Here we go! This will be the beginning of the end for Nirvana and Jonathan as we know it! Things start to get juicy here and now!

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Nirvana made it out the door with a reluctant Jonathan in tow. It was just a balcony, with a beautiful view of Gotham in the background. Nirvana took in the starless sky as the light of the city were to bright for anything beyond it to be seen. She turned back as Jonathan stood next to her, placing his briefcase down gently before Nirvana offered him a cigarette as she pulled two out of the pack in her hand. He took it and placed it in his mouth while she put the pack back in her purse before lighting her own cigarette. She placed the still burning lighter under his cigarette to light his as well. When it was lit, she closed the zippo style lighter and placed it back into her purse. Crane didn't smoke often, but he enjoyed when he did with Nirvana. She became a little more human-like and less of the untouchable being she portrayed. They both inhaled deeply and exhaled, smoke lingering around both of them.

"Where do I begin when it comes to Jonathan Crane? I suppose I'll start at the beginning," she stated coolly as she leaned up against the balcony wall. Jonathan took a small step closer to her so Nirvana wouldn't have to say her findings too loudly. She held her cigarette to her lips before beginning, inhaling one more time and as she began to speak, the smoke seemed to drip from her lips, "You weren't raised in Gotham. Most of your growing years were spent somewhere in the midwest. Maybe Nebraska? Or North Dakota. I know this because of the way you carry yourself and sometimes when you speak there is a very slight accent. Very slight though. And you weren't raised by your immediate parents. It was maybe an aunt or grandmother? But it was definitely a woman. You're actual parents aren't dead though. Well, they may be now, but not when they gave you away."

Jonathan kept himself steady as she spelled out his life, his eyes remaining on the top of her head as he listened. She was right so far but these were basics that anyone can find on the Internet if they looked hard enough. He stayed silent so Nirvana boldly continued, "This female relative was... cruel, for lack of a more accurate word. Religious zealot, I'm guessing. That I know because of your absolute lack of faith. She abused you, mentally and emotionally and physically. Said you were dirty and reeked of sin. The whole nine, I'm sure. But there is something else that differs from your run of the mill grannies. Something that hit a deeper part of you. I don't know what it is though," she explained before continuing, "You don't like women. Not women like me, people you don't even see as women anymore but as something else, you don't like talking to any women out of turn. They make you nervous. They make you angry. They bring up a memory you'd rather never talk about, it probably is someone who hurt you when you were younger, maybe your grandmother but again, I don't know," she paused, talking a slow drag from her cigarette as she felt Crane back down from his angry slowly.

"A classmate embarrassed me in front of a lot of people I was in high school with. I..." he began to explain but quickly shut down again, avoiding the entire conversation of what happened to him at that Homecoming party. "Needless to say, I've always been very weary of women because of that," he finished cooly, icy tones entering his voice.

"And thats also because you think you're ugly. You were awkward during puberty, your body growing faster than your weight could catch up with. Your skin was probably not great because your grandmother never took time to take care of you. This awkward phase mixed with the reclusive nature you get from children who experience abuse made it hard to make friends because, like it usually happened in small towns, looks were everything and intelligent people were nothing and they took you for granted. Teased you. Bullied you. So you think your appearance is still based on that one moment of your life where people stared at you because you were weird," she paused from this point again taking a large breath and turning her gaze to look directly at Jonathon, a kind but truthful glaze in her eyes, "Which isn't true. You grew up into a very beautiful man, Dr. Crane. People don't stare you because you're ugly. People stare at you because you're... stunning. Orderlies fawn after you, patients become obsessed, trust me," she added before her smirk formed on her lips, "I see it all the time. Between your height, your skin, the way you move, the way you hold yourself, your hair and how it contrasts with those absolutely gorgeous eyes, people can be shocked seeing you for the first time," she finished and waited for a response but she received none, "But it's only because there aren't many people in the world you look like you do."

Jonathan felt his stomach tighten as she explained this. He felt uncomfortable when he was complimented and he hadn't felt so off put in his entire life when it came to his looks. She was just saying that to be nice, no one believed that of him. No one truly felt that way. And as if reading him, Nirvana piped in again, "But I know you won't ever believe anyone who tells you that because the damage has been done. I understand, I feel it too," she added, her tone level but she turned her eyes away from him then. Jonathon kept his eyes down though he spoke this time.

"How anyone could say anything bad about your appearance is beyond me," he explained, a compliment but more of a factual statement coming from Jonathan. Nirvana smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Jonathon. But I was also an outcast in school. I was more concerned with getting out. With making the grade, being the best. And I didn't have nice clothes or cute hairstyles. I wore black all the time, and my eyes were always dark because I never got any sleep because I worked through high school because me and my dad were so poor, the extra income was needed, not wanted. Girls are cruel and so are boys. I've been tricked and made a fool of. I've been called ugly and fat and any other pathetic insult those half wits came up with-"

"Yet you want to help them. Why? They never did anything for you," Crane interjected, his comment harsh but Nirvana had heard it from him before. Nirvana continued;

"They were just kids and so was I, Jon. Now they are adults with kids of their own. They are just like my dad, struggling to work so hard for so little. I want to help them now. I wanted them to all rot in hell when I was young," she stated with a chuckle as she finished off her champagne and set the glass down and inhaled her cigarette, "All those things make us who we are. Whether they let us fall or hold us up depends on what we make of it."

Jonathon let that thought linger in his mind as he held his briefcase tight in his hand before Nirvana flicked her cigarette and took a few steps towards the door, "That's the end of this session, Dr. Crane. We can set up an appointment for later," she smirked at him before stepping inside and disappearing out of sight. Jonathon stood in the silence, his cigarette burned without him smoking more than 2 drags on it and just turned to ash as he held it in his free hand. He let everything settle in his mind before his own dry blank expression crossed his face. She had known all of it just by taking in the way he walked and talked. The way his presence was and she knew more but wasn't telling him. How much did she really know of him? Or did she ditch the conversation so suddenly because she knew nothing else? His mind wondered on the thought as he looked out on to Gotham. He had do this. He knew it now. To rid Gotham of the scum he mirrored and detested. He looked into the Gala and saw people drinking the punch but no effect seemed to be accuring. He knew it was a long shot to have tried the liquid version of his serum. But he thought that would be a less obvious way to drug his lab rats that night. He sighed and turned, placing his briefcase on the banister of the balcony. He opened it and began unwrapping each glass bottle inside, throwing the bubble wrap over the side of the banister carelessly. He looked down at the bottles once they were clear of their bubble wrap and ran his thin pale fingers over each one before he began taking off his suit coat and folded it carefully and draped it over the banister. He pulled the bottles out of the briefcase one by one and placed them on the banister as well but made sure his body hid them from prying eyes. He placed his jacket in the briefcase with gentle hands before pulling out something made of burlap and mesh. He looked at the material, running his finger tips over the fabric before feeling a rush of courage hit him. He pulled the mask over his face, the image of the Scarecrow coming into view, the mask looked frightening bare, with nothing but black eyes and a sewn on smile and nothing else. Inside he had upgraded it, the mouth and nose area were now protected from his own toxin. He took a bottle in between each finger keeping a strong grip on them as not to accidentally drop one.

He moved to the door of the gala, his breath shaking but as he walked through, he continued with his false courage and busted in with a loud bang. He stretched his arm forward and long legs carried him into the room with a long stride. People stared at him then, but with confusion as some laughed, thinking it was a Halloween prank that wasn't well executed. Atleast that was until he dropped the first glass bottle and it broke open, the gas quickly escaping and creating a circle around him. The laughter stopped quickly as sudden gasps happened and with that sharp intact of air, those around him suddenly began coughing and as their eyes opened, he knew it worked. They became blank and then suddenly filled with fear. Screams exploded and panic breathing filled the Scarecrow's ears and his it was almost like a weight was lifted off his chest. Like something blossomed under his skin and he chuckled loudly as continued his parade through the hall, "Oh Gotham. Let us really see what tricks this Halloween will bring!" His voice boomed over the music and the screams. He began throwing bottles in all directions them exploding in balls of orange gas and engulfing the people in the area it hit. Some people ran out the front doors but quickly halted when the gas took their hold.

Nirvana had been speaking with a socialite, before her eyes turned to the man in the mask as the sound of breaking glass caught her attention. She watched as people suddenly began screaming and heard the voice echoing throughout the hall and her eyes focused carefully on the man. "Jonathan?" She whispered before a bottle was thrown in her direction and she was covered in the orange gas. She coughed and felt the noxious fumes infect her lungs. Then suddenly everything went black. Her eyes were open but nothing darkness and silence consumed her. Her breathing became fast as she searched around for others. She didn't know what was happening, why couldn't she see, why couldn't she hear? Suddenly an extremely loud cracking of thunder echoed in the space she was in and she saw a flash of lightning in the distance. She backed away, only hitting something blindly as she was casted into darkness again. She heard unhinged laughter echo through the area before another crack of lightning and thunder following it, deafening loud and causing tears to fill her eyes. Why was she outside in this weather? Nothing unnerved her more than thunder and lightning. She feared it's power. It's sound. The laughter continued throughout the darkness as it became silent once again and then it happened again. It was so loud that it rattled her chest. She felt the twinge of electricity hit her skin. The tears flowed down her cheeks but she made no sound. She wanted no more sound. As she thought it, it happened again and again and again. Her chest became tight and she felt it hard to breath. Her lungs swelled and made it hard to get a breath in or out. She was having an asthma attack. She kneeled to the floor and scrambled for her purse but as she searched the floor of the space she was in, she felt her hand get trampled several times and pain shot through her entire arm. She still made no sound despite the pain in her fingers she continued to search desperately, her eyes blurring as her tears kept falling and she gave a shuttered sob as she tried to keep her focus but felt it impossible to keep her mind on the purse as her hand was screaming in pain the the thunder continuing in its loud rage. She gave up and curled up into herself, pulling her knees to her chest and laid her head down, crying in full force now. She was scared. She had never felt so much terror in her life. The laughter faded now and was only a distant humming. Her ears rang in pain as the thunder continued and somehow with her eyes closed she could still see the lightning. The blackness consumed everything else. She kept her face buried in her arms as she even heard a familiar face coming into the darkness but her labored breathing of an asthma attack kept her from registering who it was. She only cried out more as she tried to get herself together ask for help, she needed her inhaler. But her voice only come out in sobs as she tried her hardest to explain. To just calm down and explain what she needed but she couldn't get more than a few syllables out before she began sobbing again and her breathing only became worse and worse. She just needed her inhaler. She needed her inhaler.

She needed her inhaler, Jonathan felt himself suddenly be washed over in guilt and shame as he looked around for her purse with fast eyes and quickly found it by her side, and he dug through it with quick hands to find the blue and white inhaler inside it and grabbed her hand but she yelped out in pain. Jonathon looked at her hand and saw it was bruised and swollen, red and bleeding. He cursed himself and quickly grabbed her chin and forced open her mouth and squeezed the inhaler and heard the quiet hiss of the medicine releasing. He did it two more times and waited to see if she needed more.

Nirvana tasted the bitter taste of her inhaler in her mouth but quickly understood and the next two times she breathed in as deeply as she could before the inhaler was taken from her again. It was still so dark and the thunder boomed in her ears and she grasped out for the person helping her. Her hands only felt the mask and she went to touch it more her arm protested in pain. She was still crying but no sound escaped her now. She pulled her hands away and focused on her breathing in desperation to regain some of her composure. She felt her body being lifted, she kicked and punched at the force but to no avail. In her ear she heard a whisper.

"What do you see, Nirvana?"

She wanted to answer but only more tears came running down her face and she curled up into the force holding her.

Jonathon carried her out of the Gala, he felt he should be struggling to carry her, but the adrenaline must have been helping him. It worked. Everything worked. To his amazement and suprise, it really fucking worked. He didn't care about everyone else, but as Nirvana cried in his arms, he picked up the pace to the back door he had come in through. Why couldn't have she been in the bathroom or have seen it coming? Why did she have to be in the middle of it? He kicked open the back door and saw his vehicle with people around it. Immediately felt fear of being caught but he then saw them clawing their eyes and their own tears falling down their faces. More screams. He chuckled and pushed past them. He opened his back car door, struggling on holding the shivering woman as he did but he got the door open and leaned down to gently lay her on the back seat of the vehicle. She turned away from the presence of the other, curling into the leather though the smell of rain was now filling her senses.

Was this the calm after the storm? Would the darkness finally give way to clouds? Could she finally awake from this into the world that existed? Thunder still rolled in her mind but it seemed like it was leaving. Maybe, just maybe she could awake. She felt the slam of something as it rattled the place she laid and then felt the slam again. Lightning flashed but it was far from her minds eye. Just a line going across a wide open sky.

"Jonathon," she whispered in a hushed voice, causing blue eyes to look at her form in the review mirror, "Why did you do this to me?" She finished in a tired sound, but sadness laced her words. Jonathon's eyes widened as he looked at her back. His breathing hitched in his throat. Nirvana kept her eyes closed as she tried to focus on keeping the thunder away from her while Jonathon turned his eyes away from the woman in the back seat as he focused on keeping his hands steady on the wheel.

She knew. But, he had worked so hard. And she knew.

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Uh oh! What will Jonathon do?! We'll find out :3