Chapter 3
When she stepped into the room, she found that the reason of her being scared, was talking on his phone.
'Yeah, so it's okay?...Yeah, sure…okay, bye' he said, hanging up. When he looked back to see Lisa, he almost had a heart attack. She had crept in the room so quietly and quickly. He came to his sense and put on his work face (unemotional etc).
'Miss Reisert, how can I help you?' he asked.
'I'm supposed to give these to you to sign, but if this is a bad time, then…' she stammered. She didn't intend for that to happen, but if you truly fear someone, that's all that you seem to come out with.
'No, no, it's fine…' he replied, trying to ease her. He sensed her fear (being the Scarecrow, and all), but didn't want to add to it, especially since she was the one that got him out of his straightjacket.
As she walked out, she knew that she was a fool and that it wasn't going to make her job any easier. She had to swallow all of those horrible memories of her past experience with Jackson and get on with normal life. Cynthia was really the only one that knew what she was going through, but even that didn't help. Besides, Lisa knew what Crane was and why he had been one of the patients. It was all too much like Jackson had been; a psycho.
Sitting down, Cynthia looked at her with both concern and annoyance.
'You know that the boss isn't going to be too happy with how you're acting towards him…' she told Lisa.
Lisa looked at her friend.
'I know… But what if Crane suddenly decides to turn all Jackson-like? Then what do I do?' she answered.
'You know… You just get on with life…' she Cynthia said, putting a hand on Lisa's shoulder.
That night, Lisa was the only one in the building, except a few other staff (and the patients). Lisa knew that Crane was one of the people with her. That was why she had decided to take the night shift. She worked through a few dozen pages on the computer, all asking to update the details of her 'Crazies' (as Jonathan called them). Next came the dreaded signings. She signed her bits, but it needed Crane's to confirm it. Oh well, it wasn't going to hurt, getting over her feelings. She got up with a sigh. 13 steps to the door and in she went.
Crane looked up from his computer screen. Lisa put the papers on his desk.
'I suppose you can guess what these all need doing to them…' she smiled.
'Yep…' he smiled back, with a tired sigh.
Lisa stood there while he got out his pen and started to write. She hated Jackson because he had done something to her. Crane hadn't. All that he had done was being the Scarecrow. Scarecrow hadn't got her. So why did she hate Crane? Hating him wasn't going to make her life (or job) any easier. She was prepared to give him chance.
'Done…' he said, handing them back to her.
'Thanks…' she said back, smiling politely. As she turned back to the door, Crane asked her something.
'Miss Reisert, what do you know about someone called James Smith?' he asked.
Lisa turned back, a curious look on her face.
'A bit. Why?' she asked.
'No reason. I just want to know his occupation, amongst a few other things…' he told her.
Lisa looked at him.
'I'm not going to turn him in or anything…' he said.
'Okay, um, he's the Joker… He… is obviously against Batman… That sort of stuff…' she replied.