Super: OMG I got a review 8D Which is probably why I actually decided to write again.
In this chapter I'll actually have someone cannon. You guessed it Jonathan Crane, now if he's OOC I'm
sorry. So please no throwing flaming bricks cause I have icy brinks ready.
You know the typing system right? If you don't check the last chapter.

Disclaimer - I own the idea, Ace and Triff and thats all. Batman and anything else belongs to DC comics.

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8 years ago I met my best friend Triff, we planned our escape.
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Jonathan Crane sat in his cell in his straitjacket staring at the blank white walls not that he could
see anything anyways the guards had taken his glases.
His life had gone tohell since he'd been put in this hell hole. Most of the patients he had

experimented on hadn't forgiven him, but then who would? The guards didn't do their jobs as usual
so he had no help there. He'd also heard that there was a new Admistrator, form the guards that
stood infront of his cell to watch him. Jonathan wondered what idiot they got to take the job.

He heard the door to his cell open, two guards stepped in both grabbed one of his arms and heaved
him up. He gave no struggle but wondered where they were taking him, usually his appointments with
the therapists were in his room and "free time" wasn't supposed to happen for awhile. Unless Jonathan had
lost track of time. But before he could finish pondering if he had lost track of time he was dragged into
another white room, this one was windowless and had a metal table and two chairs on either side of it in
the room. The guards made him sit down then left.

Just as he heard the door shut he heard it re-open, then the fimilar sound of high heels against the floor
sounded through out the room. Jonathan stared at the table as the girl sat down, his head shot up
though when he heard a fimilar voice say, "Hello Jonathan." What he saw was blurred because he lacked
his glasses, but that wad quickly fixed when the young female leaned over the table and put his glasses
on. Jonathan blinked a couple times before the blurred female came into perspective, and there infront
of him was Isabella Kelvin. The girl he had taught everything he knew too, about 4 years ago, the girl he
had been in a relationship with 4 years ago.

Isabella smiled her sickly sweet smile, "Still remember me then?" she said. Jonathan simply stared for
a few moments before speaking, "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm the new administrator of Arkham
Ayslum." Isabella stated. Jonathan took back his idiot comment on who took the position, Isabella was
no idiot, she was smart, witty, sly and knew how to get around. "Speechless are we?" Isabella stated more
then asked, "Well I need to know somethings so tell the cat to let go of your tongue." She said. Jonathan
gave Isabella a glare before asking "What do you want to know?"

"Oh nothing really, just how you ended up in Arkham." Isabella said, "I mean I knew you were going to do
something illegal, but what landed you in this place?" She said chuckling softly. "Oh and I thought little
Miss Ace, loved to read the news paper." Jonathan said mockingly. "Because what I did should have been
all over it" he finished. Isabella's smile faded, she hated how Jonathan knew her up and down. "I was a
little busy pounding psychological knowledge into my head for 4 years." She said. "So are you going to tell
me or not?" Isabella questioned. "You always loved to figure things out on your own." Jonathan stated.
Isabella stayed silent for a moment or two, sighing she knew she had her answer. She stood and walked
over to the door, but before leaving Isabella turned and said "You're right I do." she said smiling sickly sweet
again before exiting.

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Who here can scream filler? Cause thats what this feels like it was. And I can just tell Jonathan was OOC.
*hiding behind icy brick fortress* No flames! R&R Thanks.