Here we go! Not too much of an intro this time so let's get started!

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Jonathon quickly started the car and began to drive. His eyes would look at the road and then stray to his passenger in the back and then back on to the road. What was he going to do? He couldn't just drop her off and pretend none of it happened. It would be on the news, he knew that for sure. And he wouldn't... he wouldn't kill her. Not Nirvana. He couldn't. He chewed on his lip in a nervous habit. He stopped at a stop light and looked into the distance. He saw the high rises coming into view as they approached the city limits. He looked back at Nirvana again. Her breathing seemed to be regulated. Her body was still curled up into itself but as he took more notice, he saw that she was sleeping. It didn't surprise him, he noticed many people sought the comfort of their dreams to hide from the nightmares he caused. He hated himself for putting her through this, he should have cancelled everything when he knew she was there.

But something in his chest... told him he did the right thing. He needed this one shot and despite his one slip up, it went well. Then something even deeper played on his mind... what had she seen? They had never talked much about their own fears. Did they talk about fear itself? Of course, it was his passion, she knew that. But about their personal fears? No. Nirvana had made it a point to keep that from him. And he had let it go. But now...

His eyes drifted back to the sleeping woman again. His curiosity was peaked. He had to know now. He pulled the car over in a quick jerk and sat in the front seat for a quiet moment. Thinking. He didn't know where he was even going to drive to. He got out of the vehicle and quickly opened the back seat and looked at Nirvana. Her breathing was soft, but her face told a different story. Her eyes darted this way and that behind her lids and her eyebrows were knitted together in frustration. She was dreaming with the fear gas still having its effect. He gently took the bobby pins and clips out of her hair, letting his fingers run over the dark black tresses as he released them until her long hair flowed over the leather seat.

"What do you see, Nirvana?" He spoke, his voice so gentle and soothing, Nirvana could almost swim in it. She opened her bright green eyes and still saw nothing, just darkness, thunder still played in her ears, but the sound of rain was louder now. She wasn't sure, but she was coming down from the high. She almost swore she felt the rain hitting her flesh, cool and delicate droplets seemed to wash away everything. The voice came again, still soft and sweet, as she felt a hand run over her cheek, a thumb wiping away whatever stains of tears still were left there.

"Tell me what you saw. I can make it go away, Dr. Nelson. But I have to know what you saw."

The thunder seemed to rile up as she felt anger come from her. Her eyes closed again and she spoke bluntly.

"Burn in hell," she recanted, her voice ragged, her throat sore from crying before. Anger seemed to fill the aura around them and Nirvana felt her chin being grabbed in a rough way and her head being jerked so that her face was facing towards the voice but when Nirvana opened her eyes again, all she saw was rain. Water. So much water and so much rain that she was suddenly scared to drown in it. But in the rain two bright blue eyes shone out in the darkness and a voice boomed out like the thunder she had been so scared of before.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU SAW."

Nirvana looked at him with scared eyes but they were unfocused. They weren't really seeing him but whatever her mind made her see. Jonathon scoffed and let go of her chin, where she dropped her head and curled back into herself, new tears falling.

"You're so weak, Nirvana. You can't handle a little bit of fear without breaking," he said, more to himself than to her. He slammed the back door shut and got back inside the front driver seat and started the car. He looked back to see Nirvana shaking as if she were cold. He turned his gaze away from her for the last time as he drove away from where he had parked and headed down a familiar path.

He knew where he'd take her. He knew exactly where he would take her.

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Nirvana woke with a start. She didn't remember falling back asleep. But she was laying in a bed. It wasn't comfortable. And it wasn't soft like her own. She sat up with her eyes wide open and still saw nothing but darkness. But it wasn't complete darkness, a peak of light was coming in. She looked around the room and saw that it was familiar in a way. She stared at everything for a long time till her eyes settled to a figure that was sitting on the floor. She forced her eyes to focus and saw him. His long legs were stretched out on the tile floor and he was looking directly at her though in his hands there was something brown. He looked disheveled, like he had been up all night. She breathed in slowly, trying to get her mind together. She remembered the party. The screaming. The darkness. She remembered the man in the mask and the orange gas. She scooted away from him, her back firmly pressed against the wall, reminding her she could only go so far. He sighed at her and shook his head.

"Nirvana I'm not going to hurt you," he stated calmly, placing his own head to rest against the wall behind him. "I just... need to keep you here. I can't have you running around telling everyone what you saw," he explained coolly.

"Where am I, Jonathon?" She stated firmly, her voice still gruff from the night before. She looked down at herself for the first time then. She wasn't in her dress anymore but in a t shirt and a pair of her own yoga pants. Her arm was wrapped in gauze. She looked back at him, "Did you change me? Where did you get these clothes from?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I didn't do anything, but you couldn't stay in that dress, it was filthy," Jonathon explained with a wave of his hand. "I grabbed some clothes from you apartment before I brought you here. I didn't want you to be stuck in the hospital clothes. You deserve better than that," he stated with a sad expression on his face. He turned his eyes down to the Scarecrow mask in his hands.

"I want explain," he began but Nirvana cut him off.

"Fuck off, Crane. Get me out of here," she spat viciously, putting weight on her arm as she leaned forward then immediately sitting back, cursing quietly, "I think my hand is broken, Jon. Someone has to set it properly," she stated quietly after that. Jonathon shook his head.

"I checked it myself. Just a sprain. No big deal," he stated quietly, keeping his eyes on the mask as he began, "Ever since I was little, I've always been afraid. My grandmother but me through hell and the damned city..." he shook his head angrily, "Until I finally was able to get them back. I was finally able to make them pay. Fear is such a beautiful thing, Nirvana. Such a beautiful thing. It is what makes this world turn and makes people get up in the morning. And you don't truly know someone till you see them afraid. It turns the docile violent and the strong into weaklings," he stated with a annoyed sigh, he ran his thumbs over the mask with a tender touch. Nirvana looked at the man with suspicious eyes, keeping her distance before his eyes shot up to look at Nirvana.

"Like yesterday, I saw the all powerful Dr. Nelson in all her class and grace fall in the face of adversary. What you saw made you so frail and weak yet," he held a finger as if to pause himself, "But God forbid you tell me what you fear, you had enough balls to keep it to yourself, you fucking bitch," he bit his lip to keep from continuing, a crazy smirk on his face. "I want to know what you fear and I can't let you run around telling the whole world who I am. So I think, I'll just keep you here," he stood from the ground slowly, before he rushed her on the bed, cornering her against the wall she already pressed up against. Kept her eyes focused on his, unflinching at the sudden movement, making him smile wildly and shake his head.

"So tough, aren't you, Nelson. You think just because you've seen bad that you can't see worse? I'll show you worse," he pushed away from the wall and moved towards the door.

"I'll scream. Someone will hear me, someone will let me out," she stated coolly, keeping her place against the wall, her heart betraying her frozen facade.

"Silly girl. No one will hear you. You think you know this asylum, but you haven't seen the closed wings. No one will come down this hallway. No one will hear you. Nobody has heard the others," he stated, giving a raise of his eyebrow.

"You can't do this, Crane. This is fucking crazy. You aren't going to get away with it. Just let me out and I'll get you a nice cell in maximum security," Nirvana stated boldly, keeping her eyes on him as he moved towards the door.

"Nelson, I've been getting away with it since I was a freshman in college, interning here. Testing new serums and formulas. Some of died. Let's hope you're tougher than them," he opened the door and quickly exited the room, looking at her through the tiny window in the door before chuckling before shutting the door of the window with a quiet snap. Nirvana quickly moved from the bed, her feet sore but she hadn't moved so fast in her life.

"Help me! Help me, he's crazy, please help me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She heard the chuckling continued on the other side of the door.

"We'll discuss your treatment tomorrow morning. I'll bring dinner later," she heard his voice come through the door. She banged the door with her good hand and kicked it as hard as she could without harming her bare feet. She continued screaming for what felt like hours. The room was pitch black and her eyes strained to see something in the darkness. Her breathing was ragged when she had finally finished screaming. She had fallen to the floor, crying quietly, keeping her eyes shut, her head resting again the door. She sniffled as she stayed in this position for a while. Her hand hurt, her throat hurt, her eyes hurt, and mostly her head hurt. Her stomach grumbled painfully but she didn't move. She just cried.

What was she going to do? She couldn't be stuck in this cage. What if Crane was caught and he didn't tell anyone she was there. What if he just let her die? She felt so weak and decided take her body to bed. She stood and moved to the lumpy bed and laid down in the darkness. She continued crying quietly, curling up into herself, wrapping her arms around herself despite the pain burning through her hand. Hopefully when dinner came, so would a blanket. Gotham autumns were a cold place to be. With no power or heat running through the abandoned building, she wouldn't be surprised if she just never woke up. She wasn't even sure she wanted to wake up at this point.

She slept restlessly till she heard the latch at the bottom of the door open and slide under the door. Probably her dinner, but she couldn't find the strength to even move. So she didn't. She would just lay there until Crane the next morning. If he even come back at all.

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I'm gonna push out these chapters as fast as I can while the brain juices are flowing.

What will Nirvana's treatment be? What will Crane do when he starts seeing Nirvana get her strength back? When and what will the first experiment be? Stay tuned!