Chapter Sixteen

I had fallen asleep on the car ride there so I did not know where we were or how far from Gotham we were when the car stopped and I awoke from my slumber. So I asked.

"Where are we?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as Jonathan unbuckled his seat belt.

"On the outskirts of town," he simply replied before getting out of the car and going around to my side. I unbuckled myself and opened the door right as Jonathan reached my side. He held a hand out for me and I gently stood up in my three inch heels and pushed my dress down a bit before Jonathan swept me up into his arms.

"Why didn't you just get my wheelchair out?" I asked holding onto his neck as he walked towards the house in front of us.

"Because the bedroom is upstairs," he said. I fell silent and observed the house. It was white with blue trimmings on the edge of a small suburban area. It was a two story and had a bay window looking out over the hills. Something very 'happy family' like and ordinary; perfect for blending in.

He carried me gently up the stairs, which were located next to the front door, and into the master bedroom which was down the hall, and placed me on the king sized bed that had orange sheets and comforters. He took my heels off and placed them neatly on the floor before looking up at me, straight in the eye.

"How do you feel?" he asked, in his doctor voice.

"Tired. Do you have something I can change into?" I asked. I just wanted to sleep and deal with everything in the morning. This day had just been too bizarre.

"Yes," he said getting up and then leaning over to me, "you look beautiful by the way," he kissed me before leaving the room and going back down to the car to get a few bags and my wheelchair. I heard him come up the stairs a few minutes later, and in that period of waiting for him I had to fight off my urge to just go to sleep.

He had two bags, one he handed to me and the other he placed on a chair in the room, I couldn't help but notice it was his old doctor's bag. Before I could say anything though he came to me and helped me up and led me to the bathroom where he sat me down on the toilet lid and left, mumbling he would be back in a few minutes.

I went through the contents of the bag and saw it had some clothes from my apartment that I left behind while I stayed at the Wayne Penthouse. I pulled out some old pyjama bottoms and a large t-shirt and put them on. I quickly brushed my teeth and then waited a few minutes. Jonathan came in wearing only a white button up shirt, blue boxers, and white socks; I kind of wished he slid in with his back to me and sunglasses on while singing into a hairbrush or something.

Once I was under the covers of the bed and happily ready to fall asleep I felt Jonathan remove the covers off my bandaged leg and pulled my pant leg up.

"What are you doing?" I asked watching him.

"I am still a doctor and I want a good look at you leg," he said before slowly removing the bandages. I ignored the pain and the cool air that fell on my leg and relaxed into the fluffy pillows and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning happily rested and swung my legs around to hang off the edge of the bed. I carefully got up and tested the strength of my leg before walking out of the room and down the stairs. It took about three minutes to get to the kitchen and when I walked in Jonathan was sitting at the table reading a newspaper. He looked up when I entered and was about to get up to help me but I stopped him.

"Don't," I said holding my hand up and taking a seat in the chair across from him, "we need to talk."

"About what?" he asked folding the newspaper up and setting it on the table. He was now staring at her with the same look he gave his patients; this just made it easier on me to tell him what was on my mind. If he still liked me he wouldn't be giving me that look.

"Our relationship," I said while crossing my arms and staring straight at him.

"Ah," he said with a knowing look, "what about it?"

"What is it? There must still be something for you to kidnap me," I said.

"There still is but I cannot be very open because Scarecrow does not like it," he said bluntly.

"Well if Scarecrow doesn't like me, why do you still? It seems the only person that matters to you now is him," I stated boldly and glaring at him.

"He could never replace you," he said, "and I will make this work even with him around."

"You mean you will control him," I said not believing him at all. He couldn't control Scarecrow before, what makes him think he can do it now?

"Yes," he said making it final, but I still wasn't a believer.

"Prove it. Do something that will make him come out and see if you can control him," I said daringly. I knew I could get hurt, but at this point I didn't care. I wanted Jonathan to be able to control Scarecrow so we could be together. I had been feeling and emptiness that was now beginning to fill with him near again. Sure my life was getting back to be in order but when you love someone like Jonathan Crane, aka Scarecrow, order in life is not to be expected, and I was ready.

"You want me to prove it?" he asked making sure he heard correctly. Oh he was willing to prove it and he knew just what to do to provoke Scarecrow, I did as well.

I simply nodded my head and before I knew it Jonathan had quickly made his way around the kitchen table and was now in front of me, our lips locked in a fierce embrace. Scarecrow didn't like intimate situations like this that dulled the senses because you aren't aware of your surroundings. I knew he wouldn't like this. You see he wanted me to be close to Jonathan, that why he allowed him to kidnap me, so that I wouldn't abandon him causing Jonathan to become weaker and thus making Scarecrow weaker. That is why I got that note in the hospital, but now it was time to control the Scarecrow.

I was now still sitting in the chair but I was straddling Jonathan as he sat on it with his back leaning against the kitchen table. All of a sudden he pulled back from the kiss and grabbed his head. Scarecrow wanted out but Jonathan was doing all he could to keep him at bay.

"He wants out," cried Jonathan.

"You said you couldn't control him. All you have to do is keep him in your head this one time and I will stay," I said. In all honesty I didn't think he would but a few minutes later he stopped grabbing his head and calming down.

"We made a deal," he said after a tense silence.

"What deal?" I asked.

"You could stay only if you satisfy both our needs," he said staring me straight in the eye. I had a feeling I knew what Scarecrow's 'needs' were but I still have confirm them.

"And what would his 'needs' be?" I asked.

"Well besides the obvious," he started and grabbed my upper thighs, "he would also like your services when we need someone to spy, seeing as how we are well known."

"And what are your 'needs'?" I asked.

"You with me," he said and crashed his lips back onto mine. I found I could live with these terms so I kissed him back.

A/n: I know it has been a while. I now have some sort of idea as to where I'm taking this story so I should be getting more chapters out. Thanks for reading.