Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own the characters from Batman. Never have, never will.
Authors Note: Well, I apparently got generally positive reviews, so I'm gonna put up chapter two (like I wouldn't post it.) So, I don't have much to say, other than poor Jonathan Crane.
The Princesses Of Gotham
Chapter 2
Rose McCandy was having a good day so far, she had got her hair done, her nails fixed, and fed the homeless in a soup kitchen. All that was left on her schedule was to go get more books from the library to read to blind children. She loved helping those who were not as lucky to be like her. Of course, according to Rose McCandy, who was tall, redheaded, sparkling blue eyes, and perfect skin, no one was like her. No one could be like her, after all, she was considered perfect in every way, having graduated high school and college without a single grade below A, of course, it helped to have rich parents and bribe money. Rose McCandy flipped her hair in slow motion, it was a talent she had perfected over her lifetime.
Rose opened the door to the library and walked in, making sure to have a smile on her face. It was so much fun to get the commoners to admire her, after all, she was the fourteenth richest person in Gotham. Rose went to the childrens section and browsed before picking out a few books at random, not knowing if the stories were about cute farm animals or coping with the death of family members (one written by Bruce Wayne), then headed over to get some books for herself. She mostly got fantasy romance books, but today, she felt a strange urge to go to the nonfiction section, which was precisely where she bumped into a tall, extrodinarily thin man.
The thin man, one Jonathan Crane (who broke out of Arkham just two days ago and was using an alias to check out some books), glared at her. "Excuse me...but I need to get that book. It's very important that I have it." he said, trying to push past her. She stood there, starring at him, her eyes twinkling. "Where have you been all my life? You are what I've been looking for, sure you're kind of odd looking and you smell like you've been sleeping in a barn, but I need you badly. What is your name?" Rose asked, Jonathan was still trying to reach the book, she was blocking it. Not with fat, but the fact that whenever he tried to reach around her, she moved to intentionally block him. Suddenly, Jonathan got an idea, a wonderful, awful, idea!
"My dear..." he started, pausing as if interested in knowing her name, "I'm Rose McCandy." "...Rose. how would you like to come over to my place? You seem to be a well educated young lady, and maybe we can get to know each other better." Rose nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes! Here's you're book!". Rose handed it to him and they went to check out books together.
They found her seven hours later, screaming bloody murder and attempting to claw her own eyes out. She was declaired insane and sent to Arkham, where she was eventually killed because she wouldn't shut the hell up.
Authors Note: I'm not sure if this story is shorter or longer than the previous chapter (I don't have Microsoft Word on my computer), but I like it better. Scarecrow had to put his psycology skills to use on this girl, or else I doubt she would have left him alone.