Okay! So, Im glad a got a couple of readers on my last chapter! This one is a bit longer, though. I really enjoy writing on the topic of Crane, who was my favorite villian in the comics and my favorite character in the movie. I always tend to side with the poor crazy people who get picked on a mistreated as a child... It's a soft spot I have since I was the target of several cruel jokes when I was younger (less now, I'm happy to announce). Anyways, I'll stop blabbing and bring to you, chapter 2!
Disclaimer was in ch. 1
Jonathan Crane... he was a psychiatrist, he was a geneous, he was powerful. Before the accident he had almost everything he could ask for...and now, sitting in front of him, was half of the force that brought all that crashing down. "Miss Dawes..." he said, accusingly. He had half the mind to just strangle her right now and not care who saw. He watched her as her face shot up to identify him.
Rachel had a look of horror on her face, " Crane!" she exclaimed. She studied his features, noticing the burn marks her Tazer gun had left from the day of the incident. Then, her eyes strayed to the straight jacket, making her remember that he was now a dangerous and ecaped mental patient, not just the corrupt psychiatrist she used to know him as. She was trying to think if there was anyway possible of detaining him long enough so that she could get the cops down here. She reached for her Tazer.
Jonathan quickly realized what she intended to to do and stood up quickly, pushing her into the railing on the side of the stairs and getting past her. He ran out into the street and didn't look back as he headed toward his home, still carrying the unmarked case of antidote in his arm.
Rachel carefully pulled herself to her feet, having hit her right ribcage rather violently aganst the railing when Crane shoved her. She held her right side, watching him create a large distance between them as he ran away. She winced as she reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell phone. She dialed in the number she had in mind and put it to her ear, waiting for the other end to pick up. "Hello?" said a rather proper souding voice on the other end. Rachel spared no time to answer the voice, "Hi Alfred, It's Rachel. Listen, I need to talk to Bruce... Please wake him, this is urgent."
Jonathan ran as fast as he could to his apartment. He was sure that wretched woman would be informing the cops of his whereabouts so he needed to be extra quick now. He could not afford to be caught right now, especially by the likes of her. When he finally reached the apartment, he quickly unlocked his door and got in side, slamming and locking it behind him. Leaning against the door, he panted, trying to regain his breath. He brought his hand to his face, running his fingers along tthe burn marks she had given him.They were healing well, but she would pay dearly for ever using the tazer against him.
Cleaning off the blood from his lip proved to be more trouble than it was worth. Alcohol burns, of course, when put into a cut. When finished with a few other menial tasks, like hiding the antidote, taking a quick shower, and changing into a fresh suit, he decided to inspect the injury that woman had inflicted upon his mask. He carefully took it out from the straight jacket, which was now laying on his bed. Two small burn marks were there, clear as day. He found his twine and stitched them up, making the mask look as normal as something like that could look.
Finding an old suitcase in his closet, he set the mask in it and carried it out to his front room. He noticed his glasses sitting on the small black chairside table he had and picked them up. Upon examining, he found the left lens to be broken. He grimaced. That Crane is dead anyway... He tossed them into the suitcase. A sudden notice of a murmuring noise made Crane freeze-up. Was there someone in his apartment? The noise lead him to his kitchen,where he realized it was just the radio, and he proceeded to turn it off, listening to a bit of the story first.
"...Still enough to carry on the distribution as planned. Police still have no leads or clues as to who had stolen the antidote. Investigations will carry on after the scientists are sure we will have enough antidote for everyone who was infected. The distribution is set to begin at nine A.M. at city hall tomorrow morning. The-"
Jonathan shut off the radio, grinning. They'd never catch him. He left no trace, none at all. In his mind, he had nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, he needed to get back to the narrows soon. They wouldn't catch him on charges of stealing the antidote, but he was still due back in his cell at the asylum. He decided to fold up the straight jacket and take it with him, putting it in the case with his mask and glasses. He grabbed the suit case and headed out the door, locking it behind him. Walking towards the subway, he heard police sirens. This made him realize that he needed a plan... what to do next. Then it hit him, he still had some of the fear toxin in his office at Arkham. Yes, that would do nicely. He'd get it back.With a malicious grin still on his lips, he made his way towards the Asylum.
Well, I'd like to know what you thought! I'd like to thank Alexnandru Van Gordon and AaylaSecura for thier reviews, as well! Thanks so much guys and Im glad you like it so far! Well, Im off to start on the next chapter, See y'all soon!