Disclaimer: You know it. I don't own Batman blahblah...I don't own anyone in this story except Dr. (Rebecca) Chase.

Author's Note: Wow... it's amazing to think how bloody short my chapters are. I can't seem to get anything more down than half a page. oo;
Ah well. Anyhow, I finally bring in the next chapter.. the good ol' days.
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"Does it really matter that much to you?"

Both were standing in the abandoned hallway, staring each other down with their cold analytical gaze.

"I'm curious."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You know what they say, Crane. Curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought him back," Jonathan quipped easily.

Studying his features, Rebecca's lower lip quivered. "Oh fine." She pouted, giving in.

'About time her wall broke,' Jonathan thought to himself idly.

Rebecca slumped against the locker and slid to the floor. "I was so tired of them.. of all of them.. they didn't understand anything!" She fiercely stared at her converse shoes.

"So you wanted to kill one? The one that tore up your homework?" The amused voice bounced off the silent walls, making it louder than it really was.

"That homework was the best written work of human psychosis I've ever done! And that idiot just thought it was a couple hundred pages of nothing.." Rebecca stood and brushed off her clothes, then walked up to Jonathan and stared at him. "Please say you've found something.. something to get revenge on them. On all of them.."

Jonathan looked away from her searching gaze and looked at the hallway clock. It was thirty minutes past the class bell. "Maybe some other time," He nodded at Rebecca and went on his way.

"I'll find you again, Crane. Then you can't brush me off that way ever again!" Rebecca, fuming, stomped off to her own class.

Needless to say, Nicholas Burtrude wasn't in college. He didn't even finish high school, as Rebecca soon found out, on her way to pump gas into her vehicle.

Stepping out of the car, Rebecca sighed to herself. "Stupid tight-lipped bastard.. always keeping good secrets from me."

"May I help you?" A recognizable voice asked behind her, and Rebecca quickly turned to face him. It was Nicholas Burtrude, only four years older from when they last met on the football field. When the man saw who the woman was, he shook his head and went into the building nearby. He glanced out occasionly to see if Rebecca had left.

"He can't possibly still be afraid... I'm sure many people have almost killed him before." Rebecca pumped her own gas, and left back for the college after getting herself some lunch from Burger King.

Eventually at lunch, Rebecca did find Jonathan, sitting alone eating from a sac lunch. She sat down in front of him and handed him her Whopper, and rested her head on her hand, staring at him again.

"I'm not that hungry."

Rebecca's mouth twitched, before she replied, "Then I'll break it in half."

Jonathan shrugged and went back to eating his own peanut butter and jelly snadwich, keeping his gaze down on the table.

Quickly breaking the Burger King sandwich in a jagged lined half, Rebecca placed one half of the sadnwich on Jonathan's plastic wrap that was being burned by his gaze.

"There, you big baby." Rebecca began chewing on the other half hungrily, eventually taking sips of her Coke.

After minutes of silence passed by, Rebecca looked at Jonathan. "When I first saw you here in college, you acted a lot different than you are right now." Jonathan looked up slightly, and she could see tinges of the sleepless nights under his blue eyes.

"You know, maybe if you actually told me about that project, I'd be able to help you. Then you'd be getting a decent amount of sleep." Rebecca rolled her eyes slightly.

"I know what I'm doing, and I don't need your help." Jonathan mumbled.

"Oh yeah, you're doing wonderfully," Rebecca said sarcastically. "Especially since you look horrible because of the project, not getting enough sleep, not even eating healthy -"

"You count eating Burger King whoppers as healthy?"

Rebecca ignored his comment with a glare and went on. "And I can bet my entire tuition that your grades are slipping."

Jonathan finally looked up fully and made eye contact with his childhood ally. "It's not that hard to deduce..." He didn't want her to have the satisfaction.

"Hm," Rebecca smiled triumphantly. "The great Jonathan Crane, his college grades slipping.. now, I wonder who would call the media?"

"It's not as big as you think it is, 'Becca." Jonathan's eyes widened slightly. His treacherous mouth! He went on hurriedly. "I'm just researching chemistry and all the effects.."

Rebecca looked unbelieving, but it was probably true. "Take me to your Dorm Room." She wanted to see this for herself.

"How about," Jonathan suddenly stood and left the table. "Never?"

Narrowing her eyes after him, Rebecca also stood and followed. "Don't be a bloody jackass, Crane!" She hissed next to him.

"When I find it, I'll let you test it." Jonathan's blank features stared ahead.

Face contorted in confusion, Rebecca tried to think. 'What do you mean...?' She thought the unanswerable question.