Chapter Five – Side Effects May Vary

"Doctor Crane?" her sweet and subtle voice questioned as she got up from her seat on the couch in his office.

"Yes, Miss Matthews?" he addressed as he watched her walk up to his desk, her paperwork held close to her chest almost protectively.

"Would you check these documents to make sure I filled them out correctly… please?" she never once made eye contact with him, just held the papers out expectantly.

Jonathan let out a frustrated sigh as he took the papers from her tiny hands; she made him feel like he was back at Gotham University, that he was the Professor and she his apple polishing little student.

And what a fine teacher's pet you would make.

His eyes roamed her body as he thought this, taking in her thin white satin blouse and knee length black wool skirt.

No tights today? How easy it would be for me to slide my hands up those shapely thighs and…

"Of course I will look over your work, Miss Matthews." He cut his daydreaming short. "After all, that is why I am here, to teach you." He flashed a coy grin before turning his gaze to the paperwork in his hands.

She patiently awaited his criticism, biting nervously at her bottom lip the entire time.

"Miss Matthews…" he said in a dissatisfied tone while briskly flipping through the papers.

"Yes, Doctor Crane?" there were butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated his words.

"None of these are correct, they are completely wrong in fact!" he was outraged by her sudden carelessness, how dare she present him with this type of work.

"I… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to fail you, I…" she sounded as if he had just shot her puppy in the face.

He said nothing in reply to this, just angrily threw her papers onto the top of his desk before leaning further back in his leather office chair.

"Come here, Miss Matthews." He commanded her, his jaw set tightly with irritation.

She immediately obeyed, walking around the desk to stand right in front of where he sat staring up at her with disdain.

"Good, now… get down on your knees." It was not a request, and the frightened look she sent told him she knew better than to disobey.

"Doctor Crane, I really am sorry I-" she practically sobbed while taking her time to get down on one knee and then the other.

"I don't want to hear anymore of your pathetic excuses, Miss Matthews!" he snapped at her before she could finish her sentence, he then leaned forward in his seat until they were face to face. "That's all that seems to come from that sweet little mouth of yours, one useless excuse after another!" he kept his eyes focused on hers the entire time, intimidating her as best he could with his stare.

She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing; apparently she decided it was best not to fuel his anger any further.

Clever girl.

"Now…" he began to say, leaning back in his chair to how he was seated before. "I do believe I am going to have to teach you some discipline." To this her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"Discipline?" came her small and unsure query; he let a satisfied smile grow on his face.

"Yes, how will you learn if I do not correct you accordingly, Miss Matthews?" Oh how he was loving this game, it didn't matter if she was playing or not, he was. "Now, unfasten by belt."

It was as if all of the light had been drained from the room, as well as the color from her face. She just stared at him blankly, mouth agape as usual, completely lost in what was happening at the moment.

"I... I don't understand…" she stammered with dread at the thought of his intentions.

Jonathan took off his glasses and flung them onto his desk in the same frustrated manner he had flung her papers only moments ago. She was really starting to piss him off.

"Miss Matthews, please do not make me tell you twice." He rubbed his eyes as he reprimanded her. "You will find that I do not like repeating myself, and if I am ever made to do so the punishment will be much worse than anything I can make you do here and now." He then sent her a deadly look as he finished.

She didn't say another word, only brought her trembling fingers to his belt and began to fumble with the buckle loosening the ends from his pant's loops, she struggled to remove the prongs from their holes, tightening the belt a bit too tight, stealing a small amount of his breath. She looked up, and grimaced an apology, before continuing her task. It took her a few seconds, but she finally completed the task and then pulled her hands away from his crotch as quickly as possible, he couldn't help but let out a soft snort of laughter to this.

"Very good…" he was mocking her now. "But I am afraid our little lesson is far from done. Now, unzip my pants like a good girl." His tone had completely changed from stern and in control to almost light and satirical.

She shook her head from side to side in defiance, reminding him of a disobedient child, her wide innocent eyes further emphasizing this to him.

"Am I going to have to repeat myself?" there was a dangerous warning to his voice that made her even more nervous than she already was, causing her to anxiously chew on her bottom lip. His eyes carefully watched her teeth as they grinded against the delicate flesh of her lip, he grew impatient now. "Do as I say!" he practically shouted at her in a fierce predatory growl, she visibly jumped from fright at his change in temperament.

"Okay… alright…" she weakly muttered in submission as her hands shot back up to his pants, he had broken her.

Finally, I knew it would be an easy task.

He spread his legs a little farther apart as her fingertips grasped the metal tab of his pants' zipper, she then hesitantly drug it downward, parting the metal teeth one by one. Once the job was finished she began to recoil her hands just as before, only this time he quickly reached out and grabbed her right wrist in his hand before she could escape.

"Not so fast, Miss Matthews… I think we can put this hand to good use, don't you?" he was back to his almost teasing mood again, and she was even more confused than before.

Without warning he shoved her right hand into the opening of his pants, causing her to unintentionally grasp him bare. She gasped loudly at the sudden realization of what she was holding in her hand, the taut, smooth skin of his erection.

"Good girl…" he cooed as he released his grip on her wrist, he then brought his hand up to unfasten the button at the waistline of his dress pants. "Now let's see how well you can follow direction." He undid the button and let out a satisfied sigh as all of him was finally freed from the tight confides of his slacks.

She made a subtle sound of disgust as she turned her face away from the sight of him, her hand still holding him in the same limp grasp the entire time, she was too afraid to even let go.

"What's the matter, Miss Matthews, you act as if you have never seen a hard on before?" it was a question that she wasn't meant to answer; he had only said it to break her even more. "Let's see how well you can use that little mouth of yours." His words caught her off guard and she shot her face back in his direction.

She was sending him that wounded little lost bunny look again; this of course only made him even harder in her hand.

"Come now, Miss Matthews, no need to be shy." His breath was heavier now, and his words came slower. "I'm sure you are going to excel in this department, what with those full lips of yours…" he licked his own lips once he said this, his eyes falling to her mouth only to linger there a mere moment before traveling to her chest. "Unbutton your blouse." He then commanded her, she began to release her grasp on his erection when he stopped her with his words. "No! Use your other hand."

His impatience was starting to get the better of him; he took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself. He watched intently as she began to unbutton her shirt with a shaky left hand, it was taking a little longer than he liked but he decided not to mention this. Once she was down to the last button he took the moment to enjoy the now unobstructed view of her small lace covered breasts.

Damn brassiere.

"Very good. Now back to the job at hand." He stated as she looked down to the floor with embarrassment; he couldn't help but grin at this. "I want you to wrap those full lips of yours around me." She looked back up at him with pure terror in her eyes, he was really getting off on this now. "Don't give me that pathetic look, Miss Matthews, just start sucking my cock!" he howled at her with anger and impatience to it all.

His furious tone caused her to whimper with fear as she unthinkingly scooted her kneeling body closer to him, he spread his legs even wider to allow her better access. Without another word said she tightly shut her eyes and leaned her face down to his crotch, she hesitated only a moment before placing his erection in her warm mouth. She slowly closed her mouth, wrapping both lips around him, grimacing at the thought of it.

"Good." He simply stated in praise, feeling his breath catch in his throat at the sudden sensation of her warmth around him. "Now, start sucking."

She then began to move her head up and down, letting her mouth and tongue slid along the length of him, her hand which held him at the base then began to move in rhythm with her mouth as well. He let out a gasping shudder of a breath as she then ran her wet tongue up the underside of his penis; he instantly brought his left hand to her head, unclasping the hairclip she wore there, allowing her long dark curls to fall in waves down her back. Jonathan buried his hand in her hair as she went back to her previous motion of moving her hand and mouth up and down him at a slow and steady pace.

"Mmmm…" he purred aloud with pleasure. "You're a very good girl, Miss Matthews." he was very pleased with his little assistant now.

The speed and pressure in which she sucked him was almost agonizingly slow and drawn out, he couldn't figure out why he was enjoying the torture of it so much.

Must be the masochist in me.

As she slid her mouth up him she stopped for only an instant to tease the tip of his penis with tip of her tongue, flicking it back and forth and causing him to arch his back and thrust his cock back into her mouth with almost gagging force, the hand on the back of her head not helping the situation any.

"Let's not tease…" he rasped in a singsong manner as she struggled not to choke with him against the back of her throat. "Good little girl's don't tease." It was an afterthought; he didn't even notice that he had said it aloud.

After overcoming her gag reflex she then returned to her usual speed, up and down, firm and slow. The hand that was wound tightly in her hair slackened, it was now gently massaging her scalp. Jonathan glanced down at her chest; it was the perfect angle to view her now visible cleavage, he reached his free hand down to cup her left breast through the white lace of her bra, he then slid his hand beneath the delicate fabric and squeezed her bare breast in his hand.

"Faster." He now demanded, his breathing even heavier than before, he could feel the heat starting to build at the base of his spine.

She instinctively quickened her pace, sucking him in long, hard strokes now, her hand moving faster than her mouth in an even tighter grip than before. He began to gasp with every stroke of her hand, every nerve in his body on edge as she drew him closer and closer to his release.

Oh fuck yes!

He was so close, his heart was pounding in his chest as the sweat began to bead on his forehead, her hot and moist mouth sending him to both heaven and hell at the same time. His hand that was once gently messaging her head was now twisting in her hair, pulling roughly at the silken locks; the pain from this only seemed to fuel her and she sped up. Her quickened rate proved to be more than he could bear as he let out a deep moan of pleasure, pouring into her mouth as he rode the exquisite waves of his orgasm to hell and back.

Jonathan awoke suddenly to the sound of his alarm clock, his breath coming in quick, labored gasps. He looked down to see that he was in his own bed, shirtless and covered in sweat.

"What the fuck…" he heavily breathed aloud into the darkness of his bedroom, had it all been a dream?

As he struggled to get his breathing under control he noticed the uncomfortable dampness of the sheets that were messily wrapped around him. The cold sweaty wetness from his dreaming caused him to shiver involuntarily; it was then that he realized there was more than sweat saturating his boxer shorts and sheets.

"Perfect." He hissed with annoyance as he reached over and shut the alarm off, he then flung the Egyptian cotton sheets from his body.

It's like I'm fifteen years old again! This is all your fau-

His thoughts were cut short by the sudden realization that his mind was oddly silent. He was alone in his head.

Scarecrow?

There was no answer.

Jonathan paused for a moment, sitting upright in the bed as he remembered the medication he had taken at the office the night before.

Goddamn Haldol must still be in my system…

He shrugged this off before making his way to the conjoined bathroom nearby. He flipped the water on in the shower stall before turning to the mirror atop the bathroom sink.

Was the dream you coming through in my subconscious because of the drugs, or did I come up with that little scene all on my own? He silently asked while staring hard into the mirror.

A thick fog began to form on the glass, stealing his reflection from him as it did so.

Jonathan let out a deep tired sigh before removing his boxers and stepping into the hot water of the shower. He let a groan of pleasure escape his lips as the scalding stream poured down onto his tired body; his mind then began to wander into a state of fantasy.

Her soft skin, those full lips… how good they felt with her hot wet tongue wrapped around him, licking and sucking... He let his hand slowly slide down his torso and finally come to rest at the base of his erection.

No!

He scolded himself instantly, snapping his thoughts out of the memory of the dream and back into the reality of the shower stall. His hand shot up immediately, no longer on his groin but now slammed firmly out in front of him against the shower's wall. What the hell was wrong with him all of a sudden?

Wet dreams, practically jerking off in the shower… what am I some sexually repressed teenager?

He was greatly annoyed with himself as he quickly finished his shower. Was this how he was without the Scarecrow there to nag him? If so he did not like this new version of himself, not one bit.

Once he was done in the bathroom he hurriedly dressed and gathered the things he would need for the workday ahead of him. As he grabbed his suitcase on the way out the front door he was suddenly shaken by the thought of seeing his assistant at the office. How would he act around her after the dream he had had last night?

What am I worried about? It's not like she has telepathy and can see my thoughts! It was a dream, it meant nothing. He reassured himself as he locked the door behind him.

The recesses of his mind were so cold and judgmental in their silence, he suddenly missed the Scarecrow.

"Good morning, Dr. Crane." Her smiling face greeted him as soon as the elevator doors opened; he almost took a step back in surprise to see her there waiting.

"Um, good morning Ms. Matthews." His unsure words dripped from his lips tiredly as he slowly made his way off of the elevator and down the hallway, she tagged along closely.

As he got to the locked door to his office he looked her small figure over while blindly searching his pockets for the key, she was wearing a white satin blouse accompanied by a knee length black wool skirt, no tights.

What the? Am I dreaming now?

"I decided to wait for you by the elevator since you had not arrived yet." She pointed out the obvious, this only added to his already brewing aggravation.

"Yes, I noticed that." He stated flatly, finally retrieving the key to the office door, he paused before unlocking it. "How are you today Ms. Matthews, recovering well from yesterday I hope?" It was meant to sound caring; of course it only came out mockingly.

"Oh, yes…" she seemed momentarily lost in thought; she had hoped to repress the entire matter and forget it had ever taken place, he wasn't letting her off that easy. "I am feeling much better, I am sorry if I worried you."

Is she seriously apologizing to me for yesterday?

"Not at all, Ms. Matthews. I am the one at fault for yesterday's events; I should have prepared you better before the session." He replied, turning his apology around to put the blame back on her shoulders. "Let's just forget the entire matter." He said while turning the key in the lock and finally opened the door to his office; she nodded mutely to this as he entered the room.

Jonathan sat his suitcase down beside his desk as she entered the room and closed the door behind herself. He typed his password into the work computer, bringing up his daily schedule… it looked like he had a busy day ahead of him, as usual. He opened the top drawer on his desk; he then began to noisily rummage through its contents in search of a pen.

"Ms. Matthews, could you please find the time to organize my desk drawers for me?" he idly asked his assistant before finally finding the desired pen. "They are quite a mess." He shut the drawer with a loud bang.

"Of course, Dr. Crane." She complied as always, neatly arranging the documents sat out in front of her on the nearby table, she had a lot of work to do as well today.

Thank god it is Saturday; at least I will get a day off tomorrow to finally get some rest. He thought as he sighed wearily, gathering his files and pen before turning and exiting his office, it was off to work.

He shut the door behind him as he made his way towards the elevator; there he was greeted by the presence of a familiar colleague.

"Ah, Dr. Crane." The voice of Hugo Strange slithered into his ears as he stepped up alongside the fellow doctor. "I noticed you were about five minutes late today, a first, I am sure of it." Strange then flashed him a crooked smile.

Jonathan almost cringed with fury.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out Hugo." Came his cocky reply, never once letting his true annoyance show on his face. "Tell me, are you planning to keep a steady account of my comings and goings here at the asylum or are we just chatting?" he looked to Strange expectantly, he was coldly awaiting his answer.

Dr. Strange said nothing to this, only smiled wider at him before stepping onto the now open elevator, Jonathan grudgingly followed him on.

"How is your work going?" Strange asked in a serious manner once the elevator doors were shut and they were alone.

"There is a slight hitch in the process." Crane answered, his jaw clenched at the idea of things not going according to his design.

"What sort of hitch?" Hugo was interested now.

"I have been unable to successfully synthesize the plant base into a tolerable compound." Jonathan looked down at the floor; he was beginning to feel a painful twinge of failure. "No matter what I try it just doesn't seem to want to work for me."

"Hmmm…" Strange cooed thoughtfully. "Perhaps the answer lies in outside assistance." He finished, Jonathan's head shot up, an expression of outrage now on his face.

"Outside assistance!? This isn't a company Christmas party, Hugo! This is a very serious matter, life and death!" he spat with venom at the older doctor in the seclusion of the elevator car.

"And no one understands that better than I, Jonathan. Trust me." Strange sated him. "All I am suggesting is a fresh pair of eyes on the problem; they would never need know what was really happening with the operation."

Jonathan thought on this carefully, it did start to make sense to him.

Don't listen to this old fool, Jonathan! We don't need anyone else…

The Scarecrow had returned to him.

He's right, they would never need to know all of the details, just enough to help solve the problem!

Fine, but remember… I warned you.

The doors slid open and Strange was about to step off when Jonathan reached out and grabbed his upper arm, stopping him.

"Just remember, Hugo… if anyone finds out what is happing in the basement I will make you pay." His voice was a sinister whisper as he threatened the man in private. "You wouldn't want any of the other doctors to find out about your little mind altering experiments, would you?"

Both doctors were silent for a moment.

"You can trust me, Jonathan… I'll never say a word." And with that last reassurance Crane released his grip on Strange's arm, allowing the man to finally exit the elevator.

Jonathan was now alone in the confines of the elevator car… or was he?

"Scarecrow?"He questioned softly aloud.

Yes, Jonathan?

How long have you been back?

What makes you think I ever left, dear Jonny boy?

He was fucking with him now.

Do you remember this morning? Jonathan rolled his eyes at his alter's attempt to rattle him.

You mean that tasty little dream of yours, or the after party in the shower?

This did rattle the doctor.

If you were there why didn't you say anything!?

I couldn't, I was conscious but unable to come through in your mind… Maybe this will teach you to not play around with prescription drugs, Jonathan.

Crane sighed at this, the elevator doors finally opening to reveal the tenth floor of the asylum.

Let's just get back to work and forget this whole business. He stepped off the lift and began his steady pace down the hallway.

Jonathan?

Yes? Crane asked as he flipped through his patient files at the tenth floor nurse's station.

I noticed that you made her a virgin, yet quite skilled at giving falletio… why is that?

The Scarecrow's words stopped Jonathan dead in his tracks, holding the file open in front of himself, eyes blank and mouth slightly agape.

What? He sounded so small in his own head.

If she had never even seen a man naked before then how would she have been so good at-

It was a dream, goddamnit! It meant nothing! He found himself silently screaming into the confines of his mind.

Relax, Jonathan. I didn't mean anything by it… just didn't know you had a type is all.

Type? What type is that?

Innocent but 'skilled'. The Scarecrow was howling with laughter now.

Jonathan slammed the file shut in his hands; it was going to be a long day.

It was quarter to five, the work day was nearly over and she only had two drawers of the doctor's desk left to clean. It was odd but she really enjoyed organizing the simple contents of the desk drawers, a stack of papers here, some post-it note pads there… everything in its place.

Jessica opened the second drawer from the floor on the left side of the desk, removing everything she found there and placing it on top of the desk to be organized by her. She quickly sorted through the papers and moved on to the smaller items, loose pens, a few stray paperclips and lastly a small orange tinted pill bottle with a white cap. She placed everything neatly back into the drawer with the exception of the pill bottle, that she decided to examine closely.

She idly bit down on her bottom lip while taking in the fact that there was no label on the bottle, what could be in it? She thought for a moment on whether or not to open it, but of course her curiosity won and she gently removed the white cap and placed it down on top of the wooden desk in front of her. As she gazed down into the now open bottle her mind raced with a thousand questions she could not answer, she then reached two thin fingers into the narrow cylinder and took out one of the green pills.

She closely examined the pill, it was small and round with GG 125 imprinted clearly on it, her psychopharmacology training then began to kick in and she instantly knew what the medication was. Jessica was confused now, why would Dr. Crane have an antipsychotic medication unlabeled in his desk drawer?

Without warning the door to the office was loudly slammed shut, she quickly turned to the unwelcome sound, jumping with fright as she did so. There Dr. Crane stood in the now closed doorway of his office, his eyes glued to the open pill bottle in her hands, a furrowed expression of disapproval printed on his face.

"Dr. Crane, I… I didn't expect you back this soon… I…" she stammered nervously as he slowly moved towards her, his eyes now making contact with hers, the angered look he wore never once changing. "I was just cleaning your desk like you asked me too." She then explained innocently, too worried about his mood to remember to hide the bottle in her hands.

He was right in front of her now, so close he could hear every panicked breath she took. He stared her in the eyes for a moment longer before dropping his gaze back down to the bottle she grasped, noticing the single green pill she held in her other hand as he did.

"Does opening my things and disturbing my privacy count as cleaning my desk drawers, Ms. Matthews?" his voice was quiet but in no way gentle, it was very apparent that he was upset with her.

"No, I didn't mean… I wasn't trying to… I…" she shook her head back and forth as she failingly made excuses for her actions, the look he gave causing her brain to turn to mush with anxiety.

He said nothing to her rambles, just reached out and snatched the bottle from her hands and then quickly removed the cap from atop the desk and secured it back on the bottle in one fluid motion. As he turned to walk away from her, slipping the bottle into his suit-coat pocket, his mind raced with a menagerie of things he could do to her at that moment.

Torture is definitely not out of the question.

Most definitely not! Come on Jonathan, let me play with her? Pleeaasse. The Scarecrow begged like a three year old with a new toy, Jonathan held back a smile.

"Dr. Crane?" her small voice stopped him where he stood, a smart person would have remained silent; what with getting off so light with him… clearly she was not very smart. "Why do you have a prescription bottle full of Haloperidol in your desk?" it came out so innocently, yet it angered him more than if she had walked up and slapped him the face.

Without warning he whipped his body around and dove at her, the sudden acceleration of his movements completely taking her off guard. Jessica released a sharp gasp of shock as her back instantly collided with the top of the doctor's desk, his right hand now tightly gripping her throat. He loomed over her, their eyes locking with one another's, she was too terrified to register the fact that he had somehow positioned himself between her spread legs as he held her pinned down on top of his desk.

"Why do you think I would have a bottle of Haloperidol in my desk, Ms. Matthews?" he hissed the words through gritted teeth as he tightened his grasp on her neck, this caused her to exhale a wheezing whimper in response.

He could feel himself starting to lose control on the situation, that old familiar darkness was creeping up on him… the Scarecrow was near.

Just let go, Jonathan. Let me take over. It would be so easy… just let me have her! His darker half was seducing him now.

Jonathan heard him but chose not to answer, only looked down into the frightened face of his assistant; he leaned in closer in attempt to further examine her fear. His pale eyes roamed her face, taking in every micro-expression, a twitch here, a lip quiver there… those lips, how he wanted to thrust his own against them. He flicked the thumb of his right hand upward beneath her chin, never releasing her throat as he did so, his thumb now tilted her head upwards bringing her face ever closer to his.

"You never answered my question, Ms. Matthews." His tone was even now, almost calm compared to the fury of a moment before.

"I… I don't know… I'm sorry; I shouldn't have looked in the bottle." She was shaking beneath his grasp now, and he couldn't help but feel his breath quickening with every trembling word she gave him. "I don't know why I looked in it… I just…" she trailed off with a sobbing gasp as he squeezed her neck harder for a split second, almost cutting off her airflow as he did just for fun.

"You were just so overcome with curiosity, am I right?" he was toying with her now, the way a cat toyed with a mouse before the kill. This was not Scarecrow playing however, this was purely Jonathan.

Looks like someone is having fun with his new little pet. The Scarecrow could barely contain himself as he teased.

"No… I… I…" she was cut short again by the force of his long fingers clasping firmer around her thin neck and she let out another whimpering sound which almost caused him to elicit a moan.

He was squeezing too tightly now, she was beginning to struggle against him ever so slightly. As she began to twist her hips against him in an attempt to free herself from his grip Jonathan couldn't hold back any longer, he let a soft groan escape his lips. It was subtle and breathless, but still he had lost his composure, and this annoyed him greatly. He clamped his left hand down onto her right hip, holding her steadily in place against his desk, using enough force to keep her entire lower half from moving; she was going to have so many bruises in the morning.

Just do it already, Jonathan, take what you want! It's so easy! Hike up that skirt with your free hand and rip aside those panties… fuck her and get it over with already so we can get back to work in the basement!

The Scarecrow's words made him dizzy, he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath just to steady himself atop her. He was right, it would be so easy…

No… I am not a rapist.

What are you talking about? She wants this, look at her!

His eyes opened lazily as he stared down at her frightened form, her eyes were teary and her hands were held out in front of her in a weak defensive pose. This wasn't right.

"Please, Dr. Crane…" her whispering words pulled him from his internal struggle.

See, she's begging you for it now!

"Please…" her words came again, Jonathan couldn't help but look down at her questioningly. "Don't hurt me." She finished softly, this was the deciding blow.

He released his hold on her neck, leaning upwards as he did so, removing his weight from atop her so she could move more freely. Lastly he withdrew his hand that was held firmly on her hip, he rather begrudged having to do this gesture the most.

She sat up slowly, sending him a confused and questioning look as she did, was this a trick or was he finished with her?

"I would leave now if I were you, Ms. Matthews." He swallowed hard after the words left his mouth, she only continued to stare at him unsurely. "Go home." He said flatly, turning away from her shaky form.

Without another word she scrambled off of the desk's top and rushed to the closed office door, she paused a moment to look back at the doctor's turned back before opening it and practically running from the room.

He heard the sound of the door slamming; this caused him to look in the direction of his office's door.

My god, she even closed the damn thing behind her! He was flabbergasted, what was this girl's problem?

Perhaps you should have a seat Jonny boy… and try to think sobering thoughts.

What the hell are you talking about? Jonathan snapped silently, his annoyance level was high now.

The Scarecrow said nothing, only directed the doctor's gaze downwards towards the crotch of his pants. It seemed he was standing at full attention.

Jesus Christ… will this day ever end!

He folded the jacket of his suit across himself before carefully having a seat in his desk's chair.

Well, at least one good thing came from all of this.

You finally hit puberty?

No! I am talking about the fact that our little assistant will most definitely not be coming back on Monday morning; this little episode has most likely scared her to death.

I wouldn't celebrate so quickly if I were you, doctor. This one is far from predictable.

A/n:

This was a long one, thanks to everyone for bearing through it with me.

And I'm just gonna say this now, I hate writing the naughty bits. I hate it.

Doesn't mean I'm not gonna do it, of course! But I just don't get how everyone else has such a good time writing it. I get so hypercritical of my writing whenever I have to do it!

Anyway, just had to get that off my chest. If you notice that I suck at writing this stuff, well there is the reason why.

Also, I try to submit to this story two or three chapters at a time, mainly because I have to walk to the local library to submit and it takes me a while. I like to give you guys a bit more than just one chapter, something to hold you over while you wait for the next update. Hopefully I will be able to afford a new laptop or computer soon, then the submission process will be much more accommodating for me.

So, review as always, and thanks for reading!