Chapter 35 (The hotel room)
Jonathan was standing at the big balcony window and turned round when he heard the door being opened.
"Hey Jonathan.", Alexandra said while stepping over the threshold.
"Hey Alex" he responded while Alexandra closed the door again and placed her knapsack on the floor. "Sorry for not waiting for you but I had to.. well, you know."
While saying this, Jonathan pointed with his head to the bathroom, blushing lightly but now he was telling Alexandra only half the truth. In reality he was gone upstairs to give himself one more injection, which he had hidden in the inner pocket of his coat to use in case of emergency. He could feel his hands starting to tremble during check-in, shortly after Alexandra had stepped outside and he could hear Scarecrow´s voice in the depths of his mind again.
Jonathan knew, it was still too early for another dose. He didn´t wait for at least 12 hours between the two injections and besides of that, he had increased the dosage of each injection. He knew, psychopharmacological drugs could cause serious side effects and Jonathan also was aware of the fact, he was taking a high risk now.
He had decided to use just half of the injection first, hoping to supress the first signs of Scarecrow that way. He would inject the rest of the dose somewhere else if necessary and for a split second, he had to think of his former professors at Gotham University. They would crucify him if they could see him like this now as Jonathan was now breaking every rule of doing injections and dosaging medication he had learned during his medical studies.
But he wanted to spend his time at Cuesta Verde without Scarecrow as much as possible and by no means Jonathan wanted Alexandra to know, he was giving himself injections. Probably she would get a completely wrong picture if she could see him like this now, as long as she didn´t know the whole truth, as long as she didn´t know the true reason - the reason why he had become a murderer.
Jonathan was torn from his thoughts when he noticed Alexandra´s grin on her face.
"What´s wrong?" he asked in a low voice and gazed at her.
For a short moment both didn´t say anything.
"Mrs. Crane?" Alexandra finally asked and her grin became wider.
"Well.." Jonathan started and smiled lightly while Alexandra walked over to him. "You know? Mrs. Smith is.. well, let´s say.. very old-fashioned.. that´s why I have.."
Jonathan didn´t come further as suddenly someone knocked at the room door.
"Oh wait, I´ll take care of this." he said and walked over to the door.
While Jonathan was talking to the room boy who had brought the luggage, Alexandra´s gaze moved around in the room.
The room was big and simple, but appointed very nice with a big kingsize bed standing at the wall in the middle of the room and a small nightstand on each side. Opposite to the bed there was a closet installed into the wall and next to it she noticed a round table with two seats. A basket was standing on the table, filled with all kind of fruits and chocolates, next to it several small bottles of water, juices and soft-drinks, a bouquet of red roses in a flower vase and two bottles of red and white wine.
Alexandra was now standing next to the window of the balcony, having a beautiful view on the sea and the beach. If the hotel guests would sit or stand outside on the balcony, they would have a good overview over the whole beach promenade as well. They could sit on the wooden bench in mild summer nights, observing the activities on the beach or just watching the sunset, relaxing a bit and drink a glass of good wine.
Alexandra turned round and watched the hotel boy leaving the room after Jonathan had given him a bill, thanking him for bringing the luggage. For a short moment Jonathan and Alexandra just gazed at each other.
"Do you like it here?" Jonathan asked in a soft voice. "I don´t know, maybe you have expected something else."
Alexandra shook her head.
"No Jonathan, I like the room. It´s really nice." she answered and took a big breath. "But somehow I wonder..."
"Yes?" Jonathan asked and frowned.
He sensed Alexandra was concerned with something.
"Well.." she finally said. "It´s obvious, you´re not here for the first time because of the way Mrs. Smith has talked to you... I wonder, if you have been here regularly... maybe with someone else?"
Jonathan rose his eyebrows. Now he knew what Alexandra was talking about. He realized that her question wasn´t unusual. They never had asked each other since Alexandra was back in his life again - if there was another partner in their lives, if they were already married with someone else.
"Oh, I see." Jonathan said and smiled lightly. "So you think, I already have been here with another woman?"
Alexandra bit her lower lip. She feared to have said something wrong now.
"Well..." she started, but Jonathan interrupted her.
"So, do you think, I´m engaged to another woman but spend a couple of days with you here at the same time?" Jonathan asked grinning and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets.
Now Jonathan looked like a big daring school boy, being accused of having done mischief - and Alexandra felt like the teacher who was now realizing she was wrong. Now, she felt really bad having this presumption but she also realized that Jonathan was evasive.
"Jonathan, I didn´t want to say that...," she started, but he interrupted her again.
"Come on, there is something, I want to show you.", he said grinning while putting on his coat.
Alexandra gazed at him, confused. So he wanted to end the conversation now and just leave it in its place?
"Jonathan, I think, we should clear this first, before doing something else or going somewhere else." she said and now she could notice a light angry tone in her voice.
But Jonathan just smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Please Alex, come with me. What I´ll show you now will answer all your questions, I´m pretty sure."
Alexandra hesitated for a second and took a deep breath.
"Alright then." she finally said and gripped Jonathan´s hand.
Jonathan still was smiling and this irritated Alexandra even more when both left the room and Jonathan closed the door behind them.