-- So, I got even more reviews on my last chapter, Thanks sooo much guys, I love ya all! This one's longer because I had more time to write. Sorry bout taking so long to get it up. Oh, and here's the picture I promised ya'll earlier: http/ . Okay, I'll stop yaking now and bring ya the story. Enjoy!

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Arkham Asylum. Jonathan Crane had always been fascinated by the place, down to the very structure of it. It's presense was so menacing. He was always entranced by it's hauntingly beautiful architechture. The beauty was ruined, however, once on stepped into the grimy innards of it. The filth was enough to make even a murderer sick.

Such a haunting beauty on the outside and so corrupt and filthy on the inside. It seems so dark... so mysterious... so cold, but it's inner foundation is crumbling.

The parking area was rather full today. Police cars and construction vehicles littered the grounds. Crane frowned. This was going to make his mission more difficult. He'd have to have a strict plan to stick to if he wanted to make it through this without ending up with a permanant spot in there. Yet again, his confidence swelled. There was a point when he basically owned this place not but a few days ago. He knew all of it's secrets.

He had no problem getting in through one of it's side entrances, plenty out of the way of any guards and/or police officers. He was feeling extremely good at this point, but tried not to let it go to his head. He knew that if he got too cocky, it'd all fall down and he'd get caught. Still, he couldn't help but grin as he swiftly made his was through the broken-down hallways to his office. Not the fancy one with, "Dr. Jonathan Crane, P.H.D" on the front of the door. That one was strictly for patient and asylum business.No, he needed to get to the one no one else knew about. The one that only he had a key for. He was almost at the office when he heard voices and even worse, footsteps. He quickly stepped into the nearest room, a vacant cell, and hid, leaving the door cracked open. He stood very still, waiting, listening.

A large man in a jumpsuit was being lead down the hallway by a small female cop with light brown hair and was being followed by two more cops, a young man with dark hair and a busty blonde. Crane watched them, carefully posistioned behind the wall so he could remain unseen. However, he froze in horror when the man in the jumpsuit stopped directly in front of the cell where he was hiding. The man scanned the cell with a sort of questioning look, as if he knew Crane was there.

The male cop behind him grimaced and gave him a small shove, "Let's keep it moving, tubby! There's nothin' there, ya moron." he said spitefully, prodding him with his gun. The blonde cop failed to stiffle a small giggle, which Crane guessed she let out on purpose. She looked like the kind of bubble-headed idiot who'd do something like that. The man in the jumpsuit turned away, a mixture of emotional pain and pure resentment in the look on his face. Crane recognized the man as one of his old patients.. West...um.. Anthony. Anthony West. That was his name.He was one of the more sane patients Crane'd had. That was the very reason that he hadn't used his toxin on him. He actually wanted to watch him. He wasn't a thug with a get-out-of-jail-free card from Falcone either. Just seemed like a normal guy. Crane wasn't even sure how he'd got here in the first place.

His train of thought was halted when the male cop began speaking again. "Hey, when we get crazy fatty here in his cell, whaddya say we go to that little club in the narrows? Then maybe to my place." he said suggestively. The blonde let out a high-pitched squeal, "Ooo, I'd love to!" she said, clinging to his arm. The front cop looked disgusted as she unlocked a cell a few doors down from Crane's. Crane curled his upper lip in loathing of the back two cops. People like that were the reason he started developing fear toxin. Even in his nightmares today, he still remembered those idiots in high school, beating the crap out of him, then leaving him there in a heap, covered in straw. They chanted like second-graders. He still heard them, the song playing over and over in his dreams.Those memories haunted him frequently.

Sure, after he'd finished the toxin he'd wanted revenge. He'd gotten it too. Every single one of them. He gave a particularly concentrated dose to thier ring leader. He remembered the headlines of the papers that day. Ah, it was a pleasant revenge. He was jerked away from the memories when he heard a cell door slam. He looked over to see the male cop and the blonde walking past, arm in arm. Crane had a good feeling that they were going to skip the bar and get straight to "my place".

He watched them pass, disgusted. He hoped that they got what they deserved someday, those ignorant morons. The other cop distanced herself from them. By the look on her face, these were the last people on earth that she'd want to be with. Crane sympathized for her. He understood the feeling. She had a different look to her, a sort of quiet beauty that you couldn't find in this city of plastic women. She stood still for a moment and waited for the others to leave, then turned and headed back to West's cell.

-- Okay, so it's still short, but hey. I've been busy lately, but I hope to reply to every single one of your reviews in the next chapter. Anyway, Like I said, I am busy and currently I have to head off to another event of my life. See you all in the reviews (I hope )--