Supposedly Repressed- Part 2

Hey again, got a new laptop (thank the gods) so now fanfiction should be easier to upload and write up.

I hope you guys check out J. some great reads on there. :D

Oh and I shall continue with the lyrics from the last chapter.. but 'Dog Days are Over' by Florence and the Machine really helped me write this..

The last chapter which I look forward to writing… may take longer as I plan it to be longer then the other two.. This one shall be very short in comparison to the first and last… but I hope to get to work on finishing this 3 part fic soon.

Anyways... time for the actual fanfiction, enjoy.

Flashback...

Jonathan kept his eyes down as he shuffled, hoping to be unseen, through the hall, just seeing his peers feet as he made his way to the locker. A collection of books held to his chest, mainly psychology.

Upon arriving at the door to his locker, he fished into his pocket for its key before shoving his revision resources inside. Jon paused to push his glasses further up his nose, closing the locker and pocketing the keys.

"Hey, Scarecrow." A mocking voice said, Jonathan just managing to repress a whimper.

"H-hello.."He replied, taking a breath to attempt keeping a nonchalant expression, turning fully to the menacing goliath blocking his path; two others flanking him. 'Why must it be I who has these ignorant bullies follow me everywhere?'

"Say... how's life?"

"Well…" He started, before Bo interrupted immediately.

"Gimme your money, Jonny-boy."

Jon blinked rapidly, "What?"

Bo gave a snigger, "Whoa, you deaf, kid?"

Jonathan edged backwards as Bo made a slow approach, yelping as he fell backwards; most observers in the hall erupting into laughter. He looked up to find a forth, Jon deducing the boy must have stuck his legs out; what worried Jon is how smug he looked at that moment. Jonathan wondered briefly what on earth must be going through his head. Though that didn't matter, he didn't want to know.

'You held me down, but I got up…

Already brushing off the dust.'

"Shouldn't let people walk all over you, ya know…" The raven haired boy murmured, a mischievous smirk taking over his face. Jon for a moment was perplexed with those words… at least until he was suddenly kicked onto his stomach, Jonathan letting out a cry. A foot was placed in centre of his back, pressing down on him, it held him in place.

"I'll say it again…" Bo growled, his voice having an undertone of bitterness to it. "Gimme your money!"

Jonathan attempted to wiggle out from under the weight, only for Bo to snatch up his backpack; rummaging through its contents.

"T-that's mine.." Jon uttered, trying to get his attention, only for his voice to be crushed out of him in another kick.

"Quiet, Ichabod!"

End of Flashback

That name had always stuck in his head, Scarecrow more so.

Due to his lithe, lanky figure.. the nickname 'Scarecrow' had been given to him by many of his cruel tormenting peers, it often reminded him of the scarecrow that hung in his grandma's field; not really needed since the crows preferred the inside of the barn.. he knew that too well. Ichabod… of course picked up on the link to the book 'Sleepy Hollow'… and the character Ichabod Crane. Jonathan found their similarities to be a real hindrance.. a large pain in his bony backside.

"Stupid.. stupid tormenters who appeared to have nothing better to do with their time.. pathetic.."

His mind held so many memories.. majority being sour.. painful.. and eventually becoming mentally scarring.

Memories are cruel things.. yes you can have those precious meaningful moments captured.. almost like photographs. But however, as we know there is those vindictive ones.. that thankfully your brain has the sense to.. repress.. one of its defences. Unfortunately as Jonathan had just witnessed, blocks on the past weren't impervious. They could be unlocked and freed from depths you never knew you had.

Well, you've seen the result of these memories... when his mind broke his counterpart Scarecrow was formed.

'Too right. And just in time too.. you need me Jonny." Crow added, Jon being able to picture his twisted smirk with the usual sadistic glee in his icy pools.. Scarecrow knew his words were correct and he even felt the need to gloat this fact. Jonathan just rolled his eyes.

Crow was the sadist who took pleasure from the screams emitted from his pleading victims, on their knees begging like dogs to be rid of torturous hallucinations that plagued their vision… he of course never gave in to these desperate pleas.. they were beneath him.. of pointless existence. Scarecrow, the Master of Fear looked down his nose on all.

Jonathan was the one who thought logically and rationally.. being the brains behind the fear toxin, claiming to all that his 'work' is merely research; but this.. the gassing of innocents not only gave him the results he wanted.. this satisfied his sadist side. He was the one balancing The Scarecrow, between Crow and his want to take over Gotham..-

'That will soon come to pass.. soon many will bow down to us.. we shall remove the threat of the Batman and own Gotham for ourselves.. it will be free for the taking.'

"One day we shall.. but for now perfecting this toxin is our goal.. once it is just right we will use it against any opposition."

"Awww… seems a long wait Jonny boy. And I'm not patient."

"Well for now you will have to be.. until that is achieved.. Gotham will remain out of our grasp." Jon said with finality, officially ending his conversation with his spilt.

"You will have to be.. as I."

'You hear my voice, you hear that sound?

Like thunder gonna shake the ground.'