Nothing To Fear Chapter 3
A/N: Wow, I've never written more than one chapter in one day! It's a new record! ^^
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Any Of These Characters…I Just Wish I Did…
Jervis squinted, trying to adjust his eyes to the dim light. He didn't want to admit that he was afraid; knowing the effect it would have on Jonathan. So he stood tall, facing the darkness with an ever present grin.
"I know you're there, Jonathan…" He called out, "You're not scaring me, not one bit!"
Silence. And then quietly…laughter… It sent chills up Jervis' spine. He shivered, backing up against the door.
"Look…Jonathan…I know you're less than happy about the situation but I'm not exactly all sunshine and tea cups about this myself. Personally, I'd much rather be in my own cell right now, having a nice conversation with that new attendant…" He paused, slowly getting lost in thought. "Have you noticed her hair? It's so yellow! I think it looks like gold…I wonder if she likes tea…"
His ramblings were cut short when he was hit in the face with a strange object. He furrowed his eyebrows, genuinely confused.
What the hell?
He bent down, picking up the object and passing it back and forth in his hands.
A…Pillow? Possibly,it certainly felt like a pillow…
"Jonathan? Did you just hit me with a pillow? That's beyond juvenile, and trust me, I know a lot about juvenile behavior!"
"I hate you."
"Well that was harsh…" Jervis said, frowning.
"You've made a mockery of me…"
"Did I?" Jervis asked, suppressing a giggle. "Hooray for me!"
Another Pillow To The Face.
"You're going to run out of pillows soon, Jonathan, you might as well stop."
There was a growl, followed by the sound of someone fiddling with the last remaining pillow.
"I could kill you with this…" He stated, gazing down at the pillow. "Strange how such a mundane instrument of daily life could be so quickly transformed into a weapon capable of taking a human life…"
Jervis chuckled. "Jonathan, it's a pillow, not a weapon of mass destruction."
In the next instant, Jervis found himself pushed up against the door, a cold hand wrapped around his neck.
"You're starting to irritate me, Jervis…"
Jervis tilted his head to the side.
"Oooh, I'm so scared."
"You should be." Jonathan whispered in his ear, causing the hairs on the nape of his neck to stand up.
Before he could even make a smart comeback, Jervis felt Jonathan's tongue trail along his neck, making him shiver.
"J-Jonathan?" Jervis stuttered, blushing profusely.
"You've embarrassed me, Jervis, I loathe being embarrassed."
"Erm…I'm sorry?" He chocked out.
The grip on his throat tightened to the point that Jervis felt himself drifting off into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard before the world blacked out before him was the Scarecrow's dark chuckle.
A/N: Mkay, I Should Probably clear a few thingys up while I'm writing. One: somehow, the way I ended up writing Jonathan/Scarecrow, is that he essentially gets off on people's fear. Two: When Jonathan States That Jervis 'Embarrassed' Him, I suppose he meant both by making him feel like he wasn't an intimidating villain, and by the fact that he's causing him to develop feelings for Jervis. Reviews Are Still Welcome.
