A/N: I've decided to be nice and do a little more to this fic, because personally, I don't like how it turned out. Okay, so this is going to be a little weird, but I still say Crane is better than Rippner. End of story. And this has nothing to do with the fact that I have to much free time… So, as always, please Read and Review.

A little note: When I said 'Fantastic four', I meant that from Crane's perspective. To him (in his cell), they were the 'Fantastic four'. A word of warning, as well; this next piece obviously has something to do with drugs, so watch out.

About two weeks later, Lisa was getting back to normal; she now had a proper boyfriend (one that didn't try to gas her with fear toxin, anyways). Jackson seemed to be the perfect gentleman, and he was. He always put her before himself, and he had given up his 'managerial' job, and was now manager of a bank. She just decided to enjoy it (but still be on her guard. She wasn't going through all that again). So, on the Wednesday, Jackson came home early. He often did that, just to have some extra quality time with her (he knew better than to come home earlier on a Tuesday and a Thursday. That was when James, Michelle, and/or Cynthia came over to see her). Personally, he would prefer a nice quiet evening with just Lisa than with three of her friends added.

She knew that he was coming home because that was what he did every Wednesday. She stood looking out of the window for him to arrive. She waited and waited, but he still didn't come. It wasn't like him. She started to worry. Suppose some of his old bosses had got to him? Suppose he wasn't even coming, out of choice? Another woman perhaps? She stopped herself right then and there. She wasn't going into too much detail, in case she was sick. Well, it was partly due to the fact that another car pulled up on the drive as well. She watched it stop. Then James beeped his horn. Lisa smiled, as she watched all three of them get out. She rushed for the front door, and opened it. She greeted them, and they came in the door, and into the front lounge.

'So, where's Mr. Hero got to?' Michelle asked, sitting down with the other two.

'I really don't have a clue…' Lisa answered.

'Where do you think he… ?' Cynthia started.

'I'd prefer not to go into that, okay?' Lisa cut her off, hastily.

'Okay, so, come sit down, and we can talk!' James said, changing the subject. Lisa did as she was told and sat on the sofa with them. Cynthia held up some DVD's to her;

'Choose!' she said, handing them to Lisa.

She took them. What was there? Red eye, 28 days later, Breakfast on Pluto (the cover made her smile. It looked like Jackson, only, he was wearing lipstick), Zoolander, From Hell…

'I'll say this one…' she answered, giving the DVD's back, 28 days later poking out.

'Okay then… You sure? Not too gory for you?' Michelle asked. Lisa shook her head, as Cynthia put it in the machine.

Maybe it wasn't Wednesday after all. Maybe it was Tuesday…

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Back in town, Jackson was late, and he didn't really want Lisa disappointed. Hopefully those idiots hadn't come to see her… No, it was Wednesday, and his watch had stopped. Usually, he would have come home at about three, but instead, it was half-four. Lisa wasn't going to be happy… He had a client to see. The man was a doctor at Arkham, and hadn't been able to get out of his office, so Jackson had to go there, instead. The meeting was almost over, anyway. The man was filling out some of the final papers on a mortgage, and then Jack could be on his way.

'So, weren't you at this asylum a few weeks back?' the man asked.

'No. I don't think so…' Jack answered.

'Yeah, you were. You used to work here… But you changed your name'

Something rung a bell at Jackson.

'Oh, you mean Crane? No, he's my brother. He's… a patient now…'

'Ah… Because I have some of his things in my other office…'

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As he got into his car, Jackson was looking at what his client had given him. They were in a cardboard box. A few spare ties, a spare pair of glasses, a photo, a wallet, an envelope opener, and a container of some sort. As he got into the car, he took the container out and looked at it. Then he noticed that there was something else in the box; a mask. On closer inspection, Jackson saw that it had some sort of breathing apparatus fastened inside. He could only guess that it was a spare scarecrow mask. It looked like it, anyway.

Why not try it on? It wasn't like it had some magnetic pull on you when you put it on. It wasn't like it instantly made the person wearing it go insane. It wasn't like it did anything to you…

He looked in the mirror at his cloaked face. As he looked closely, he noticed something that he would have preferred not to have done; he looked more like Jonathan now than ever. It was the eyes. He knew that they both had the same shade as each other, but he had never really thought about it until now. It wasn't a pleasant experience for him. Then again, it never had been (but now more than ever, knowing that you looked likes someone that you had killed). He had always been jealous of Jonathan. Jon had better morals than he did, Jon was always getting better grades than he was, and it was Jon that got a girlfriend first. Jackson was just thankful that the table wasn't turned and he was the first one to bite the dust, like Jonathan had. And Jon had hated jack so much that he changed his name; he didn't want to be associated with the family if it included Jack.

So why not see what all the fuss was about? Jonathan had had all the fun becoming a feared member of Gotham, so what was the attraction? Was it just to get back at Jack for all the times that he had picked on him, or was it something else? Something… something so appealing that even the most respected and 'good' citizens couldn't resist?

Jackson opened the box that he had been looking at a few minutes ago. It was full of a white powder of some sort. Cocaine? No, it wasn't like that. It had a weird smell to it. As Jack breathed in some accidentally, he saw something horrible out of the window; Jonathan. He was in the mask, and everyone outside was coughing and choking from its fumes. Then he turned to face Jackson.

That was when it ended. It had been a hallucination. So that was what it was; hallucinogen of some sort. This could be useful…