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Chapter Twenty Four~

My head is swimming with images and sights and sounds that I can't put together, pain filling my head. I don't know why I'm in pain, let alone what everything in my head is, but all I do know is that I'm lying down. I carefully put a hand to my forehead and try to open my eyes to see a single light overhead that blinds me for a moment. I wait until my eye sight clears before I find I'm not in my apartment but see the room is bigger than my whole studio apartment; and it's a bedroom. Whimpering in terror, I fight to sit up but my body feels like lead so I stay lying down and try to remember what happened. I had gotten back from Arkham, was running from someone who'd been chasing me, then I was having the worst nightmare of my life, then—then I was being kissed? Shaking my head, I hear a door open in front of me and in vain try to pick my head up. All I can make out is the slender figure of a man with his hands behind his back. He enters the room silently and in the pale light I can just make out the shine of glasses on his face. He comes over silently and a cold hand touches my cheek, two fingers trailing down my skin as I whimper out,

"Where am I?" the figure kneels down next to me and a scarily familiar voice coos,

"Don't worry Evie." oh, oh no, OH MY GOODNESS NO! I start to hyperventilate but he shushes me softly brushing some hair out of my face as he says,

"I thought you were dead—they lied to me." his voice is strained, as if he's fighting back the other part of him. Finally he leans in so I can see his face as he smiles down at me before leaning in and brushes his lips against mine. The electricity I feel causes a moan to escape me even though I try in complete and utter vain to push it away. But he notices and leans up staring at me with fire in his blue eye. Next thing I know he's leaning over me and kissing me senseless. His upper half is against mine and his hands are pinning down my wrists as he releases his pent up emotions into the kiss. When I can't breathe he let's go of my swollen lips and goes to my neck, finding a spot in the juncture of my neck that makes me gasp and my eyes roll in the back of my head.

"Our Evie." he purrs against my skin as he bites down on my pulse point as I feel my heart ready to explode in my chest. Suddenly he stops, just like that and pulls back as if burnt by me. His eyes have a feral gleam but his face is soft as he stands up and turns to go.

"Jonathan please." I call but he doesn't stop as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him; locking it. I'm not sure how long it takes for me to get over what just happened and before I can sit up. Looking around the room I find I'm in some sort of guest bedroom and have to wonder where the hell I am. As I look around the room I look out the window to see it's raining and the city seems far away. We must be outside Gotham—but where? Slowly I manage to sit up at last and swing my legs over the bed and try to stand only my knees give out. Why did he do this? Why did he take me? What did I do? I let out a sob as I stay on the floor trying to force myself to try and stand again. From outside the bedroom I hear voices and try to listen in on the conversation.

"I have a few friends left in the city, I can get more helpers I so choose." that's Jonathan, no, that's Scarecrow.

"You'll need more than 'a few friends' to start what you want to do." the second voice says, a voice I don't recognize at all.

"You just tell him that I need more of the toxin and I'm willing to pay." Scarecrow tells him as I hear a door open and close before footsteps go down the hall away from me. At long last I'm able to stand again and go over to the door to find it really is locked and slam my fist against it. In a panic, I go over to the window and see that I'm three stories up with no way of getting down but jumping. I hear footsteps coming back towards my room and hear the 'click' of the look and watch the doorknob turn as Jonathan walk in looking more in control of himself. I stand there like a deer caught in headlights as he says gently,

"Evie, listen for just a moment to me please. I—I'm sorry it had to be this way." I bite my lip as I realize—he's trying to apologies! He runs a hand through his hair and looks away as I say softly,

"I'm sorry Jonathan—I wanted to tell you I really did."

"BUT YOU DIDN'T!" he snaps suddenly lunging for me and pushes me against the window. I gasp in pain as the cold stings my back forcing me to remember the night I nearly drowned. Closing my eyes, I hear his heavy breathing before he says in a tight voice,

"You should have figured out a way to tell me."

"I couldn't Jonathan—the police followed me like hawks. When they found out you were transferred I had to beg for one more day before they shipped me off." I tell him trying to wiggle out of his tight hold on my shoulders and carefully his hold slides down to my arms and his thumbs start to rub circles against my skin. Any trace of Scarecrow slowly starts to fade away as he says weakly,

"I thought you were dead." he sounds so weak, like a broken doll. Slowly, I raise one hand and cup his cheek that he eagerly leans into. Kissing the palm of my hand he lets his grip loosen as he says,

"You're ours now." it's Jonathan saying it, but I can hear a trace of Scarecrow in his voice. That's what scares me the most. Looking back up at me, he notices the fear in my eyes and hushes,

"Hush now, hush love."

"But I don't want to go to sleep." I reply as he pulls me away from the window and moves me so that I'm being pushed gently back down on the bed. He let's go of his grip on me and starts to leave when I grab his hand and pull on it slightly. He turns to look down at me in confusion as I say with a sob,

"Please stay." I have no clue in the world as it to why I just asked him to stay with me; but I honestly don't want him to leave. The conflict in his eyes makes me start to regret my words, but he slowly slips in beside me and instantly takes me up into his arms. Wrapping one arm around my waist, his other hand buries itself in my hair and he presses his cheek against my temple.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? Just us—nothing more."