A.N. I've actually really enjoyed writing this so far. Nothing has had to be forced or anything so yeah. And a thank you to all of those who've reviewed. It's encouraging to know people actually read my stuff.

quicksilver2402004: Ok, here's more! Enjoy.

lily1186: Now now, I don't think I'll even say if there will be pairings. It would make it no fun if you knew. This way you just have to keep guessing.

FlyingFish15: Thank you! I think it's kinda creepy how well I can get inside a psycho's mind but oh well.

Disclaimer Yeah I forgot it the first chappi so here it is. I don't own Batman, Rachel Dawes, Gotham, or Arkham. And sighs I don't own Dr. Jonathan Crane. If anyone is selling him, though, I'd be willing to talk prices. J/K! Oh but I do own Christine and anyone else otherwise not mentioned in the Batman comics or movies.

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After lying awake all night on her cot, Christine was wracked with fatigue in the morning. This would be going on six days with no sleep. Soon her body wouldn't wait for her approval before tuning out. Standing shakily she made her way over to the only other soul awake in the room: Lucy. Lucy was a 7-year-old with a sweet smile and bright eyes. Her energy never seemed low to Christine.

"Good morning Lucy," she greeted the girl. Her voice was soft to allow the others more sleep.

"'Morning Christi," Lucy whispered back loudly. The girl stretched her arms and sat up throwing off the blanket she had slept under.

"Did you sleep well?" Christine began to lift the girl up to carry her over by the door where they wouldn't disturb as many kids.

"Yeah, I slept good." Christine smiled at the bright girl's poor grammar. "Did you?" Lucy asked upon being set down.

"Very well, yes," she lied in response. Her face told a different story.

"You look so tired," Lucy managed between yawns.

"That's because it's still early." Since coming to Arkham Christi had found it all too easy to lie to children. Dr. Crane was another matter. He saw strait through all of her falsehoods. Thinking of him sent her standing strait up and wrapping her arms around herself. Last night's encounter was still fresh in her mind. Too fresh. It had forced her to remember a time in her life she had tried so desperately to erase. It was burned into her memory, though. All it took was a trigger and she was back in that alley, begging and pleading.

A new noise caught Christine's attention. It appeared her movements had stirred those who had been feigning sleep to get up and join Lucy by the toys. Turning she saw Greg and several others making their way over. Christine stood by and watched the kids play after greeting them.

Not long after all of the children had awoken the door clattered open to reveal an old man pushing the food cart. He was dressed in an orange jumpsuit, which labeled him a patient. Behind him walked Dr. Crane with his usual yellow legal pad and a small smile for the little ones. Christine froze as they locked eyes but found the presence of mind to begin passing out food trays when the old man left. As usual she left hers untouched on the cart.

As a few kids called out greeting to Dr. Jon, as they called him, Christine shoved down a gag. He politely responded and asked them how they were; scribbling notes, but his mind wasn't on it. His thoughts focused on the girl passing out food. She carefully avoided his gaze but Jonathan knew Christine clearly remembered last night. True, he had lost control, but he couldn't say he regretted it. Her fear was priceless.

Noting there was one tray left he made his way to where Christine was watching over the children like a mother hen. She stood leaning against the wall looking down at them. "Not hungry?" he casually asked standing next to her. She jumped at the intrusion but maintained her mask well as not to alarm the kids.

"No," she said shortly. After a pause she added, "But I have a question." She'd spent some time thinking about whether or not it was worth even asking.

"I may or may not have an answer," Crane quipped.

Rolling her eyes Christine went on, proud of herself for not showing how uncomfortable she was with him standing so close or how angry she was at him overall. "Some of the kids have been asking if they can go outside."

"I see," he mused, tapping his pen against his lower lip. "It's only natural. Young children need sunlight and space to run around." The chatter between the kids seemed to grow louder in their silence. "I'll consider it," he told her sounding very pompous.

"Thank you," Christine forced out between gritted teeth.

"But," Jonathan continued, "only if you agree to start eating and sleeping." He grinned at the look on her face, knowing he'd win this battle. Of course she would put the children before herself. It was just her personality.

"I don't see how the two actions are related," she said slightly distraught.

"They have nothing to do with each other, Ms. Fellmen."
"This is ridiculous," she stated throwing her hands in the air. Crane grinned wider, his blue eyes flashing.

"Last chance," he said. Christine weighed the risks. None of the kids have gotten sick from the food, she thought. And it will make them happy. But then again Jonathan Crane has given me no reason at all to trust him while I'm asleep. She sighed looking away.

"Fine." With that she marched to the food cart, picked up the last tray, and sat down cross-legged with a determined grimace. She took a forkful of what could have been scrambled eggs or pig guts and shoved it in her mouth, swallowing quickly. Grabbing the carton of milk she checked the expiration date before opening it and drinking. Christine glanced up at Crane and saw him bidding a few kids goodbye and shooting her a triumphant look before leaving.

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That went well, Jonathan thought sat back in his office chair. The girl was smart not to trust him but he saw that lack of trust as fear. She was afraid he would do something therefore she didn't trust him. He bent over his notepad, pen scratching.

Patient has agreed to eat and sleep again Nervous behavior has increased

Jonathan moved on to make notes about the other children. They all seemed to be having nightmares about scarecrows. Grinning he thought, I wonder why. Of course he knew. His experiments with the hallucinogen were proving especially successful with the children. Not only were they fearful under the influence of it but also they developed a phobia of whatever they were exposed to while under its influence. It was a fascinating result that he hoped to duplicate in older patients. Christine Fellmen was likely to be his next test case although he had some reservations.

She was a smart kid, smarter than most her age, much as he had been at her age. When he tested the children they no doubt thought they had been dreaming about going up to his office and then seeing the horrifying mask. When they awoke safe and sound on his couch they simply rubbed their eyes and acted as though they did not remember ever walking up there. Christine would probably be able to figure out that she had not fallen asleep in his office. Then she would deduce that she had been drugged and that all the things she had witnessed while on the drug were not completely true thus the phobia would not develop. It will still be interesting to see how she reacts to the hallucinogen, he thought.

With that decided Jonathan wondered just how he could allow the children to go outside without letting the entire city of Gotham know he was keeping children at Arkham. He figured he would take them outside the city to some park. They would need to drive at least an hour, though, to find one not often used by the public. Remembering a park he had visited as a child he thought it might work. It was in the middle of nowhere and because of that was never used. The county kept it well maintained for some unknown reason. Next came the problem of how to get all 9 of the children plus himself there. He would need an extra large van and one car seat for the 3 year old.

The easy part would be keeping them from running away. The park was miles from the nearest house and none of the children had reason to run away. That is except Christine. She would be kept under control by a simple threat.

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Sighing Christine slammed her tray down onto the cart after eating everything on it. A few kids jumped at the noise and she mumbled an apology. The nerve, she thought angrily. Crane had known she would do anything to make those kids happy. He used her sympathy as a weakness and exploited it. The food had been gross, as expected, but that was not why she was so worked up.

"Okay," she said loudly to be heard over the squealing. "Time to get dressed." There was a collective moan but Christine ignored it and walked over to the younger kids who needed to be dressed personally: Alice and Mike. Grabbing the two of them up she carried them to their cots, which were next to each other, and set them down, pulling out the bags underneath. She pulled out some clothes for each and proceeded to dress them while keeping an eye on the older kids. They had all taken showers the night before so they were clean. Begrudgingly they hauled out clothes and went into the bathroom stalls to change. After this she would supervise teeth and hair brushing.

The first morning they were here, Christine had taken up this responsibility. If she was going to be stuck in here she was at least going to keep busy with something. Finishing up dressing the little kids she carried them to the bathroom to brush their teeth and hair. Of course they protested but she persisted until satisfied. The two upon being released ran out to play with the toys. Christine stayed in the bathroom until she was sure everyone was dressed and ready for another day of doing nothing.

Then she herself grabbed some clothes and grabbed the shower she hadn't taken last night. Coming out clean and dressed from behind the plastic curtain she went over to the sink to finish up. Once done, she admired herself in the mirror. Her gauzy skirt hung loosely down to her ankles and went well with her airy blue shirt and long braid. It was cool in the room so after putting her stuff away under her cot she threw on a poncho over everything.

Fatigue gripped Christine's body and she decided, as per her agreement with Dr. Crane, that she would get some sleep. With the children awake as witnesses she figured she would be safe, for now at least.

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Walking down the hallway towards the room full of children Dr. Crane paused to push up his glasses, which were constantly falling down his nose. He unlocked the door and walked in to tell the children what would doubtlessly excite them.

"Dr. Jon," Greg cried running up to him, "look what I can do!" The child proceeded to shove his entire closed fist into his mouth.

"Charming, Gregory," he commented. "Everyone, I have a surprise for you." His voice carried easily over the din and the voices stopped, all eyes fixed on him, except for Christine's, which were still closed in sleep. "We're going for a ride." There was an instant uproar as the children abandoned their toys and rushed towards him. "Follow the men outside the door and they will take you to the van." They obeyed him without hesitation, the older ones grabbing the younger ones by the hand and dragging them along.

Jonathan let them pass by before making his way to the cot in the back corner, which was still occupied by a sleeping Christine. A few wisps of hair had come un-tucked from her braid and were shading her closed eyes. Gently, almost lovingly, he brushed them back with his free hand. Unexpectedly she awoke immediately and grabbed his wrist before she was fully conscious. Opening her eyes and realizing whose wrist she was holding she released it and sat up.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded in a still sleepy voice. She swung her feet down and Jonathan stepped back to allow her room to stand. When she did they were face to face and Christine sidestepped him towards the door so she wouldn't be trapped again. Jonathan merely grinned at her obvious fear.

"We're going out," he told her, trying to walk around her to the door. In response she simply stepped back again blocking his path. "The children are waiting." He was getting impatient despite loving her reaction.

"Oh," she said breathlessly. She stepped backwards so she could keep him in her sight.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he teased, slipping into Scarecrow too smoothly.

"Said the insane psychiatric doctor," she remarked, still walking backwards. He matched her every step.
"You would know all about psychiatric doctors, wouldn't you?" Christine stopped walking and stared at him.

"Yes. Yes I would." Her voice was strained, her mind full of memories. She turned and walked through the open door deciding it wasn't worth arguing with Dr. Crane about her past.

Score: Scarecrow 2; Christine 0. Jonathan grinned at his alter ego's joke, but still took control again and stopped tormenting the girl. He followed her out and called out one last time. "Wait, there's something you need to know." Against her better judgment Christine stopped and turned to look at Crane who was catching up.

Once they were even he looked her strait in the eyes. "If you even think about running away," he whispered, "I will show you just how much med school teaches you about the human anatomy." He let his remark be interpreted as Christine wished.