Authors Note: Lord have mercy, I do believe I'm on a roll! Two updates in one day? This is madness! I will tell you all that I'll be updating super quickly because on Friday I'll be leaving Oregon to visit my mom in South Carolina for a month. During that time, my updating will be less frequent. But don't fret! I'll try to do one update a week.

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MadPilot: Oh my, that's sexual! But that got me thinking for later chapters… so thanks much!

.: Well you don't have to wait any longer for an update, my friend! And I'm so glad that my Crane story is to your liking :)

Disclamer: I don't own anything in this story, except my ideas and Cecily. She's mine :P

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Chapter Three: Foreign, Fears, and Faces

She didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to see what she knew would be there; Scarecrow. Her head pounded against her eyes, her wrists burned, and she could feel the rope tied tightly around her hands and torso. Her neck hurt from hanging down against her clavicle, but Cecily couldn't find the strength to move. She could hear the faint sounds of breathing other than her own, and the click of metal to metal. Pushing away her fear, she opened her eyes.

She was sitting in a chair, tied up like a prisoner in a room that looked like a warehouse. She slowly lifted her head, looking through the curtain of her hair, groaning as muscles worked for the first time in a while. As she lifted her gaze, she found herself locking eyes with the ones she'd long tried to forget, and had hoped to never again see.

Jonathan eyed her carefully, taking in her frightened state through the slight haze of the toxin still lingering inside of her. Her amber eyes were red and puffy, and her face was flushed the color of a new rose. He smirked at her, never taking his eyes away.

"So she does wake." He put down his latest batch of chemicals and walked slowly towards her, feeling Scarecrow relish in the way her eyes began to widen with fear. "I was beginning to think you'd gone comatose on me." He leaned down, hands on both sides of the chair she was in. He was so close to her, he could smell the faint aroma of the tea she'd had, her shampoo, and the general smell of her. He held back a shiver. He noted her licking her dry lips carefully.

"Wh…"Her voice was dry, cracking. "Why?" He smiled cruelly, and heard his other half laugh.

'My turn.' Jonathan was about to refuse, when he felt himself slip into his own mind. He was curious to see what Scarecrow wanted her for, but a twinge of panic hit him. This didn't go unnoticed by his other, who was busy circling the young girl. 'Don't tell me you're worried about this thing, Johnny.' Jonathan snorted, but he knew Scarecrow had hit the nail on the head.

'Just concerned, since we both know you're not good with keeping things alive.' Inside himself, Jonathan had another thought; her coughing was definitely not a good thing. It intrigued him as to why she coughed, when every other victim had merely screamed and thrashed. He was broken away from his thoughts by her scream, then a hard cough. He watched as Scarecrow grabbed her hair roughly, tangling her lovely locks in his fingers.

"I'm loosing my patience, girly. What. Did. You. See?" Cecily just continued to cough, tears falling down her cheeks, which were turning a frightening shade of purple. Scarecrow growled loudly, and grabbed her by the neck, making her gasp and choke.

'Scarecrow, stop that.' Jonathan tried to hold back the true concern from his voice. 'You're going to kill her!' Mission failed, because Scarecrow laughed cruelly.

'But Johnny! You love it when they gasp out their last!' He watched as Scarecrow threw her across the room, heard her cry out as she hit the floor, still tied up in the chair that cracked on impact. Scarecrow advanced on her. 'I just want to know what she fears!' Jonathan's heard leapt into his throat; he really was going to kill her.

'SCARECROW!' His voice was loud in his own head, and Scarecrow stopped walking. 'How can we know what she fears if you kill her?' Scarecrow hissed between his clenched teeth, and shoved Jonathan back into the front.

'Fine. Do what you have to, Dr. Crane.' And with that, he disappeared back into Jonathan's subconscious. Jonathan let out a sigh of relief, and was startled when he heard her coughing again, a sickly noise that made his own chest hurt.

Upon walking towards her, he could see the scrapes and splinters that littered her body. The shorts and tank top she was wearing did nothing to protect her from the Scarecrow's wrath, and he could see where his hands had gripped at her throat. He leaned down and noted her immediate reaction; body becoming ridged, pupils dilating, and breathing speeding up. He began to untie her, feeling her doe like eyes on him.

"You'll have to forgive him, Scarecrow that is…" His voice wasn't the clipped tone it normally was, but instead one of exasperation. "He doesn't know the limits of another life." He looked at her as the ropes went slack on her body. She was shaking, her breathing labored.

"Please…" She whispered, beginning to cry again. "Stop…" He frowned at her, pushing up his glasses.

"Stop what, Child?" It was then that he noticed the slight glaze over her eyes, and realized she was still under the toxin's affects. "Who am I, Cecily?" He watched her face scrunch up with pain, as her body was wracked by sobs.

"I don't know…I don't know…" Her eyes closed and she let out a loud cry before succumbing to a coughing fit. Jonathan began taking mental notes as he picked her up.

Unknown assailant: probable. Rape: probable. Mental and emotional scarring from past traumatic events: most likely.

Cecily squirmed weakly as the man picked her up, not wanting to look into his face. She didn't know who he was, but she remembered him from many years ago. Shaking her head, she stiffened as he began to speak.

"Stop thrashing Child, or I'm going to drop you." The voice was all wrong, not burly and deep, but young and calculated. Cecily stopped moving, and opened her eyes. The world was still spinning slightly, but she worked up enough courage to look up into her captors face. Looking back down at her was the man she'd seen in Arkham, the one that had frozen her, and even though she wouldn't admit to it, had stolen her heart.

"Scare…crow?" Her throat hurt, making her voice softer than it normally was. Jonathan chuckled softly.

"No, I'm Dr. Jonathan Crane; the smarter and nicer one." Cecily was slightly confused, but guessed that he was referring to having multiple personalities. "I'm going to have to examine you for serious trauma." His eyes looked over her face and upper body. "Tell me, do you have any kind of breathing problems?"

Cecily nodded. "Stress induced asthma and panic attacks." Jonathan furrowed his brows, and walked her to another room, one with a bed and desk. Setting her down on the bed, he walked to the desk where first aid supplies were kept.

"Now, tell me where it hurts."

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After a healthy dose of water and pain medication, Cecily had fallen asleep. This was partially due to Jonathan giving her a light sedative, but that was besides the point. The point was, Scarecrow was livid.

'So, after we worked so hard to get here, I can't even break her? The fuck is up with that?' Jonathan sighed, massaging his temples.

"I told you, if she doesn't know who she fears, it's going to take time." His voice was soft, trying not to wake up the sleeping girl.

'Or you just want to get in her pants. Which hey, I'm all for. You need to get laid Johnny boy.'

'I don't want her.' Lies. Straight up lies. 'I want to break her as much as you do, but it will take time.' Scarecrow only growled. Jonathan looked at the sleeping captive, and took in her features.

She was maybe 5' 3", with strawberry blonde hair that curled and waved all over the pillow. She had to only weigh 110 pounds, because even he could carry her, or in Scarecrow's case throw her ten feet. To him, she looked like a porcelain doll, breakable and fragile. She was in all sense, perfect. Against himself, he knew Scarecrow was right; he wanted her, in ways that both sickened and excited him. Her body, her mind, her heart-everything that was her he had to have. He wanted to make her scream, to bleed for him, to give herself to him.

He wanted her, and there was no stopping the Doctor when he wanted something.

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~Zoo