Sorry this is a titch late I've been caught up with a lot of school work and it doesn't look like it will be calming down any time soon so next time's might be late too.

"Let me cure you of your fear."

Isabel's heart that had been pounding in her chest felt like it was missing. The world around her slowed to a snail's crawl. She could feel every movement as Jonathan threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her back to look her in the eye.

"Your eyes are so full of fear." The light from the open door lit up his face. His eyes were bright, shining blue. "Let me take that fear away."

"How?" She finally asked her voice breathless.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "Still so naïve, you know how Isabel."

Her hands tightened on Jonathan's sweater vest. "Will it work?"

"I cannot guarantee that." Isabel looked away. She couldn't abide his staring eyes any longer.

"Isabel, look at me." Steeling herself she looked up and was instantly captured by his gaze. "Do you trust me?"

Her mouth opened but she couldn't say anything. Jonathan's gaze flicked down to her lips. His head dipped down and her eyes slid shut as he pressed his lips against hers. They were cool and soft and they stole her breath away. Why had she run the first time? Too soon he pulled away.

"Do you, Pet? Will you let me free you from the bonds of Fear?" She waited the span of two heart beats then opened her eyes.

"Yes."

Isabel was on the couch sipping on some piping hot tea she had made for herself. She was waiting for Jonathan to return. He was grabbing some materials from his lab.

Dear God what had she agreed too?

Not even a half an hour had passed and she was already regretting her acceptance of his offer. Jonathan's words had wrapped around her like a snake but now away from his coils, away from the immediate fear she was thinking more clearly. She was an idiot. Why had she agreed to this?

Isabel looked over as the door opened. Jonathan entered with a bag in one hand and several vials in the other.

"You will want to stop drinking that, you do not want anything in your stomach during this."

"Jonathan," Isabel said setting down the tea, "I don't think…I can't…"

"Second thoughts? It is understandable but it is just fear stopping you from doing what is necessary. Think of how free you will be when that is gone." His back was to her as he spoke doing something with his hands.

"But I'm…scared." Jonathan's back stiffened. He turned towards her holding his hands behind his back.

"I know. I know you are scared and you are so beautiful when you are scared," he bent over her one hand resting on the backside of the couch the other still behind him. "But you were even more beautiful before you were broken by those vermin, this will make you even better than before. A life without fear, you have no idea Isabel…but you will."

Before Isabel could react his hand whipped out from behind his back and sprayed a mist in her face. She breathed it in instantly feeling her pulse sky rocket. Her lungs heaved up and down. Then it started.

She could feel the hands on her. Wrapping around her waist. Clamping down on her mouth. One grabbed her wrist and she looked over. Isabel could see the dirty meaty hand around her flesh. She screamed. It was too real. The hands continued to paw at her, tormenting her and soon it was more than just the hands. Isabel was in the alley once more. She could see the brick walls, smell the wet garbage, and hear their heavy breaths.

Then rumbling out of the darkness she heard another voice, slightly familiar but distorted, echoing off the walls of the alley. "What are you seeing?"

She felt compelled to respond. "The alley, I'm in the alley. Oh God, please someone help. Their hands are on me. I can see their hands on me!"

"Pay attention to what you're experiencing. Accept these as your fears, your weaknesses."

The hands were on her. They were so dirty, disgusting. Touching, pulling, pinching, rubbing. She was screaming again. "Jonathan, help me, please." Why wasn't anyone coming? Was she not screaming loud enough?

"I am here Isabel."

"Help me, help me, please, make them stop." Isabel reached out trying to find him only to fall on to the ground. She curled up into a ball crying and begging him to help her.

Then it stopped.

The alley was gone and the hands disappeared. With a great sniff she opened her eyes. Had they been closed all this time? Isabel was truly on the ground and Jonathan was on the couch looking down at her.

"Finally." He said moving from his seat. "That dose should have only lasted a half hour but you were out for a full hour. I'll have to adjust the concentration…"

"An hour," Isabel said shocked, "but that felt like only a few minutes."

"The toxin can do that sometimes, usually time slows though, odd. Here sit. I need to make sure you did not receive a concussion when you fell." Jonathan held his hand out to help her up. Isabel refused his hand and sat on the couch straightening her shirt as she did so. He smirked withdrawing a flashlight from his jacket pocket. Taking Isabel's jaw in his hand he peered into her eyes.

"Does this hurt?" He asked pressing against the back of her head.

"No."

"Good, you're fine then."

He put away the flashlight and sat on the couch next to her.

"How do you feel?"

Isabel looked at him her eyes narrowed slightly. "How do I feel? How do I feel? That was one of the worst experiences of my life! I felt so helpless and it's entirely your fault."

"Not how you felt, how do you feel right now?"

"Angry."

"But not scared?"

"No."

"See it worked."

"What are you on about?"

"After all of your flashbacks and dreams the fear lingered, did it not? But here the fear just ended, no aftershocks, no enduring panic."

Isabel scowled but he was correct. "I don't see how that matters though, it was no better than any of my attacks just longer."

"You will see Isabel, you will not be cured in a single session just give it time." Jonathan placed a hand on her knee causing Isabel to stiffen. His thumb rubbed in circles relaxing the muscles in her leg. "Trust me Isabel."

Isabel placed her hand on top of his stopping his rubbing. She looked at him and smiled. "Alright."

"I promise you will not regret your decision." Jonathan said turning his hand over to hold her hand. Their fingers threaded together he lifted her hand up and placed a gentle kiss on the back. A soft blush crossed her cheeks but she didn't disentangle their hands.

"Can you tell me, how is my Father doing?"

"Well. He is nearly finished building the machine bit but after that he needs to fine-tune it. You will see him again before the fine-tuning however."

"Thank you, I'm glad he's doing well…you didn't tell him what happened did you?"

"Of course not, if you want him to know then it will be up to you to tell him."

"Thank you, that means a lot." At that moment Isabel's stomach growled loudly.

"Time for dinner I think," Jonathan said with a small smile.

"Are you sure you wish to be tied down?" Jonathan asked even as he withdrew the leather straps from his bag.

"Yes, I don't want to be falling all over the place again. I could hurt myself."

"Alright lie on the bed then." Isabel did as she was told. Jonathan attached the soft leather bindings to the bars on the headboard. He could feel her heart was dancing as he guided her arm up and placed it in the fur lined cuff. Leaning over her he did the same with the other one letting his fingers drag along her skin when he pulled away.

"I am going to use an injection this time. 5ccs should do it." Jonathan moved away and soon returned to her syringe in hand. Carefully he pulled Isabel's sleeve from around her elbow and injected his venom into one of the veins near the surface. Removing the needle he rubbed the spot with his thumb to remove the pain and then placed a bandage over it. By the time he had placed the needle back on the table the toxin was starting to take effect. Her breathing had increased dramatically and she was already straining against her bonds.

"Stop it," she muttered, "don't touch me."

Jonathan sat in the kitchen chair he had brought into the bedroom and watched her mental struggles. After ten minutes when he was sure she was deep into the delusion he began the therapy. "Where are you, Isabel?"

"The alley, I'm in the alley."

"What do you see?"

"The walls, the brick, their hands. Oh god, their hands, they're touching me, stop touching me!"

"Where are they touching you?"

Sweat began beading on Isabel's forehead and her struggling increased. "Stop touching me, don't touch me."

"Where are they touching you, Isabel? Answer me."

"My neck, my arms, my butt." She screamed loudly. "No, not there! Stop touching me there!"

"Where are they touching you, now? Where shouldn't they touch?"

"My vagina, oh dear god, make them stop! Help me! Jonathan, help me!"

Jonathan leaned forward in his chair. "You know I cannot do that Isabel. This is your fight."

Isabel's back arched off the bed as she tried to get away from the hands. "Please, please! Stop! Let go of me, now!"

Jonathan smiled, that was it. "That is right Isabel. Command your fears. Make them work for you and eliminate them."

Fifteen minutes was already up, the effects would start to wane soon. He had made sure this session only lasted 30 minutes or thereabouts her metabolism would cause it to vary by a few minutes on either side. Isabel was doing well though and Jonathan was tempted to inject just a little bit more to extend the time she was under.

Another scream ripped through her and the temptation was erased as his attention was moved to her face. Jonathan hadn't lied yesterday when he had said that she was beautiful when she was scared. Her eyes filled with such stunning fear and she had the most alluring scream. Leaning forward in his chair Jonathan studied her face. Isabel's eyes were shut tight, her skin was pale and the sweat was now pouring down her face. Reaching into his jacket pocket he withdrew a handkerchief and started dabbing at her forehead. Her screaming quieted and he yanked his hand back.

What was he doing? He couldn't interfere like that. She had to overcome her fears by herself or else they'd always be in danger of reoccurring. Jonathan looked down at her. Her eyes were now open and she was staring at him. No longer pulled tight across her teeth Jonathan now saw that her lips were a bright red, she must have bitten them at some point. Half out of the chair Jonathan leaned over her his eyes never leaving hers.

"What do you see," he asked quietly.

"The alley but it's empty." She said just as quietly. Fascinating, he had never had someone react this way before.

"Are you still afraid?"

"Yes, but I don't know why, you're here to save me." Jonathan pulled back quickly out of her range of vision. "Jonathan? No please! Oh god they're back! No stop touching me!"

Her back arched off the bed and once again her eyes slid shut. "No, no. Stop it! Stop touching me. Let go. Let go now!"

"Keep commanding them Isabel." Jonathan said still hidden from view. "These are your weaknesses face them and eliminate them."

Isabel's head snapped in the direction of his voice. "Jonathan! Please help me!"

"No. Help yourself Isabel. Tell them to leave."

"No, no, no." Isabel pressed her legs together as if trying to prevent someone from touching her there. Her voice was still panicky until… "I said no! You will not touch me there again!"

One of her legs lashed out, kicking an imaginary person away. She fell back against the bed crying yet with a hint of laughter. After a few minutes with no change Jonathan looked down at his watch, the thirty minutes was nearly up. He approached the bed. Her crying had stopped and she was breathing in deeply with her eyes shut.

"Isabel." Jonathan said bending over the bed. Slowly her eyes opened, they were red from the crying but sparkling bright underneath. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know there are too many emotions jumbled up." He picked the handkerchief off the bed where he had dropped it and began wiping away the tear streaks across her cheeks.

"You did very well. You are progressing faster than I anticipated. There was something odd though part way through," he stopped wiping and looked her in the eyes. "You said the hands disappeared, do you remember that?"

"I think so…you touched my forehead."

"Yes, do you remember what you felt when I touched you?"

"I was relieved, I felt—safe."

"But you said you were afraid."

"I was…" Isabel looked to the side and then back at him. "I was afraid you were going to leave me."

Jonathan swallowed thickly. "Isabel."

"Um, Jonathan could you untie me now?"

"Of course." Using the mattress for support he undid the furthest cuff with one hand. He didn't know what inspired him to voice the thought aloud but as he was undoing the other cuff, gazing down at Isabel he could not stop himself. "It's a shame I liked you being tied to my bed."

Isabel felt a heavy blush rise in her cheeks. He enjoyed her being tied to the bed? His bed? She had nearly forgotten that this was indeed his bed. It was his bed that he currently had her trapped on. Jonathan's body was so close to hers and her new awareness of his nearness caused her body to tingle in certain areas. Areas that she hadn't wanted to think about since the attack. He wasn't those men though.

Her hand extended touching the elbow of the arm that was on the mattress next to her.

"That was inappropriate I—" Isabel's other hand reached so that her fingers brushed against his cheek cutting him off. He grabbed her hand but didn't move it away. Instead his eyes slid shut and he moved his head to the side kissing her palm. She gave a small gasp at the sensation and felt him smile into her flesh. Then his tongue darted out tasting her. A shocked but pleasured gasp escaped her lips and her hand tightened on his elbow. Jonathan turned his head again and looked at her.

Suddenly his grasp switched and she was pulled from the bed. Now they were both standing, Isabel was pressed against Jonathan one of his hands on her waist and the other still gripping her hand. She gazed mesmerized in to his eyes and he gazed back searchingly. Her heart moved to her throat as his head moved towards her but he stopped just shy of her lips. If Isabel wanted to she could just…then his head moved to the side and he pressed a kiss against her cheek.

"You have no idea, Isabel." He muttered almost to himself.

Alright so Scarecrow is officially going to appear in 'Gotham' but not in the way we think. From what I have garnered from an interview quote with the producer they are doing a complete overhaul of the character. Jonathan Crane will be "young" (whatever that means) and his father is going to be Scarecrow and pass the mantel of Scarecrow onto him, so we'll get both Scarecrow as a villain and Jonathan Crane as not a villain.
Personally, I don't like it, they will have to do this perfectly for me to be okay with this extreme change in his background...but other than that I think 'Gotham' is doing great. This week's episode was amazing and I can't wait for more.