A/N: Warning: Long chapter.

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Don't Fear the Bat, Fear the Man

I felt so light headed the moment I uttered those words, that the next thing I knew, I had fainted. But before unconsciousness could take over, I could have sworn that I could see some concern in Bruce's eyes. Not the concern someone would show to a companion, but concern someone would show for a… friend.

Maybe this is a dream, and I'm just the dreamer living in a world where reality and fiction doesn't exist. Only in my wildest dreams would I see, Bruce Wayne worry for me let alone carry me. It can never happen, never.

"Jonathan, Jonathan. Wake up, please wake up."

Who is calling my name? It couldn't be…

"Jonathan you have to wake up. It's me Bruce."

I slowly started to open my eyes, and the first thing I saw as I opened them was Bruce. Slowly, squinting my eyes due to the rays of the sun, and tried to move away from the place that I was situated in. There was no way I was going to keep my head on Bruce Wayne's lap. Sadly Bruce kept my body where it was as he pushed my chest down, and brought my head back to his lap.

"Don't move too much. I don't know what made you faint, but just stay still."

I closed my eyes, and moved my head to the side, if I can't get away from his presence, the least I could do is not look at him. Why must he be so stubborn? Why does he have to pretend to care for someone like me? None of it makes sense, but does it have to?

"Are you okay?"

I sarcastically said. "Perfect."

I could hear Bruce give a small sigh, and try to move my head to stare at his. He succeeded in that, but I still didn't give him the pleasure of opening my eyes to him.

"Why do you insist on being so difficult, Crane?"

"I wouldn't be difficult if you just let me be. I can stand on my own."

I didn't wait for a reply, and made my way to stand up. Pushing on the concrete to stand up, I was up on one knee, and tried to push off to stand on both my legs. I succeeded in standing on both my legs only for them to give up on me. I thought I was going to fall on the concrete until I felt a pair of arms holding my body up from my shoulders.

"I told you, stop being so difficult. You're in no condition to still stand, hear let me help you."

I tried to push his arms away. "Let me go! I can stand on my own. I don't need your help." I looked at Bruce's eyes only to see that he had I bloodied lip. My eyes widened as I stared at his busted lip. "What happened?"

Bruce calmly held me by my shoulders, even though I told him not to, and gave me a confused stare. "Don't you remember? Before you fainted you gave me a good blow to the lip."

I looked to the side to try to hide my face from him. From the information he has given me, I can only conclude that my body didn't do it on its own free will. No, I knew exactly who caused that incident. I frowned as I thought of the name. Scarecrow.

"Jonathan-"

"Don't call me by my name. I don't appreciate that, but I do lament at what I did to you." I hated every moment of having to tell Bruce Wayne that I was sorry.

Instead of Bruce letting me go, he grabbed one of my arms, and placed it over his shoulder, then placed his other to support my back. I struggled, but he kept a good hold on me. After I stopped struggling, he walked us over to the roof tops door. To my surprise Bruce didn't open the door as I expected but instead he softly tried to push me to sit down. I didn't want to do what he wanted, but my legs were about to give out. The next thing I knew we were both leaning back on the roof top's door. I had my head down, trying to avoid any eye contact with him.

I calmly said. "Why don't you go back inside?"

I could see that Bruce looked over to me. "Because I don't want to leave you up here by yourself."

I gave a dry chuckle. "I'm fine. I'm used to being by myself, I don't need anyone." And it was true; I have been by myself for a long time. I have never depended on anyone, except Scarecrow. He's the only one I can really talk to without feeling really alone.

"You don't have to be alone. I may not be your first choice of being considered someone who you are willing to talk to, but I would be someone to listen to you when you need it."

I wish he would stop talking, the more he talks the more I have to listen to his lies coming out of his mouth. "You're right; I wouldn't consider you as someone I would talk to, but I do hope I'm not hearing some sort of care in your voice. You don't care about me."

"I may not care a whole lot about you, but a care enough to worry about your well being. I'm not going to leave you alone like this."

I frowned, and raised my head to look over to him. "What do you mean 'like this'?", saying the last two words in pure hatred towards him.

He pointed to my face. "Like that. Your all riled up, you need to calm down. And what I meant was that I won't leave you alone when you need someone to help you."

I crossed my legs, and stared out to the city. "Maybe I don't need anyone to help me. Maybe I just want to be left alone, have you thought of that?"

"Or maybe you're just scared."

I looked back at him with cold eyes. "Scared? Scared of what?"

He crossed his arms, and stared at me, not once looking away. "Scared because maybe you're just used of being alone for such a long time that you've become frighten at any type of physical contact, let alone any sort of physical presence that you don't want. But what I really think you're scared the most is being here with me."

I looked away, and started fidgeting with my cuffs. "Stop before you say something more stupid."

"Why should I stop, is it because you know what I'm saying is the truth. I saw it in your eyes; you're scared at being near me. Frightened of the fact that once in your life you have to depend on someone, and it kills you to know that it's the very person you so call hate."

I clenched my hands on my pants making them all ruffled up. I was getting mad the more he was talking. I slowly felt myself lose control, and words just started to fly out in pure anger. "I said stop! Who are you to try and analyze me like that! You're just some pampered billionaire, and in the night some damn bat! So don't go acting like you know me, because the fact is that you don't know me at all!" I knew that any moment know he was going to hit me. But he didn't, I slowly looked up, and could see that calm composure of his. He just kept staring at me, and one thought only flew into my mind. What do you fear?

Bruce raised his hand; at that moment I thought he was at least going to slap me. Instead he gently placed that hand over my knee. My eyes widened at the gentleness of his hand. No one has ever touched me like this before. Usually I was either stricken or either pushed around. But he just placed his hand over my knee in the gentlest way I have ever been touched. I moved my gaze to his hand, and I couldn't look away.

"You're right. I don't know you; to me you could be from a whole other world. But that doesn't mean that- are you okay?"

Bruce suddenly stopped his talking, and without thinking I slowly moved my hand, and placed it over his. It was very warm, very different than anything I have ever felt. I kept my stare on the hand, and slowly moved it away from my knee. Instead of pushing it away as I thought I would, I kept hold of his hand, and brought it to the front of my face. I just kept staring at his hand, it was very different, and it was very foreign. Being touched always led to something far worse. That's why I never enjoyed anyone touching me; it was outrages considering that just by a single touch I could feel so much heat. The next movement that Bruce made surprised me. He didn't remove his hand away but instead he flipped his hand, and now I was touching his palm with mine.

"I'm not going to hurt you." That being said he slowly started to close one finger at a time to my open palm. Being cautious the whole time until Bruce finally closed his whole hand on mine. My hand started to tremble at the gentleness of his touch. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"It's okay."

That's all the reassurance I needed to be able to close my hand. I frowned at our hands; I felt that weird feeling again, the same one that made me sick to my stomach. I suddenly remembered Scarecrow's words, and quickly loosened my hold on his hand. Opening my palm back up, I wanted to push him away from me, but I couldn't do it.

Allow me then.

In one instance I pushed his hand away from mine, and clenched my hands so tight. "We should probably go back inside, don't you think?"

Bruce looked like he was confused at what just transpired. "Yeah, we should get back. Can you stand?"

I nodded, and I quickly stood up, almost exaggerating my posture. I knew that Scarecrow had taken over once more, but this time I wasn't going to let it slip up. I quickly took control once again, and as I took control I fell back down into the floor. But instead on falling on the concrete I landed on Bruce. I opened my eyes, and could see I landed in his lap, I pushed away only for Bruce to grab a hold of my arms. My whole body was laid over Bruce's lap; I made eye contact with him, and could see that he was confused.

"Are you okay?"

I just stood up, and fell back down, and all he could say is if I'm okay?

I nodded. "I just had a cramp, now let me go so I can stand up."

He frowned, and did something I never expected him to do. He moved me from his lap only to bring me back to the spot I was once settled in, bringing us back to square one. The only difference was that I wasn't leaning on the wall, but leaning on Bruce's chest. He had a hold on both my wrist, probably thinking that I would try to pry myself away from him.

I shakily said. "What are you doing?"

Bruce's hold on my wrist led up by just a bit. "Stopping you from doing something stupid again, if we have to stay up here all night, then we will."

I frowned at the idea of being in this position for a long time, but my legs felt numb. I tried to shuffle my legs but they didn't move an inch. "We might be here for a while if you don't leave."

He tightened his hold again. "I'm not leaving you alone, how many times do I have to say that until it gets into your head. Besides, I don't think anyone would go searching for me. Just concentrate on calming down, and when you think you're able to stand will go back inside."

He did make a good point, but the thought of being in his arms made me sick to my stomach. If I leaned my head back then I would be resting it on his chest. That is not acceptable, so I kept my head lowered towards the floor. That is until I felt Bruce move his hand, and place it on my forehead, pushing it to rest on his chest.

"What are you doing?"

He sighed, and kept his hold on my forehead. "Can you please just shut up, and calm down. This would go a lot faster if you just keep calm."

I frowned, and shook my head. "At least let my head go."

He did, and moved it back to my wrist. I felt him lean his head back to rest on the concrete wall. I never once thought that I would ever be in this position before. I wanted to grab his head, and slam it to the wall. When I moved my arms, I could see that Bruce's hold on them was loosening. I frowned, and tried to think of why he was faulting on his hold. The next thing I knew, I heard soft breath breathing out, and in. Then I felt his chest moving in a calm manor. The only thing that could be causing that would mean that he has fallen asleep. I twisted my neck around, and could see that he did fall asleep. He had his eyes closed, and was breathing out slightly, only to breathe back in.

He was looking tired in the morning, but this couldn't be any improvement from a stiff couch to a hard concrete wall. But still, why did he have to hold me like this? I hate it, I hate him.

With that in mind, I moved my gaze back to the city. Not really paying attention to anything, but feeling Bruce's warm breath, and being in his hold started to make me drowsy. My eyes were slowly fluttering close, and decided it was best to take a small nap. I was going to hate myself for this later, but right now I didn't care. Scarecrow must have left anyway. So I laid my head on Bruce's chest, and without me noticing, I twisted my arms so that my hands could interlock with his. I really must be insane, but so does he. I closed my eyes completely, and fell to a quite slumber.

Two, no, maybe three hours passed as I slowly started to open my eyes. I looked at the direction of where the sun usually is, and could see that it was going down. Sunset already, how long was I asleep? And why do I feel so comfortable?

Maybe because you have a warm cozy 'Bat', lying right behind you holding you in an embrace.

I frowned at Scarecrows words. The Bat's embrace?

I look down to my abdomen, and could see that a pair of arms where embracing my middle section. Then I turned my neck, and could see that Bruce Wayne was right behind me, sleeping his troubles away.

I moved my hands, and pried Bruce's arms away from my waist. After I completed that, I tried to see if I could finally move my legs. I tested moving my right, and it moved normally. Then my other and that one also moved normally. Not a second later I was back on my legs, dusting away any kind of dirt that my pants had acquired. I checked my coat pocket, and took out my glasses; I placed them on my face, and moved to pick up my forgotten scarf that was lying on the floor. It was a good thing I left the hat in his office. I wouldn't want to be in Bruce's debt or then I would really be mad.

I turned around, and frowned at the man sitting down on the floor. I adjusted my cuffs, and remembered that I have left my fear toxin at the manor. If I had my way, you would be experiencing your darkest of fears for a hundred years. I hate you for embarrassing me once again! Even when you don't try or are wearing that damn costume, you still figure out a way to embarrass me beyond belief.

Why don't you let me take over? I'm sure I-

You! Don't think I have forgotten what you did. You took control of my body when I felt my most weakest, and exploited that for your own benefit.

I could see that Scarecrow was livid at my accusation. I only did what you couldn't bring yourself to do. Remember Jonathan I'm the part of you that does what you most deeply desire. Don't act like you didn't want to punch that damn billionaire because then I would definitely consider you crazy. I know you, and I'm the only one who will ever care for you. Don't you see, that damn billionaire is trying to pin us against each other. Tell me, when was the last time we had a conversation. Ever since you started hanging around him, you've come to ignore me. And I told you from the beginning, I don't want him anywhere near me, near us. If he tries anything, you better believe me when I say I'll knock his lights out. Remember, you told me that you wouldn't make any physical contact with him. So, why did you let him?

I furrowed my eyebrows in anger, and ran my fingers through my hair. Because… because for once in my life I actually felt fear. Do you know how long it has been since I have felt such a thing? Even with my mask keeping me from becoming poisoned by my own toxin, I still don't feel anything! It has become frustrating, but ever since he reversed my own toxin on me, I felt free, you felt free, did you not? Now we have a deeper connection then we once had. Of course, I'm not saying I feel grateful for him, but if I get to feel at least one emotion rushing through my body, I want it to be fear. It was just a mere coincidence that Bruce Wayne and the Batman were one in the same. I'm not trying to ignore you on purpose, it's just I-

Have no use for me, is that it?

I shook my head. No, you'll always be a part of me, nothing would separate us. We are the same side to a coin; we need each other to support the other. I'm not going to place my trust on that man, but it doesn't hurt to pretend that I'm actually trying to trust him. I just need you to stay back, and let me handle things. If he starts getting suspicious I'm sure he'll find a way to get rid of you.

Fine, but keep in mind, how long do you think your little charade will last. He's bound to realize sooner or later that you have been using him for your own selfish gain. And when he realizes that, I promise you that he will throw you out back into the streets, or even worse, throw you back into Arkham.

We'll get to that when we cross that bridge, but for the mean time, just stay back and let me handle things from now on.

I ended my conversation with Scarecrow, and placed my attention once again on Bruce Wayne. Could it be possible that I shouldn't fear the Bat, but the Man behind the mask? I walked over to his sitting position, and waved my hand in front of his face. He didn't seem like he was getting up any moment. I sighed, and turned my head back to Gotham. I could see that the sun was finally starting to set. I frowned as it reminded me of the crops I had to tend to.

Georgia…

No matter where I went, trouble always seems to follow me. Could I never have peace, and be left alone with my own research. I guess not, my life just seems to fall into a down ward spiral. The only true constant thing in my life is Scarecrow. But then, if I'm stuck here, does that mean that Wayne will somehow become a constant in my life as well? The one person I hate with all my fiber is sleeping, and I have to stay here to wait for him to wake up. This is pure madness. But deep down, I know that this will never last. Nothing last forever, especially when I'm thrown into the mix.

I turn my head, and see that Bruce has moved into a different position. This one consisting of his head tilted to right completely, and his legs crossed. He's going to wake up with the worst neck cramp ever. I made my way to his sleeping form, and slightly pushed his body down into the floor. The last thing I want is a cranky billionaire acting all high, and mighty.

I looked at my hands then towards his. His hands were more calloused then mine, and had more color, while mine looked completely pail compared to his. Also, his hands were a lot longer then my pale hands. I clenched my fists, and sat down near the door, I rather keep notice if somebody is going to open the door than to start comparing other body parts with Bruce Wayne.

Not long after, I hear a small moan and look over to the billionaire as he starts to come alive. He cracks his neck as he leans it to the right, and the left. That's when he notices me by the door.

"I see that you're more relaxed, that's good."

I stood up, and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Yes, well I think it's time we go back. Seeing as it's already past sunset."

That's when he took notice of the sky, and looked at his watch. "I didn't think it would get so late. We should better return."

He stood up from the floor, and went to grab the door knob. But before turning it, he looked over to me. "Cover up; we're not going back to my office. I need to check on someone."

I once again replaced my glasses, and moved my scarf to cover half my face. After completing that, Bruce opened the door, and we made our way down some stairs. I followed behind as he made a turn in a long hallway. Looking at the hallway, I could tell that it kept going. I wondered where this hallway led to.

"Where are we going?"

Bruce looked at his watch, and then looked back to the direction he was going. "We're going to a small chemical lab we have here in Wayne Enterprise. I told you early on that I had to meet with someone. I just hope he's still there." Muttering the last sentence to himself.

Out of everything that he said, I only caught one thing out of it all. "Small chemical lab?"

"Yes, there's a chemical lab here in Wayne Enterprise, and then there's another larger one. That one I only have access to. No one is allowed to go there."

Before I could ask any more questions, Bruce stopped in front of a door. He opened the door, and made his way inside. When we got inside we could tell that no one was in this room. Only flasks filled with substances, and bookcases filled with stacks of books. Beautiful.

As I was admiring the lab, Bruce looked around and could see that whoever was supposed to be here has already left.

"It seems that he left."

Completely ignoring Bruce, I made my way over to one of the large bookcases. I dragged my index finger on the edges of the books, until one caught my attention. I took out the strange looking book, and opened it up to the first page. I raised one eyebrow at the content the book held. I kept flipping through pages only to see that this book only held one interest in it.

I moved my scarf down. "Well, this is quite interesting."

Bruce came over to where I was standing. "You shouldn't be looking into other peoples things."

"Oh. What about if it hold's information that has to do with yourself Mr. Wayne. Or should I say Batman?"

Bruce frowned, and reached out for the book I was holding. "What is all this?"

I changed to my glasses as he asked that question. "I believe that's what someone would call an obsession, mainly towards your Dark Knight persona."

Bruce kept flipping through pages. Inside the book that he was holding was something I never thought someone would find in Wayne Enterprise, let alone a chemistry lab. The little black book that Bruce held contained news articles of the Batman. Every single page of the book was filled of Batman's vigilante's acts around Gotham City. From the first article of when he started showing up in Gotham City, to the most recent one that was out. Specifically they were all cut out of the news paper; the person who did this must have only cared about the Batman to have cut up only his article.

Bruce's frowned deepened as he kept looking through the book. "Why would one of my employees keep something like this?"

I merely shrugged. "Maybe they envy you-well, not you specifically, but the Batman. Who ever had the time to research your persona must really seem interested in it. But I do wonder what something like this is doing in a chemical lab."

Bruce closed the book, and looked over to me. "You understand how to use chemicals, right?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Of course I can. I'm an expert in all chemicals, and chemical making. Why?"

Bruce merely nodded. "Good. Because this bookcase holds more than a hundred chemical formulas, and I like to know what my employee has been up to for the past three weeks."

For the first time since I have been with Bruce, I gave a true smile as I reached out to the first book that was in the beginning section of the bookcase, and I began looking over every formula, embedding it to my memory.

A/N: Thank you for your reviews, I hope to have the next chapter done soon around next week.

Just wondering if anyone can figure out which character has a massive obsession with the Batman or bats to be more exact. Also there is going to be a part two to this chapter.

Please, reviews would be much appreciated.