Only fear to play with.
Doctor Kellerman: Today I have another interview with Crane. I cannot say I am looking forward to it. I've been feeling anxious. I don't like to admit it, but… I think he's getting to me.
Scarecrow: How are you today?
Doctor Kellerman: I keep telling you, this is my session.
Scarecrow: It was your session, Doctor, but not anymore.
Guard: You okay Doc?
Doctor Kellerman: I think… yes… I.
Scarecrow: Oh he's fine, just questioning his grip on reality. You should be doing the same any second…
Guard: Mom, is that you? Wait, what are you doing?
Doctor Kellerman: Get off of me… Help. I need help here… I can't breathe…
Scarecrow: Like I said… Your all part of my experiment now!
(End Tape.)
Scarecrow was one of those villains you didn't annoy, it was just something you didn't do.
The reason? Fear toxin.
Though, there were other ways of becoming effected by his toxin, it would usually be because you were new and he was curious to find out what you feared.
That's what seemed to be happening here.
Scarecrow lunged at Jester and Edward's stupid primal instincts that instructed him to look after the child because she was young, made him go in front of her before his normal way of thinking could get a say in it.
He yelped as the needle pierced his skin, he felt the liquid enter his veins and there was nothing he could do about it.
Scarecrow simply frowned, before smirking. It may not of been his target, but he wouldn't pass up on an opportunity like this… but surely Jonathan, being an ex-psychologist, would of guessed that Edward's instincts would of made him get in the way, unless… He had a second needle and he was simply getting Edward out the way.
That damn toxin!
Edward's world tilted, his vision flickered and the scene before him melted and then he was standing in his kitchen or at least the kitchen his parents had in their house.
The tiles where cracked and there was blood staining the floor, all of it was Edwards or his mothers, his dad did not take kindly to washing and he never left his poor mother alone long enough for her to clean the tiles.
He prayed that it wouldn't be his worst fear he would see…
He took a few steps back turning round when he bumped into something and he screamed.
It was his mother, she was hanging though, it was the day she hung herself, oh god why this?!
Edward had found her when he was 8 she had always been good to him, always encouraging, she knew he was smart and his father hated it.
In the end, it was all too much for her and she found her own way out, not that Edward blame her, it was one of the reasons in any of his sessions he would never mention his mother, he didn't want people thinking she was also responsible for him becoming what he was now.
He loved his mother, he would always love his mother and now here she was hanging in his kitchen.
It wasn't fair!
"You pathetic moron!"
He froze to the spot turing to find his father, a smirk on his face, the belt slapping against his palm.
Edward shrank back. No, not him!
"Stupid little worm," his father growled as he took a step closer, still slapping the belt. "Who's gonna save you now?"
The belt was raised, Edward closed his eyes begging and pleading for his father not to hurt him and then he screamed.
Jester stood slightly shocked as Edward lay curled in on himself, screaming and crying.
What the hell was he seeing? Jester didn't want to know.
"So little Jester, you've seen what has done to your protector, lets see what it will do to you," Scarecrow hissed, jumping towards her.
Jester flipped backwards and it was then that she noticed his voice was slightly different.
What had Eddie told her about Jonathan? Oh that was it. He had a split persona, the Scarecrow side of him sometimes took over and that's when Jonathan became dangerous.
"I'd hate ta' disappoint ya' Jonny, but I don't fear anything," she said, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Everyone is afraid of something!"
"Even you?"
"I fear nothing!"
"Then it can't be everyone can it, only most people," Jester laughed as she dodged another one of his attacks, oh where were the guards?
"You do fear something. You fear being alone, that's why you hang around with that fool Nigma!" Scarecrow growled.
"He ain't a fool and I ain't scared of being alone!" Jester growled.
"Oh? But you are afraid of something!"
Jester narrowed her eyes. "Look at my face!" she snapped while pointing at it. "Do you honestly think, there is anything left in this city! In this entire world that I have left to fear?!"
Scarecrow paused and stared at the girl.
That was all Jester needed she quickly kicked him in the chest before she sprinted over to Edward.
He was still crying and screaming, begging what ever he was seeing to stop hitting him.
Jester frowned and gently stroked his hair, cooing to him, telling him it was all okay and that no one was going to hurt him.
One thing Jester was good at, oddly enough, was comfort. She'd always been good at it.
He was slowly calming, but Jester could tell he was still suffering, she turned and spotted Scarecrow getting to his feet and getting ready to attack when the guards finally arrived and took him out.
"I don't think I like Jonny's Scarecrow side much Eddie, he's not friendly."
Edward gave a breathy laugh, despite still trying to fight away the demons of his past. "He's… he's the worst side of Jonathan, he has no control over him. It's not Jon you should ever be afraid of Jester, it's Scarecrow. Jon only likes to study the fear, Scarecrow likes to inflict it on people."
"What's it about fear he's so interested in?" Jester wondered out loud as she helped him to his feet.
Edward sighed. "It's all to do with his past. Like it is for most of us."
Jester nodded. "Scars right?"
"Yes."
She grimaced and sighed, helping him along until he gripped her arm to stop.
"What is it Big bro?"
Edward nodded in the direction of some guards bringing a patient out of intensive treatment, but he was dead.
"One of the other animals must of gotten out," Quincy Sharp said, holding his cane tightly to his chest, a stiff upper lip on his face.
Edward narrowed his eyes. He was studying Sharp, he could recover from fear toxin quite quickly now, having been around Jonathan for so long, he was slowly growing a small amunity to it.
Sharp's eyes were cold, no remorse for the patient no emotion directed at him other then hate and disgust.
Doctor Young came over to him, she was talking to him, she seemed stressed, worried, scared even, her knuckles were white as she clutched her clip bored to her chest. Sharp seemed annoyed at her, he wasn't shouting but he was snapping at her, Doctor Young seemed scared she was feebly trying to argue with him about something, but what?
Edward took another quick glance at the paranoid schizophrenic that had 'apparently' been attacked by another patient.
He couldn't see in close detail, but he could tell, that even from this distance that the injuries that had killed the inmate were not from fists, more a cane, like a round handle of cane, rather much like one Quincy Sharp had…
His eyes widened as realisation dawned on him.
Quincy Sharp had attacked the patient.
Quincy Sharp had killed the patient.
Edward growled slightly. How could he have been so blind? Sharp had obvious mental problems. Hand't Strange been treating them?
"Well, looks like Titan is going to be a hoot," Jester said while she giggled.
Edward frowned. "What?"
"Oh nothing Eddie, you'll find out tomorrow, think of it as a surprise if you will."
Edward hated surprises.
"Jester, what do you know?"
"What you don't know won't kill ya' Eddie. Besides, it's a nice surprise, might even get rid of a certain pointy eared nuisance."
Edward sighed and looked back at the scene in front of him, the Warden turned towards them and glared at them and Edward glared back.
"I don't trust Sharp."
Jester glanced towards him and frowned herself. "Don't worry, my boss and Harley are going to have a word with him tomorrow night."
Edward smirked and walked away with Jester back towards the mansion and the botanical Gardens, it would soon be time to do the final preparations in the night to get everything ready for tomorrow night.
"Just promise me one thing Jester," Edward muttered as they headed back to their cell block.
"Hmm? Yeah big brother R?"
"Stay away from Victor Zsasz."
Jester saluted and grinned. "A- okay Eddie! No way am I going near that guy, he creeps me out."
"I believe he creeps everyone out."
"Nu uh! My boss loves him! Says he's got a real good sense of humour."
"Debatable."
Jester shrugged. "I'm just repeating what I hear. Say, what is it between you and my boss? He likes you but you hate him."
"I am not fond of him."
"I.E…?"
"I hate him."
Jester giggled and happily skipped away. "So does that mean, that's the reason you're leaving when the surprise party happens?"
Edward looked at the back of her black and white head. She was becoming too clever for her own good. He didn't mind her being a little clever, she was one of the few people he could have an okay conversation with, but now. She was becoming dangerous.
"What happened between you and Black Mask?" he asked casually.
The skipping stopped straight away.
"A bad joke," was the simple reply he got. He paused and stared at her for a long time.
That didn't sound good. "Are you going to tell me-?"
"No."
"And why not?"
The glare he received was answer enough. She wasn't going to tell him anything about it, at least not yet anyway. She may do, but by the look on her face, it was clear she wasn't going to spill any time soon and he hated not knowing.
He was loathed to ask Harley, she would eventually blabber it to Jester and nothing good would come out of that predicament.
He sighed and caught up with her. "Fine, fine. I'll work it out, but… wait a minute, I though you had a sister?"
There was another pause, her eyes turned practically icy as she glared at him. "Had a sister, I had a sister."
"Oh… did she die?"
"In my eyes, yes."
Edward paused again.
She obviously didn't want to carry on the conversation and he wisely decided to go a different way. "So, you want to beat up Calendar man to avenge your parents? You do not have to answer, I know I am right."
"Then why ask? Ya' worried you may be wrong?" she snarled.
This, apparently, didn't seem to be a good way to go either. "No, little girl I am not. I am never wrong."
"How do you know, when you're never right, you moron!"
Edward growled and grabbed her shoulders hard. "Don't you ever, call me a 'moron' ever again Jessica!"
Jester was stunned into silence at the tone, but she glared right back. "Why?! It you naughty name or something?"
Edward's eye widened a fraction, before they went back into the icy blue slits of anger they had been only a few minute ago.
Jester's glare softened. "Oh," she said in realisation. "It was, wasn't it?"
"Among other things."
"Oh… sorry Edward."
He blinked in shock. No one had ever apologised to him, if that didn't catch him off guard the 'Edward' did.
"Call me Eddie," he sighed. "It feels strange when you call me Edward," he muttered.
Jester grinned. "So… we still friends?"
Edward sighed and let go of her. "Yes, I suppose we are."
"YAY!" she squealed, giving him a bone crushing hung.
Edward winced. "Okay, you can let go now."
"No thank you, this is like, the closets thing to contact I've ever had with you and besides… you are my big bro after all!"
"If you wish to keep said 'big bro' I suggest you refrain your grip around my ribs. Incase you didn't know already Jester, oxygen is very important for survival."
"Oh!" Jester said giggling as she let go. "Sorry Eddie."
Edward rubbed his ribs before smirking at her. "It's fine. Now, come on, we have two more trophies to hide and then we can rest and wait for tomorrow.
"Sure thing Big brother 'R'! By then way, you're the best big brother I've ever had!"
"I'm the only big brother you've ever had."
"Not true!"
"What?"
"Oh you don't know do you Eddie?"
"Know what? Jester, tell me!"
"Sorry Eddie, spoilers."
T.B.C:
Okay guys, I know it's all kinda serious at the moment but don't worry, we'll get to some other funny bits soon, promise you that guys! :) and that you to all of you that have faved, followed and reviewed it means the world to me, thank you! :)
