A/N: Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

My Assistant

Assistant…

To say that I was in disbelief was an understatement.

I adjusted my glasses, and looked at Bruce's eyes to see if he was being serious. When I couldn't tell or just wouldn't accept that he was I asked him. "You're joking, right?"

He glared back at me. "I don't joke."

I crossed my arms, and gave him a serious stare. "Good, because that wasn't funny."

He pushed the bed covers away from his body, and stood up. Never breaking his gaze from my own. "From this day on you shall live here in the mansion if you want access to any sort of chemical lab. Or do you take it back?"

"No, I don't take it back." I said it without even thinking about it. But it was my only chance I had to work on my research. It is quite annoying not having any resources to work from. Especially since I was kicked out of Arkham as the Administrator. Even though Arkham was a little bit plain, it did have everything I needed. From the test subjects to the making of my chemicals, I grew quite fond of Arkham. Not so much all the crazies that would freak out, and go into a fit. But that's why there exists fear, what better way to control anyone other than their own personal demon. Speaking about Arkham, I wonder who runs it now.

I sat back down on the chair, and gave Bruce a questionable look. "Just out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to know who runs Arkham now."

"As a matter of fact, I do know who runs Arkham. Why, being a little jealous?"

I gave a dry laugh. "Jealousy has nothing to do with it, Mr. Wayne. I was simply curious as to who runs Arkham. But it seems I won't be getting any ans-"

"Quincy Sharp."

I frowned at the name that was given to me. "If memory serves me well, I believe that he's the one who has quite a dedication on cleaning up Gotham. Not that I would disagree with his methods but it seems very strange that a man of his caliber is now situated in Arkham."

Bruce gave a small frown trying to decide what to say next. "What do you mean by "strange"? He seems to be a very looking dedicated man worried about Gotham's insane."

I smiled. "Have you ever met the man? From afar, he does seem like someone dedicated to help the insane, but if you met him, and analyzed how he works, then you would take notice that he seems to have quite a pompous personality. Also, I once caught him going through my work. Not something someone should do if there trying to help the criminal insane."

"What's wrong if he went through your work? Wasn't it filled with your patients notes?"

I started playing with the cuff of my sleeve. "Well, not this type of work. It was more of my chemical research he was going through. But I highly doubt he could understand any of it."

He crossed his arms, and stared at me for a long period of time. "That is strange. If it would have been anyone else they probably would have questioned you or at least ask for some explanation on what you were working on."

"I have everything thought out if the time came to such extremes."

Bruce arched an eyebrow. "Let me guess, your toxin."

I smirked at him, knowing he would say that. "No. But good guess, what I would have done is explained that those notes are for making medicine. Not far from the truth, but it would bring all the questions to my work to a halt."

"Not that this is not interesting, but since you never declined my proposition of moving into the house. I would believe is only fair if we go back to your place, and retrieve your things."

"Fair enough. I get to work on my research, and you get to watch me work as your boredom grows by the second."

He moved to open the door, and turned around to face me. "That's not going to change my mind, Crane."

I sighted, and stood up. "Can't blame me for trying."

I followed Bruce as we made it to one of his car garage. I waited outside the garage as he went in to retrieve a car. When he came back out I could see that he was riding a red Porsche. I moved to the passenger seat, and opened up the door. But not going inside the vehicle.

"You do realize if you ride a car like this to where I reside, your car is only going to end up either missing some wheels or paint sprayed."

He tapped his dumb on the steering wheel. "You make a good point. Then we'll take a better transportation vehicle."

Minutes later after placing his car inside his garage, he came back out with a-

"Motorcycle? How is this better?"

Bruce handed me a helmet, and a black backpack.

He placed his own helmet over his head, and motioned me to sit on the bike behind him.

I placed the backpack on my back, but I didn't get on the bike. "There's no way you can make me get on that thing."

He turned his head around, and lifted up the front of his helmet with a push of a button. "Why not? It's safe, are you worried you'll fall off?"

I placed the red helmet over my head, and pointed to the motorcycle. "No. I'm just wondering where the passenger goes?"

He patted the back part of the seat. "Behind me, just hold tight, and try not to let go."

I crossed my arms, and frowned. "I won't hold you around the waist."

He just shrugged his shoulders, and brought the helmet back down, covering his face. I knew he wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon. But I still got on the damn bike, and looked for anything else to hold on. I refuse to touch him; I will not hold him around the waist as if my life depends on it. He started the bike, and when he started moving, I quickly placed my hands on his waist.

Damn him.

As his speed picked up on the streets, my hands holding his waist wasn't good enough anymore. Leading me to bring my entire body pressed up to his back. This is why I hate motorcycles.

When we arrived to a stop in front of my apartment, I quickly pulled myself away from him. I made my way up to my apartment, and opened the door, Bruce following close behind me. I took off the helmet, and settled it on the table. I placed my Scarecrow mask inside the backpack, and got packing all my belongings. Bruce took off his helmet, and also placed it on the table, running a hand through his unkempt hair. I could see he was watching me carefully to see what I was taking with me.

"Can you stop staring, it's annoying."

He leaned on the wall, and crossed his arms. "I'm just checking what you're taking with you, nothing wrong with that. But why are you leaving some of your clothes here?"

I placed one of my research note book inside the backpack as I replied. "Because this backpack you gave me can only carry so much. I rather bring my notes with me than to leave them here for anyone else to use them for or toss them away. Also, I thought living with a billionaire had its privileges."

"You mean go shopping?"

I placed a coat inside, and tried to zip up the backpack. "No, not really. I really do not like to go shopping that much."

Seeing as I was struggling to get the zipper to go up, Bruce came over, and held the backpack closer so that I could get the zipper around.

"I'm not going to thank you."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't expect you to."

Right before we left the apartment, we placed our helmets back on, and made our way back to his motorcycle.

Again I was holding tightly his waist as he once again picked up speed on the streets. You would think he was racing someone or something.

We made it back to the mansion, and we went back inside. This time Bruce was carrying my backpack as saying "it's the polite thing to do."

He opened the door, and I followed him as he went up the stairs. This house looked like it could go on forever. It had so many rooms; it was hard telling which one would be mine.

He suddenly stopped, turning around to face me. "On second thought, your room is going to be closer to mine."

I frowned at him. "Why is that?"

"To keep a better eye on you. If you try to sneak away I could tell, and also I don't trust you that much to place you far away from my location."

Oh, so that's it, huh.

"Fine. I don't care; I just want to take a nap."

We walked back to where his room was located, and went into a room not far from his own. He opened the door, and placed the backpack on the floor. The room was simple enough. It consisted of one large bed, a large closet, and one large bathroom inside the room.

"A shower and a tub in one room? Now that's impressive Mr. Wayne. But what if I'm taking a shower, and you enter without my consent."

He looked over to the bathroom only separated by one trip through a small hall. "I'll knock before coming into your room. As I expect you to respect my room, and privacy, Crane."

I started unpacking my things from the backpack as I responded. "No need to worry Mr. Wayne, I really don't care what a man like yourself does at anytime of the day. I have other things to keep me occupied, and speaking about being occupied, when will I be able to visit your chemical lab. And when do you expect to give me more details about being 'Mr. Wayne's assistant'."

He walked to the door, and looked back to me. "I'll think of something tomorrow, for the meantime stay here, and try not to do anything funny."

That being said, he left, and closed the door behind him. I went back to unpacking my stuff, which were merely my notes, and a couple of clothing that I was able to stuff inside the small backpack. I placed my notes on the bookcase that resided in the room, and placed my clothing inside the closet merely leaving it on top of a drawer. I went back to my backpack, and pulled out one final thing. My mask.

I stared at it, and placed it under my pillow.

Scarecrow?

…

Figures, he wouldn't respond. He must be furious right now; I'll try talking to him when he calms down.

I open my eyes, and look over to the alarm clock. In red digits it showed that it was five thirty in the morning. I rubbed my eyes, and got out of bed. I took in my surroundings wondering if this was all a dream. Was I really living with Bruce Wayne? Looking around, I could see that it was not a dream, and indeed it was reality.

Why?

I was startled that Scarecrow was speaking to me. Why, what?

Don't play with me, Jonathan! Why did you do it? At what point did you see the Batman as your new boss!

I frowned as he was talking. I don't consider him as my boss, but if that's what I have to do, then so be it. But if you really think about it, it was a tough offer to refuse. Sure I'm going to be watched 24/7 but at least I'll be able to work with all the chemicals I can get my hands on. Moving in here was just a bonus.

So, you're going to pretend?

Of course. Like I'll be doing this all for nothing. I only trust you, no one else.

Good, keep it that way.

That said, I moved to the bathroom, and examined it. So, this door here is all that's going to be covering up my body. Great, I guess I better get it to steam up a bit, and fog up the shower door.

Coming out of the shower, I placed a towel around my waist, and brushed my dripping hair back. I made my way to the closet, and picked out my clothes. When I was completely dressed, I heard a knock on the door.

I turn to it. "Come in."

Bruce comes in with wet hair still clinging to his forehead. Guess I'm not the only one to take morning baths.

"Alfred prepared breakfast, hope you like pancakes."

I shrugged my shoulders. "It doesn't matter to me."

"Good," as he was about to leave he turned around and said one more thing, "oh, before I go, I'd like you to apologize to Alfred for the little stunt you did yesterday." He left after that.

I frowned. Apologize? I don't apologize. But I rather not cause any more trouble, and also, that man does look a little bit intimidating.

I saw Bruce eating in front of the television, and could see that the butler was washing some of the dishes.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

I walked up to the butler, and clear my throat. "Yes, Dr. Crane?"

He still had his back turned to me. "I-I just wanted to say my apologies to you from last night."

"I'm not one to hold grudges Dr. Crane, but seeing as you're in pain at just muttering that word, I'll think about it."

Better than a no, I guess.

He turned around, and filled a plate with two pancakes, and some eggs. "Here, you may sit anywhere you like or join Master Wayne." He left to go do whatever a butler does.

Leaving me with Bruce, and a plate full of delicious looking food. I took a seat on one of the chairs that belonged to the kitchen table, and began eating my breakfast. As I was half way through, Bruce moved from the living room area, and sat across from me.

"So, you apologized to Alfred?"

I placed my fork back down. "I did, but he said he would think about it. Not a yes or a no answer, but that's good enough for me."

Bruce placed his knife back down, and looked over to me. "It should be. Not everyone is going to accept you so quickly."

I snorted. "It's not like I'm going to apologize to the whole city of Gotham."

"True, but since you're going to be my assistant, I have no idea how I'm going to hide an insane criminal from the public. Also, I don't know if you're going to stay true to your promise of not trying out your toxins on humans."

I sight, and look over to Bruce. "Whether or not you can trust me, is your problem. But what I find more highly offensive is that you call me an "insane criminal," I may not have the best track record but don't say that so easily like I belong back at Arkham. I'm not going back to Arkham."

Bruce moved his plate to the side, and placed his attention on me. "I'm just warning you Crane that if you get out of hand, don't think for a second I won't send you back to Arkham. But seeing as your normal at the moment I won't patronize you with it. Now back to what I was saying, how do you suppose I hide you when we go out in public?"

"What, thinking about taking me to some fancy restaurant? To make things simple for you Mr. Wayne, I don't enjoy those types of things."

He frowned. "Not like that. I mean as in walking around in daylight. Someone is bound to notice you, from the papers, or news reports."

I moved my plate to the side. "Well, I have been using a scarf, and a pair of sunglasses, and no one has been able to recognize me."

He looked in disbelief. "A scarf, and a pair of sunglasses. Not that your idea is any bad but having to walk like that all day will surely get people suspicious. Especially, in the summer days."

"You do have a point there. But I have nothing else to cover my appearance with. But before you start making a list, I'll tell you what I don't want you to do. One: no hair dye. Two: no surgery. Three: no dressing me up like something I'm not. That's I'll I ask."

"Now that we've gotten all the things that never occurred to me out of the way, let's move on to something more realistic, shall we. Now, how about we try… you know what, maybe that scarf, and sunglasses could work. No, lose the scarf, and wear a hat."

I nodded in agreement. "That's acceptable."

I got up from the chair, and placed the dish in the sink, washing it before moving to the living room.

I took a seat on the couch, and Bruce took a seat on another couch.

I looked at him. "You never told me what an assistant does for Bruce Wayne."

He smiled, and crossed his legs. "What, going to fetch me coffee, and organizing my paper work doesn't sound good enough."

I frowned at his sarcasm. "I'm being serious."

"Well, when I meant assistant, I didn't quite mean as my assistant of Wayne Enterprise."

I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping that he didn't think what I think he was going to say. "Then as an assistant to what?"

He sat on the edge of his seat. "More like my assistant as in assisting me with my Batman duties."

"No."

He frowned, and straighten himself up on the seat. "Why not- is this because of the time I use your fear gas against you."

I placed my palms on my knees, and squeezed them tight, making my knuckles go white. "Batman," I say like spitting out venom, "ruined me. I'm not going to work for someone who poisoned my mind."

He looked at me straight in the eyes, and could tell I wasn't joking. "How about if I don't wear the costume around you, will that help?"

I looked down, and thought about it for a moment. "I-I guess so."

"Good. But seeing as today is an off day at work, I'll most likely take you to the laboratory tomorrow. In the mean time I want to show you something else."

He stands up, and motions me to follow him. "What do you want to show me?"

We walked to his room, and he took out his laptop. "Remember when we talked about the new owner of Arkham the other day."

"Yeah. But what does that have to do with anything."

He placed his laptop on the small table he had in his room, and walked out of the room for a couple of seconds to bring back two kitchen chairs. Placing them in front of the laptop. We both took a seat, and he entered his password for the computer.

"I was researching Quincy Sharp, and there's just something I don't seem to get. I found out that when patients check into Arkham mostly the more who thrive on anarchy seem to either come back scarred or just simply 'check out'."

I smirk. "That sounds interesting."

He narrowed his eyes on the laptop. "Sounds more like someone I know. Anyway, I find it suspicious that a man of his stature would do such a thing. Especially, if he tries to hide it from the records."

I adjusted my glasses, and frowned. "Then how do you know this?"

"I simply hacked into the Arkham files, and began from there. I've never met this man in person so I don't know how he works things in Arkham."

I leaned back against the chair, and crossed my arms. "Why bother any way. I mean it's not like you care about what happens in Arkham after the patient is checked in."

"I do, if the man behind Arkham is using it to benefit himself."

"So what, it's not like you can waltz in there, and expect to get answers from the man."

Bruce stood up, and closed his laptop, moving over to the closet. "I can if I'm making a 'donation' to the asylum. Bring your scarf, and sunglasses."

I looked over to him. "For what?"

He smiled, and brought me a black fedora hat. "Remember, you're my assistant. Any where I go, I expect my assistant to go."

I looked down to the fedora hat. I don't know what's worse, being stuck in Arkham or being Bruce Wayne's assistant.

Either way I placed the hat over my head.

A/N: Quincy Sharp is the man who runs Arkham in the game "Batman Arkham Asylum".

Also thank you for the reviews!

I have been feeling better so I took the time to get out of bed, and work on this chapter. This chapter is about as long as the last one, this one took me six hours with quick a dinner brake.

pacochico11: The Joker is in the asylum at the moment, at least that's would I would think if he was captured at the end of the movie. As for the romance, its probably going to be a slow process to it. As for Jonathans appearance, it most likely look believable to some but to others not that much. Thank you for the concern of my health.

Silas C. Ren: I think I will start making the chapters longer seeing as I can't seem to find a spot to stop at very quickly. I hope for updating soon can count for everyday! And thanks for your concern.

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