I'd love to change the world.

It was his first session, to say he was nervous… well… he wasn't he was just ever so slightly concerned.

The room was a dull white, the desk a deep chocolate brown, it smelt like a hospital and the chair had straps for more violent patients when they had their interviews.

Jonathan eyed the straps and frowned. He hoped that they'd never have to put him in them.

Maybe bot you, but certainly me. Why the hell do you even want to get rid of me!?

Because you're irritating and I almost lost my friend because of you!

The door opened, a woman came in, her glass neatly perched on the end of her nose, brown locks pulled back into an expert bun with her ear rings hanging and swinging merely as she came in and sat down, placing her clip bored down on the table and smiling kindly at Jonathan.

Please can we leave!

Why? Are you scared?

No!

No, of course you're not.

The woman smiled at Jonathan and held her hand out of him for him to shake. "Jonathan Crane, my name is Doctor Eve Stone. I'll be your therapist. I'm glad you decided to come and talk, I heard about your ordeal."

Does everyone know about that?

Will you shut up!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Stone," Jonathan smiled and shook her hand before he folded them neatly in his lap.

"Please, Jonathan, call me Eve," she smiled at him before she leaned back in her seat. "So this is your first session, correct?"

"Yes, it is."

Really? That was an obvious answer.

"So.. you say you've been having nightmares?" she questioned looking up at him.

Jonathan nodded dumbly. "Yes, they… well… I dream that… I hurt people and I enjoy it," he paused and shook his head. "It's wrong and I know that, it's why I want to get rid of them."

You can't get rid of me! I am part of you, I'm your darkest thoughts, you're most secret and evil desires, I am you Jonathan.

"I also… hear voices… but I don't know if that's because of what my Dad introduced me to…" he trailed off and sighed. He wasn't keen on talking about himself, he hated it.

The Doctor nodded and smiled before she wrote something down on her clip bored. "I see… do these voices tell you to hurt people?"

You bet! Everyday I see someone just looking a little nervous-

"Sometimes," Jonathan muttered as he looked down at is hands. They were shaking. "I don't want to hurt people."

"Of course you don't Jonathan," she said smiling and taking his hand in hers. "That's why we are going to work together to help you through this."

Jonathan smiled back at her and it was genuin too.

Eww… will you please just stop with the cute niceness it is disturbing!

Ironic coming from you.

Shut it Jonny.

"Thank you, Doctor- I mean Eve," Jonathan smiled. "I'd like that."

She smiled back at him and looked back at her note pad. "What your father did… do you have nightmares about that?"

"Sometimes. Most of the time I just see," he paused and looked to the side.

"Go on Jonathan, nothing leaves this room."

"Sometimes I see a scarecrow… and… and the voice calls himself scarecrow too."

"Scarecrow?" she frowned at the name and straightened her glasses. "Why Scarecrow?"

"I don't know," Jonathan whispered.

Yes you do Jonny, you know exactly why!

"Jonathan… in you dreams how exactly do you see yourself hurting people?"

"Fear."

"Excuse me?" she frowned her pen stopping it's lopping motion.

"I… see myself hurting them with their fears… scaring them to death…"

She blinked in surprise before writing something down and looking up at him. "Any fears come up often?"

"Just the common ones," he muttered. "Arachnaphobia, claustrophobia, phobia phobia."

"Phobiaphobia?"

"Fear of fear," Jonathan explained with a shrug. "I only know them because of my father…"

"I see," she looked down at her notes and then glanced at her watch and sighed. "Well, that concludes our session, I suggest you make an appointment for tomorrow, we shall need to touch on this subject again, is that okay?"

Jonathan nodded and got to his feet. "That's fine, thank you."

He left the room and wandered through the Asylum. He couldn't believe that the only place to get mental help was at the asylum, there was nowhere else and… Arkham wasn't the nicest of places in the world.

If anything it was daunting and there was just something about the place that… didn't seem right. It had a history.

Not only had the place been closed for ten years or more but the man who built it, Amadeause Arkham was locked up in his very cells after he killed his patient Martin Hopkins, or Mad Dog as he was known.

He walked down the corridor and suddenly heard laughter, his eyes snapped to the door and he almost jumped back at the pair of eyes staring back a him.

"Long time no see," the boy chuckled. "You are a strange one, why you here?"

Jonathan suddenly recognised him. "Jerome?"

The ginger blinked before smirking. "Ah, so you know who I am! Cool! So, tell me, who are you?"

"Jonathan Crane…" he said hesitantly.

"Jonny then, do you mind if I call you Jonny?" Jonathan opened to speak when. "Great, so Jonny, why you here?"

"Non of your business… why are you here?"

"Oh… I just killed my whore of a mother…" the boy chuckled slightly and tilted his head to the side smirking. "It was quite a mess."

"Wait… you're the one who killed your mother…?" Jonathan blinked before he frowned. "With a hatchet?"

"Hmm," he mused before giggling. "She got the point in the end…."

"Hey kid! Get moving!" shouted a guard as he glared at Jonathan. "No speaking to prisoners."

"Ohh… Jonny's in trouble, Jonny's in trouble," Jerome sang before he began to giggle. "Give the kid a break, we were simply conversing. That a crime?"

The guard took no notice of him and grabbed Jonathan pulling him down the corridor.

"Aww… you're leaving never mind," Jerome chuckled before he called out again. "Bye, bye Jonny," he laughed again before he hissed out. "See you soon."

Edward stared down at the body and frowned, observing the harsh cuts and jagged lines that spelled out 'JACK' in capital letters.

Who ever had done this had done it after they had killed the victim.

This had been the sixth one this week and there had been many more. All of them with their first names calved into their chests, men, women a child once. But the death had never been this clean before.

Looks like someone was learning how to kill neatly. Great. Meant less forensic evidence and less for him to do and less time of him being the centre of everyone's attention.

He sighed and looked closely at the cut across the neck. "Clean as a whistle," he muttered before shaking his head. It reminded him too much of one of Sphinx's kills, bar the calving of names in the chest.

"Nygma, you got something?" asked Bullock.

"He's getting better," Edward explained as he stood up. "As in, he's getting better at killing people more cleanly, I doubt there will be any forensic evidence and if there is, they're won't be much."

"Great," Bullock sighed and shook his head. "Another freak, we had one of those just last week and then this and now the Red Hood gang too… great," he took a quick sip of his whisky that he always carried around with him. "What the hell is wrong with this city?"

Edward pondered this thought and his mind drifted to Jonathan and Jerome and Mist and Firefly…. mental illness was clearly what was wrong with this city.

Half of it's population were complete nut cases.

Probably more then half, Edward mused to himself.

"Well, better get this place cleaned up and let Tompkins take a look at the body back at GCPD," Bullock sighed and took another quick sip before he placed the flask away and began to walk away, lifting the tape up as he went. "If I see another freak rise from the gutters it'll be too soon," he growled and Edward couldn't help but smirk.

One so called 'freak' didn't rise from the gutters.

He chuckled and stood up, walking away from the body as the medical team came and began to move the body.

One freak rose from fear.

Jonathan sat in his room, fiddling with the test tubes before he got the peppet ready and began to drip the formulae into the test tube.

This was the easy and fast bit.

He casted his eyes to the pile of psychology books in the corner.

That was the easy and long bit.

The he looked over at the burette on the table just opposite him.

That was the long, hard and boring bit.

He sighed and placed the peppet down, walking over to the burette and he watched it as it fell absently one after another in quick rapid succession of each other.

It was boring, but he needed to make sure it was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Then lets do something fun…

Shut up.

Jonathan scowled at the voice. Scarecrow was beginning to irritate him on a daily bases.

Jonny, you need me.

No I don't.

Oh but you do, without me you're nothing.

Without you, I'm Jonathan Crane.

The Scarecrow was silent for a while and then Jonathan knew what he needed to do. He got to his feet and walked over to the fireplace, quickly setting it on fire, chucking bits of paper in as well as some straw that he found lying around the house.

What are you up to?

"I heard scarecrows aren't too found of fire," Jonathan muttered as he pulled out his other face and stared down at the lifeless eyes holes.

You wouldn't dare.

"I would," he whispered back before he chucked the face into the fire.

In his head, Scarecrow was screaming in agony like he really was being set on fire, but Jonathan didn't care.

He sat down and watched the burette again.

A smile twitch at his lips at the scarecrow's screams. For once it was him that was screaming and not the other way round. It scared Jonathan that he didn't care that the scarecrow was screaming, but what scared him even more was hat he secretly enjoyed it.

Maybe he could try this more often?

Edward glared angrily at the wall in front of him. He been interrupted today, Kristen was avoiding him and refusing to speak to him, Bullock was heckling him about two cases now and Tompkins had said he was wrong on one of his assumptions.

All in all it had been a really, really bad day.

"Knock, knock."

"Not now," he growled.

"Oh Edward," Mist sighed shaking her head as she walked over to him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

She raised a curious eyebrow before he lay a paper down in front of him.

It was about the killings of people and names being calved in their chests.

"They're calling him Anonymous now. So the guy has a name, how's that case going?"

That was it.

"Will you just leave me alone?! I have nothing to say to you, you scared me half to death when I thought it was you and now you're heckling me too about this case! Kristen's ignoring me so why don't you just go and die in a ditch somewhere!"

Mist blinked in surprise at the outburst before she narrowed her eyes and glared. "Oh really?" she snarled before she walked up to the door and opened it, before she turned to Edward, a venomous look in her eyes. If looks could kill he'd been brutally murdered ten times now. "Well, I'm so very sorry I upset you like that, my little nerd!"

His head snapped up to stared at her and she sent him a cruel smirk before waved and blew a kiss at him, walking off and slamming the door on the way out.

He sat there in silence staring in shock confusion and hurt.

He needed to talk to someone.

"Drip, drip, drip," Jonathan muttered as his eyes followed the drips from the burette. It was taking so long and he was becoming tired watching it.

Scarecrow had finally stopped screaming and he was refusing to speak a word to Jonathan, not that Jonathan minded.

He could vaguely feel a slight pain in his hand but he didn't take much notice to it. His eyes following the burette as it dripped.

"Drip, drip, drip," he mumbled again.

"JONATHAN!"

"AH!" Jonathan yelped, the silence of the room destroyed, the burette went clattering to the floor and Jonathan and his stool toppled over, landing on the floor with the burette and smashed test tubes, which thankfully hadn't cut him too much or too deeply.

He stared at the mess before he stared at the cause.

His eyes narrowed at the dorky forensic tech.

Of course it would be Edward.

"What are you doing down there?" he asked in confusion as he stared at the Jonathan pulle lying on the floor glaring daggers at him.

"What does it look like to you genius?" he snarled. "You came in like the house was on fire," he paused before tilting his head to the side. "Is the house on fire?"

"No," Edward beamed. "Which is a good thing considering the fact we are chasing a pyro as well as dealing with that red hood gang too."

Jonathan shook his head. "Great, what do you want?"

"Mist's the Sphinx," Edward whispered his eyes widening in shock and hurt. "She tricked me," they fell into slits as he growled out at him. "She tricked me again, she's laughed in my face all this time and-."

"And you didn't have the sense to see it," Jonathan piped up before he looked down at his hand.

It had burns on it.

Oh no.

He turned to the table next to him and lying there was a slightly charred scarecrow face. He hadn't taken a nap he'd blacked out.

Great.

"I had a feeling it was her!" Edward snapped at him, making his head snap back to the problem at hand. "But I wasn't sure, I kept thinking it couldn't be her but now I know it is."

"I see," Jonathan muttered before he began to deal with some of the other chemicals he had.

"She then went and tricked me again and again. I can't believe I trusted her, I mean I had a daughter with her and she still never told me she was the Sphinx."

"Hmmm how terrible," Jonathan muttered.

He couldn't believe Scarecrow had gained that much control over him. How many times had he blacked out and then Scarecrow went and did whatever he'd liked.

More times then you'd like to know. The voice chuckled making Jonathan scowl.

Of course, what else would he be able to expect from someone like him?

He just hoped he hadn't scared Luna or Lui, the two of them had used Luna's powers to get to the Flea safely since for them it wasn't that much a distance and they liked to talk to Alice and they sometimes went and visited the very daughter Edward had been talking about.

Why was Edward even here? What did he know about assassins and girlfriends? He never had a girlfriend in his life. Oh sure he'd fancied girls but they never payed him any attention.

He was just a nerd to them.

"Jonathan are you even listening to me?!"

Ah yes, he forgot Edward was here.

"What? Yes, yes of course I am."

"You weren't were you?"

Jonathan folded his arms and shook his head. "No, no I wasn't… I was actually wondering why you were here?"

"Mist is Sphinx."

"Yes I heard that bit…. the rest sort of became noise."

"She is the Sphinx, an assassin! My stalker!"

"Yes…" Jonathan trailed off failing to see why this had anything to do with him. "And what exactly do you want me to do about it?"

"I want you to toxin her!"

Jonathan laughed, he threw his head back and laughed, laughed so hard he thought his throat would break.

"Ah… now I see why you have so many friends with mental issues, it's because you have them too, are you insane?!" he growled glaring at him. "I am not gassing your ex-girlfriend! Especially now I know what her real profession is."

"But she tricked me."

"That's your problem not mine," Jonathan bit out before he turned back to the chemicals and began to deal with them. "So if she hurt you that much then I suggest you deal with her in your own way."

"Where is he?"

"Where's who?"

Edward growled and glared at the boy. "Where's Scarecrow."

"He's absent at the moment," Jonathan muttered. "But he won't do it either."

Edward threw his hands up in the air and glared. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Maybe not do anything would be the best course of action."

His friend sighed and nodded his head before he pulled out his phone and frowned. "I need to go anyway, found another victim."

"Another victim?"

"There's a killer going around killing people and calving their names into their chests, they're calling him Anonymous. Pretty catchy name huh?"

Jonathan merely hummed in response as he dealt with his equipment and began to pick up the fallen glass objects.

"Well, anyway. I'm going now, goodbye," Edward piped up and skipped out of the house making Jonathan shake his head.

His eyes drifted over the face of the Scarecrow and he sighed.

He thought he got rid of it.

You ain't getting rid of me that easily, Jonny boy.

Will you just shut up! Why can't you let me live my life?

Oh I'll let you live your life, as long as you let me live mine.

He narrowed his eyes at the face, it seemed to be smirking at him and he growled as scarecrow's laughter filled his head, making another noise silent.

He only just managed to hear his phone.

He answered it and frowned as he heard crying on the other side.

"Hello?"

"Jonathan, it's… it's Doctor Stone… Eve…"

"Eve… what's wrong?"

"My… my sister… she's been killed," the was a pause before a deep breath was heard over the phone. "I'm afraid we're going to have to cancel tomorrow.. I'm sorry it's just-."

"You don't have to apologise Eve," Jonathan assured before he frowned and glanced at the paper. "May I ask… do they know who killed your sister?"

"They… they said it was that serial killer.. the one that's been killing people and leaving their names on them… Oh god, Kelly…"

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the paper. "I'll let you go, Eve. You need to be with your family, I hope everything gets better soon."

He hung up and stared down at the paper.

What are we going to do? asked Scarecrow, as Jonathan picked the paper up and stared at the name.

Anonymous.

He tore the paper up and thew it in the fire, watching as the paper curled and burned at the fires touch, the headline disappearing to ash.

"We're going to introduce Anonymous to a person called payback before I introduce him to a name he won't even of heard of."

Oh? And what name is that?

Jonathan walked back into his room and picked up the face staring down at the burnt edges and gaping black eye holes before he pulled it on over his head, picking up the gauntlet and sliding it on over his wrist.

Ohh I like where this is going… come on Jonny, tell me, what's the name?

Jonathan looked in the mirror and the voice's face stared back.

What's. The. Name?! The voice growled and Jonathan smirked under his second face, hissing a response back.

"Scarecrow."

T.B.C:

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