Well here it is as promised the 7th chapter, this now is replacing the author's note I had up earlier. I hope my writing style hasn't changed to much to make this chapter confusing, I haven't really compared, although I've been told I've improved.

Anyway you know the drill, I do not own anything except the plot, Ace and Triff, I make no profit from this fanfiction.
Also to be kind to all of you I'm reposting the speaking and writing template for the story on this chapter so here you are.

"Blah Blah Blah" - Someone talking
'Think Think Think' - Someone thinking
Flashback
Emphasis on Something.
YELLING, Or Angry speaking.
Dreaming
(( Well Helllooo )) - Me talking outside of the story.
~~~~~~~~~ - Scence change
ASASASASAS or SASASASASA - Break between story and AN

Chapter Rating - Pg - 13

3 years ago I stood in a court yard of a school and watched as others tried to bring some sort of fear to another...Halloween - her birthday...maybe this is why she wasn't afraid.

She couldn't understand it, but it was there a coiling and uncoiling feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched him. The feeling pulled at her mind, nagging it to control herself, it wasn't wanted or unwanted the feeling. Her actions and ways of thinking didn't change, but it just felt different to her after so long of not having it there. Yet she could not deny it, Jonathan as the Scarecrow turned her on.

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The halls of Arkham were blindingly white, Isabella had decided that along time ago, but it popped back into her mind as she walked through the halls that morning. She was acting jumpy to make the nurses unsuspicious to her not being worried about the night before, to do this her eyes constantly shifted looking around and she moved stutteringly. This allowed her to get past having to work that day, telling a nurse that she had to pick something up but that she needed the day to clear herself of stress, luckily it worked.
Isabella kept up her ruse until she came upon the back room, she had been in there a few times before, it was simply where they kept any items that the inmates came in with. She entered the room, her ruse falling and she walked along the rows of shelves with boxes on them, with purpose. Scanning the names on the boxes as she walked past them, checking for one in particular, earlier realizing the was no alphabetical order to the boxes. Finally she came upon the box she had been looking for, making sure no security cameras were around to catch her on tape, Isabella then pulled the top off the box. Shuffling around in the box, Isabella stopped to examine things that looked of interest to her before finally pulling out what she was looking for. Tracing her eyes over the mask, Isabella then quickly shoved the mask into the small brown messanger bag she had braught along with her.
Exiting the room, everything went back up into place, she acted just as she had before entering the room. No one spoke to her on her way down the hall, Isabella didn't put much mind to it, they probably didn't want to startle her, or make her stay here longer then needed.

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Isabella entered the apartment, being careful to make sure the door closed quietly, she didn't need another headache now. Triff peered over the couch at her, giving her a bored look, not giving much notice or care to the suit Isabella was carrying. She watched Isabella move quietly from the door and towards her own room, leaving Triff once again on her own. Isabella stepped into her room, Jonathan was laying on her bed, his eyes closed but glasses still on. She supposed he was trying to avoid Triff, they hadn't gotten along four years ago, she didn't expect it now.
She placed the suit on her dresser, and laid her messanger bag ontop of it. A sigh escaped her lips and she walked over to the bed, seating herself on it. The movement must have moved Jonathan from his sleep, because he soon blinked his eyes open.
"Hidding from Triff?" Isabella spoke quietly as usual. Jonathan blinked at her, still trying to absorb what she had said in his just waking state.
"I didn't plan to fall asleep" He said, not answering her question directly, but answering it none the less. Isabella nodded her head, trying to avoid a lot of talking, she moved away from the bed and again picked up her messanger bag and the suit. She gave the suit to a now sitting up Jonathan and pulled the Scarecrow mask from her bag handing it to him.
"I though you might like to have this" she said a smile on her lips and a glint in her eye.

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The chemist labs were quiet, chemicals locked behind glass and bars. Breaking in had been simple, the alarm long since disabled by Triff. Ace moved about looking at the chemicals, J- Scarecrow obviously knew which ones he was looking for, having gone straight for what he needed. She stared over at Triff, whom was inspecting one of the beakers on the table as if it were the most boring thing in the world. Her eyes then drifted over to Scarecrow, she stared at him watching him move about, the mask didn't scare her, it excited her, thats when it started to happen.
She couldn't understand it, but it was there a coiling and uncoiling feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched him. The feeling pulled at her mind, nagging it to control herself, it wasn't wanted or unwanted the feeling. Her actions and ways of thinking didn't change, but it just felt different to her after so long of not having it there. Yet she could not deny it, Jonathan as the Scarecrow turned her on.
It was nearly three in the morning when they arrived back at the apartment, Triff congragulated them on a job well done before leaving them once more back to her room. Ace removed the spider web mask from her right eye, her eye lids were still covered in black eye shadow, She looked at Jonathan. He took off his mask and stared at her with blue eyes, she felt her heart beat speed up and almost growled in frustration. Isabella turned and walked to the small apartment kitchen, Jonathan followed her. She turned to look at him, leaning against the counter
"Tonight went well." Isabella said softly, feeling relaxed around him.
"Hm, yes..." Jonathan said back, watching Isabella. The next couple moments Isabella didn't know what happened, she moved the small distance between them and pressed her lips to Jonathan's. She almost pulled back, but Jonathan began kissing her back, their lips moved against each others for what seemed like hours. Soon though the need for air made them stop, Isabella stood on her toes, leaning her forehead against Jonathan's.
"I missed you" She whispered, eyes closed.

*coughs* Um yeah...
Not so great with love scenes as you can see, anyway please do review, I'm actually slightly proud of this one.