'Til Death Do Us Part
J. M. Hooks

Sorry if some people seem out of character, but I haven't been in touch with "Batman" in a while. Sorry if things are different. E-mail about how to change it if you have suggestions. I doexcept annonymous reviews!
Chapter Two
Nerve Serum

Jesse growled as she looked at her mother, strapped down to a table. Just looking at Vicki was infuriating her. Jesse sat in a chair directed at table.

"You made a big mistake when you tried to keep me away from him." Jesse growled, turning the chair around to face a work table. "Lucky for you, I'm just going to use you to test my new batch of nerve serum."

"Nerve what?" Vicki gasped, her eyes widening.

"Nerve serum. It makes the nerves supersensitive to pain and just the the simplest of pains, like a pinch, can hurt so bad you'll wanna die! It magnifies the pain by a thousand, basically." Jesse said, smirking insanely, loading a paintball gun with a dark green colored substance.

"Please, Jess, don't! I beg you!" Vicki pleaded as Jesse turned the chair back around and got up.

"Never call me 'Jess'! He is the only one with the privelige to do that anymore." Jesse said, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek.

Jesse aimed the gun at her mother's right leg, which was closer to her. She fired, the substance hit Vicki's leg and looked like paint when put up against someone's skin.

"Does it work?" Jesse asked, a very eager look on her face.

Vicki screamed, feeling the sting of the impact become so much more worse than it really should have been.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Jesse smirked, turning toward the door. "Be good while I'm gone!" Jesse called behind her as she left the room.

Jesse walked back into the living room and turned the television back on, and leaning against the couch, she watched the rest of the news.

"The police have been informed that another masked criminal walks the streets. Dressed in, what witnesses discribe as, a jester-like outfit with a coxcomb made of a hard, shiny material. Witnesses say that the coxcomb reminds them as a diamond and the ends, hanging down, bob up and down when running, like it's just made out of shiny material. Be alert. This new masked street-walker may be very dangerous." The anchorwoman said and Jesse smirked, happily.

Jesse turned the television back off and walked around the couch to the coxcomb and pick it up, staring at it.

"Well, my pretty, seems we're attracting some attention." She whispered and she slipped the crystaline jester's cap on her head.

The Scarecrow struggled against the guards that held him. He wanted to escape, to get away. Arkham Asylum was driving him crazy, so to speak.

"Be still, you freak! We have to get you back in your cell!" Said one of the guards.

Scarecrow didn't say anything, just struggled more. He wanted to be back with his love, Jesse. They were torn apart by her family and by the people that fired him. Scarecrow couldn't really imagine how she must be feeling if she was feeling as bad as he was.

?Flashback?

"Professor Crane?" He heard softly behind him.

Crane turned around and saw the best student in his psychology class, Jesse Henson. He smiled, softly, seeing the slight look of guilt in her eyes.

"What is it, child?" Crane asked the young adult, slightly worried about the look in her eyes.

"My parents say that we can't see each other anymore!" She choked out, tears falling from her eyes. "They said that they would transfer me to another university if we didn't stop!"

Crane, suddenly, enveloped the girl in a tight embrace, letting her cry out her pain.

"Don't worry, Jesse, they won't be able to keep us apart." Crane said, holding her head to his chest.

Jesse looked up at him after a while and Crane kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, child. Everything will be better soon." He whispered to the girl and she did her best to smile.

Crane wiped away the tears on her cheeks and smiled, as well.

?End Flashback?

The Scarecrow found himself back in his cell with tears sliding down his cheeks when he came back to reality.

'I'm going to keep that promise. I'm going to find a way to get back to her!' He yelled, mentally, balling his hands into fists.

J.M.H - Again, I'm sorry if he's out of character. If he is, e-mail me on how to change it up some.