Been a long time coming.

He supposed, in hindsight, this had been a long time coming the very moment the first of November rolled around after the events on Halloween. In some ways he was surprised it had taken this long to happen.

Jonathan had been quietly sitting in his cell, Edward away at a therapy session, when all hell had broken loose.

It had started out as a small explosion down the hall, followed by a massive one right outside his cell and there he lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, bitting down on his lip to stop himself from crying out as pain shot up and down his bad leg, before he found himself staring up at a glowing skelentol figure.

"Hey Scarecrow," the figure snarled. "Remember me?"

Jonathan blinked as he stared up at the figure. He wasn't ringing any bells.

"You probably don't recognise me, understandable, since the last time you saw me I was falling head over a railing into a tank of phosphorus by your little attack dog. How is the Knight now days? I heard he betrayed you, can't imagine why."

Slowly Jonathan got to his feet. "You… seem to know a lot… though I don't know how."

"You used your damn toxin on me.. well Simon did, good old Simon, that lying cheating back stabbing- I wanted no part in this and then you took my device… my creation to heal and turned it into a weapon!"

"The… cloudburst…?" Jonathan trailed off with a frown. "But that was built by-." he froze and clamped his mouth shut as he suddenly realised who it was that was standing in front of him. "Doctor Sartorious… pyrophobic…"

"Yeah…" the man chuckled as he held his burning hands up to his face. "The ironies not lost on me either. I guess fate has a sense of humour."

"I played no part in what happened to you."

"You made the chemical, the toxin that drove me insane!"

"Now here's a psychological question… are you truly insane if you know you're insane?"

Sartorious growled before he held his hands out towards Crane, the hands beginning to glow. "Well… we'll never know will we?!"

Jonathan dived out of the way as he blasted at him, only just managing to dodge, before he scampered to his feet and shoved past the glowing and burning man.

"Oh, where are you going Doctor Crane?" Sartorious called after him as he followed. "I want to see if Scarecrows made of meat burn as well as those made of straw."

If he had been a lesser man he might of began crying at he idea, but being set on fire was an occupational hazard to one who decides to clothe themselves in burlap, you get used to it.

Another blast happened in front of him and he was frown backwards towards the danger.

Not good, definitely not good!

Jonathan lay on the ground wheezing slightly. That had hurt more then it used to, he remembered a time when he could take hits like that just like a walk in the park. Now days… not so much. God he was getting old.

As fast as was possible he scrambled to his feet and began to run as fast as his bad leg would take him.

"Paging Doctor Crane!"

Another blast right next to him had Jonathan slamming against the wall.

Groaning he slowly got to his feet, using the wall as a support.

Yeah, he used to be able to take hits like that a lot better.

Where were the guards when you needed them? Wait… wait a minute… where was anyone?!

Jonathan felt his eyes widen as he realised something, something drastically bad.

No one was here. They must've known Sartorious was coming and moved everyone, so he would die. He couldn't blame them he supposed, they had their reasons, after what he did on Halloween he was surprised it had taken this long for someone to try and get some retribution.

Still he wasn't keen on the idea of dying… never had been… maybe that's why he didn't let himself just drift off after Killer Croc attacked him.

Another blast sent flying backwards and he landed hard against the floor. He saw above the ringing in his ears and the spinning in his head he heard a sickening crack and snap come from his rib cage.

Now he cried out, rolling over on to his hands and knees as he coughed out blood and spat it from his mouth.

"Look at you."

Jonathan slowly glanced up at the glowing green figure.

"How could anyone be scared of you," Sartorious went on. "You're pathetic. You can't even take a few hits and you're already wailing like a baby. Why was I ever scared of you, why was anyone ever scared of you? You're nothing!" he kicked Jonathan in the ribs and Jonathan coughed and spluttered as he spat more blood, his breathing becoming rasping. "You're nothing, just a scrawny!" one kick. "good for nothing!" another kick. "scarecrow!" another kick.

Jonathan tightened his hands into first as he lay on the floor coughing and spitting more blood out. His ribs were killing him and it was hard to breath, finding himself wheezing through his teeth.

Yes, he used to take hits like this a lot better.

"Now, I'm finally going to end it!" Sartorius cried as he began to form a fire ball in his hand.

"Sartorious…"

"Oh is this the part where you beg? Beg me to spare your life, like I did!?" Sartorious shook his head. "Nah, that's not sliding, you know I'm doing you a favour in some ways. At least if you're dead, you don't have to watch your life fall apart, you don't get to watch your loved ones have heartbreak that you can't do anything about, at least when you're dead you don't get to see how much you failed!"

Jonathan shook his head. "You don't get it, do you Sartorious?"

The one in question glared down at him.

Jonathan began to laugh between coughs. "In trying to beat me and kill me, you've become me. If you kill me you'll past the point of no return."

"I've killed before!"

"Then you've already past it… on you poor deluded fool, Sartorious, I almost feel sorry for you," Jonathan gave him a look, before smirking slightly. "Almost."

"No… you don't… you don't get to take this away from me!" Sartorious screamed as he raised his glowing hand. "And the name is Phosphorus!"

Out of no where a vine wrapped around Sartorious's wrist and he went wide eyed before he was thrown backwards at quite an alarming rate before smashing through a wall and falling unconscious.

"That's quite enough of that," Ivy cemented as she walked out of the shadows. "I agreed to distract everyone, as did Waylon, but I did not agree to let you kill him," she glared at the unconscious form before looking down at Jonathan. "You look terrible."

"Understatement of the year," Jonathan coughed as he slowly sat up. "Thank you."

Ivy raised an eyebrow. "My god… was that actually a 'thank you' from you? You must of hit your head really hard."

He chuckled before coughing again and spitting out more blood. "I concur that I did but… still, thanks."

"Well as much as I 50% of the time hate your guts, I do like you 20% of the time."

"And the other 30%?"

"You're… tolerable."

Jonathan smirked. "What a weird relationship we have."

"I believe it is the only type of relationship we could have."

"You would be correct."

"You did kill me after all."

"For which I am sorry for."

"How hard did you hit your head?"

"Pretty hard."

"It's showing."

They smiled at each other before Jonathan frowned. "I think I'm going to faint."

"You look like you're going to faint."

"You won't feed me to a giant potted plant will you?"

"They prefer meals with actual meat on their bones and not walking corpses such as yourself."

"Ever the charmer."

"You're one to talk."

When he didn't respond and all Ivy heard was a dull thud she looked down to find that he had indeed fainted from his injuries. Hospital and medical staff would be making their way over soon, she should probably leave else it wouldn't look good.

Ivy turned on her heel before casting one last glance at Jonathan and she smiled. "Get well soon, my Scarecrow." before she left, walking through the double doors leaving a faint smell of lavender as she went.

THE END.

Note: Yay! Ivy to the rescue, she's still slightly human after all.

Wow guys, we're heading towards the last leg now, I can't believe we finally got here, honestly looking back at the stories and how many people have enjoyed this... I'm honestly shocked, I didn't realise it would be come so popular.

Also, wanted to ask, what are your thoughts on the Telltales Riddler? I'm a big Riddler fan girl so I was really looking forward to see him and he did not disappoint, I really liked him, wanted to hear your guys thoughts cause I'm contemplating maybe doing a one shot based in that universe of Riddler and my OC Sphinx, for the fun of it.

Anyway stay tuned for the last few episodes of this... series? I guess it's a series! Then series 2, After Arkham will begin! :D Honestly can't wait.