I'm falling into this again, yeah. I'm going down in flames, I'm falling into this, again."

Crane moved away from the railing, hoping his being further away would lessen the sound. It didn't. And Scarecrow was getting louder.

'Come on, Jonny-boy! Let me out to play!'

'No. I can't, I have to finish this...'

'I don't care, Jonny! Let me OUT!'

"Don't tell me how life is, 'cause I don't really want to know. Don't tell me how this game ends, cause we'll see how it goes. Catch me when I fall! Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all. Miss me when I'm gone, again…"

Snap.

'Damnit, Scarecrow!'

"Shut up, Jonny!" Scarecrow ran halfway down the stairs before leaping over the side, earning a mental shout from Jonathan.

"Shut up, Jonny!"

Her song stopped before she could continue to the chorus. She frowned, listening closely to the sounds outside of the curtain. She reached for a towel, on a rack just outside of the curtains, turning off the water, thankful the shampoo was out of her hair. Wrapping the towel around her, she stepped out of the curtain.

And two seconds later she found herself on the floor, a thin man, Jonathan? Scarecrow?, on top of her, hands pinning down her shoulders. "You're really going for a concussion, aren't you..?" She muttered, groaning at the throbbing at the back of her skull.

"Anything to make you scream," The look in his eyes, definitely Scarecrow. Crap. "Though, it didn't work… You'll sing, but you won't scream." He leaned down closer, a twisted little smirk on his lips.

She smirked right back, craning her neck to get nearer to him, "Scarecrow, I can assure you that you'll never make me scream." She twisted her legs, those not pinned by Scarecrow, a bad move on his part. She twisted, bending and thrusting her legs upwards, forcing Scarecrow from her, to his feet and stumbling backwards until he fell onto his rear.

While he was down, she took the opportunity and threw on the fresh pair of underwear, green with that little Hello Kitty Frog person on them. She was not going to fight with a crazy in just a towel. She didn't have the time to put on anything else when a fist hit her chin.

She grunted, ducking to dodge another pale fist, running back into the curtains, slipping out the other side, Scarecrow following. He didn't get a chance to leave the curtained area, as Rae leapt and caught him, knocking him over, the curtains ripping, sitting on top of his stomach. One hand pressed against his chest, trying to keep him down, her other hand in a fist, reeling back, getting ready to strike.

Unfortunately for her, fortunately for Scarecrow, she hadn't pinned down his arms. His hand caught her fist, the other grasping her neck as he forced them to roll until he was on top.

Rae let out a few gasps, struggling beneath Scarecrow, her hands on his wrists, a feeble attempt. His legs pinned her's, his hand that had stopped her punch was now holding both wrists together above her head. Perhaps there was a way out of this, Rae wondered to herself… The solution was an interesting one.

"Crane! You better get out here and off of me! Or else I'm taking back every thought about how nice your ass looks!"

Scarecrow sure looked surprised. His head hung a moment, before large blue eyes stared into her's. Crane was back. Wow, she didn't think it'd work, shocking the both of them and drawing out the one who's name she said, she really didn't think it would work. Crane's eyes narrowed, seemingly unaffected by the position they were in, leaning down to gaze at her chin.

"You have a bruise.."

"I'll bet there'll be one on my neck before the day's done, now, geddoff," Her hands reached up, gently pressing against his chest, his hands pressed against the ground at her sides.

And that was how Howard, the henchman, found them, walking in with a bag. His hands slapped to his eyes, and he turned, "Sorry, boss! I'll come back later!" He was gone before Crane or Rae could respond to that.

When the door slammed, Rae and Crane locked eyes for a moment before Rae started to squirm, in an attempt to 'escape'.

"So, you think I have a nice butt?" His voice held a teasing tone.

"Well, have you looked at it?" She wasn't going to deny it. Plus, the look on his face was priceless. "Now, get off so I can get dressed, or have you failed to notice that I'm only in towel and skivvies?" She wiggled her brows at him a moment, before mentally beating herself. He turned a funny shade of pink before moving off of her.

Getting off of the floor, she adjusted her towel, which had loosened a great amount during the scuffle, nearly falling off when she had stood. No way was she about to flash Crane/Scarecrow her goodies. Crane headed to the stairs, not wanting to continue a conversation with someone in a towel.

Which was good, she figured. She glanced to the curtains that had been torn down in the midst of the fight, shrugging. Harold could fix it later. She wanted to get dressed, and, if all went well, get out of there. No offence to Jonny-kins, or anything, but she needed to contact Jenn and let her know what was up, and she also didn't like being thrown around like a rag-doll.

Since Harold wouldn't be back for a while, the henchman obviously thinking they were going to bump uglies, she had time to get herself together, dressed and hair dried, before she went up to have a chat with Crane.

Well… not so much a chat or anything like it. Crane had been oblivious to her coming upstairs, completely engrossed by whatever it was he was working on. She didn't greet him in any way, trying not to draw attention to herself. When Crane sat a bottle of some liquid down, Rae took her chance.

She grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to shift his body towards her, her arms slinked around his neck, tugging his head down to meet her's, or more specifically, their lips to meet.

What Crane didn't notice, as his arms found their way around her waist, was one of her arms moving down, grasping a bottle that had nothing inside. Her arm lifted up high above his head.

With a loud smash, Crane's eyes went wide before they were hidden behind eyelids, his body falling limply to the floor.

Rae leaned down, pressing a kiss to his temple, "Sorry, Jonny-kins, but I can't stick around here and I doubt you'd let me leave."

Wewt, anyway. Yeah.

Can't really explain this chapter, well, not without giving anything away or whatever.

I dunno if I'll be able to get another chapter in tonight, because there's something I reeaaally wanna watch tonight, and it's three hours long.

So, yeah, comments are appreciated, they make me happy and that makes me write faster. Especially now that everything's lined up right in my head on how I want this to work.

Also, since you all already know that I don't own Batman, because if I did, it'd have been banned a long time ago, so I won't repeat that from here on out, but I also don't own the song that Rae sings, by 3 Doors Down. The song title is 'Going Down In Flames'.

I'm going to go muahaha for a while.'

Kisses!