Chapter 8:
*Shadow's POV*

Darkness surrounds us as the steamy liquid fills up my cauldron. The steam starts to fog out gently. I stir the liquid with a wooden spoon. Tonight's outfit contains of a long sleeved black dress falls down to my knees where the black and white striped tights covers my legs. A belt is around my waist under my modest v neckline. Makeup matches my outfit and hat. I also have a lacy black choker and black pumps in custody of my wonderful lover.

Scarecrow add sin the chemical for the fear toxin. He has that awesome mask over his handsome face.

"My dearest love," I evilly smiled to him. "Everyone has their own fears, but with the fear toxin, it will become their finest terrors."

He laughs his insane laugh. "Yes, my beautiful little witch. Once we have enough, we will invite guests to our Monster Ball."

Scarecrow and I have talked about hosting a Monster Ball which we invite everyone in Gotham. Maybe getting revenge on Mommy and Daddy because they won't let me scare them.

"Soon when the time is right, the Monster Ball will begin," Scarecrow says in his usual, sexy tone. "And also," he then hold my hands lovely over the fear toxin. Giving you closure from your parents."

I smiled sweetly to him as I hold his hands. "You really do love me, my Scary Scarecrow."

"Of course I do love you my Mistress of Fear," he takes one of my hands close to his covered lips for a special kiss.

"I love you too," I speak softly.

Even though, his whole face is completely covered, I can tell he's smiling.

*Scarecrow's POV*

What did I do for getting an amazing girl like her? Shadow's so beautiful, scary, intelligent, and spooky, but above all she helps me whenever I have my moments. In return, I do the same thing. We understand each other and that's the greatest love ever.

Sadow laughs her insane laugh. Oh that laugh of hers! When she snickers for a chuckle or when her laughter becomes high or loud when her head throws back. It is just as addicting as her beloved scream. Even though, they're silent screams at home, the few times I took her to one of my hideouts she would screams at the very top of her lungs out of fear or pleasure. I really love this witch!

Scarecrow is out working on his fear toxin again, but he said he will return early. Oh goody! We can play House or Tea Party. I get ready for the day and place on a long sleeved black shirt and a long black skirt that has a split on my right side to mid-thigh. Simple makeup with a cat's eye and black lipstick paints my face.
I braided my hair before placing on my hat for this outfit. My dolly is ready for the day as well.
The more I have living here the more I realized Scarecrow doesn't have toys to play with. Sure there are fun books to read and movies to watch, but nothing else. Of course I am not going to ask him because I am a good girl.
Later on the day, I am on the couch reading a book and position my pale legs close to my upper body.
"Shadow?" Scarecrow asked, walking inside. "I'm home!"
"Over here Scarecrow!" I smiled, placing the book down. "How was the fear toxin today?" I asked, then noticing some things in his arms.
"It should be ready for new clients we have," he answers, pulling me into a kiss. "I have got you some toys," he smiles.
"Toys!" I light up like a child.
"Yes Shadow," he chuckles. "But my Mistress of Fear," he went serious, placing the toys out on the coffee table. "You must behave like a good little girl."
"Like how Scarecrow?" I asked, tilting my head to the side, confused.
"You must stay behind me when I am working with clients. Ask questions that only relates to work. If you have ideas or comments, only tell me among ourselves, got it?" he asked.
"Got it!" I smiled big and than letting out my witchy laugh.

*Later*

*No One's POV*

At Falcone's club, Judge Phelan sits between two girls with a drink cigar in his hands. He looks up to see a familiar sight.

"Carmine! Where are you going?" he asked Falcone.

Falcone places on his coat and replies, "Duty calls. You have yourself a good time, Judge." He turns to the manager of the club and lean in. "If he's too cheap to get a hotel, at least make him take his car around to the alley." Shaking his head, "now class."

Scarecrow and Shadow, holding Victoria, watches in the shadows at the docks. Shadow's in her witchy outfit colored in black and green in class and sex appeal.

Down in the stacks shows the thugs unload several boxes to an open container. Headlights light them up, making everyone froze in their place. A sedan pulls up to reveal Flass and approaches one of the thugs who's holding a box. He opens it and yanks out a stuffed toy.

"Cute," he says before ripping it open!

Shadow let out a silent gasp at the action. Scarecrow holds her free hand, silently telling her it's okay.

Flass pulls out a plastic package from inside the stuffed animal.

"Oh? What have we here?" he acts all surprises in mockery.

Nobody reacts to it as he hands the toy back to the thug.

"Carry on, gents."

Scarecrow and Shadow with Victoria silently follows him inside the massive warehouse filled with offices where they arrived before him.

Flass enters in where Falcone sits at the desk.

"You believe these humps, Flass?" Falcone asked, referring to the happy couple as Flass sits down.

"Problem?" Flass asked.

"Crane, Handel," Falcone calls for them, "here's making insinuations."

Jonathan leans forward with their presence becoming colder.

"Insinuations?" he asked. "Well, let me be clearer - you stepped on the last shipment before you delivered it to me and my girl. You cut it with baby powder, and rendered it useless for our own purposes."

Falcone stares at him furious. "Flass, tell this guy what happens to people who talk to me this way."

*Shadow's POV*

I am with my Scarecrow doing some business with someone named Falcone and a Flass guy. He looks at Falcone with a matter of fact matter.

"I'm aware that you're not intimidated by me, Mr. Falcone," he speaks to him. "But you know who we're working for...and when he gets her I don't think he's going to want to hear that you've been endangering our operation just to filch a few dollars from your dealers."
"He's coming to Gotham?" Falcone asked.

"Soon. This is our last shipment."

I snicker like a witch I am, making Falcone shift in his uneasy. His hands lift up in a gesture of peace.

"There's no need to argue - you can just test the stuff here and now," Falcone proposes.

"That's why we came," I speak up in a dark matter, running my fingers in my dolly's hair.