Scarecrow lifted his head right as Kay whirled around.
Angrily she asked, "Scarecrow. Do you know what you just did?" He just raised an eyebrow, and she shook her head bitterly. "Heh. I don't think you do. I don't think you do at all. I think - ha -! I think that you just think, I dunno, that you only put a line down my face. I can deal. Right?" Kay walked slowly towards Scarecrow, who was leaning nonchalantly against the table, watching her, almost amused. "But you didn't. You did much more than just put a line down my face. You did more than just make me remember you every frickin' day of my life."
She gestured at her face, the movement sending a jolt of pain through both the wound she was referring to and the one on her arm. Blood still rolled down her neck. "I'm going to have a ropey, raised, disgustingly white, scar down my jaw!"
She waited for a reaction, any reaction. Scarecrow smiled and nodded, agreeing, pleased.
So far Kay, hadn't been too angry, but at his response a cold rage filled her chest. Her voice became louder and more forceful: "Before you oh-so-kindly kidnapped me, I was already a freak. I tried my best to become invisible. I got good at it, oh yes I did. But now?" She shook her head, her words coming fast. "Now I have a huge scar. On. My. Face. Do you have any idea how hard it is to blend in with a HUGE FRICKIN' SCAR ON YOUR FACE?"
Scarecrow chuckled as she stood on tiptoe to yell into his face. Crane had said earlier that she would be angry. Seemed the good doctor understood her better than he did. Scarecrow had just been expecting fear.
He moved even closer to her, unsurprised now when she didn't back away. "Sweetheart, what makes you think you'll ever be leaving here alive? And don't be so angry with me, it won't be so bad. Joker's getting by just fine with his scars. Why shouldn't you?" He stroked her hair for a moment before she swatted his hand away.
Trembling with anger, Kay hissed, "Don't you ever compare me with that sick clown. I am a sane person. I do not kill for the fun of it, nor do I feed off other people's fear." Her f's were sharp, her voice cutting.
Running a finger down the side of Kay's jaw, the side without the cut, he responded, "Well. We should work on that, shouldn't we?"
In a flash Kay had grabbed his shirt and used his momentary lack of balance to throw him to the ground. She stamped on his stomach, but he caught her wrist and tanked, dragging her to the ground with him. They wrestled for the upper hand, attacking each other when ever and where ever they could. Reaching her hand up, Kay yanked Scarecrow's mask off. Behind it his face was alight with joy and his dark hair was tousled.
I wonder how he sees without his glasses? The thought went through Kay's head with barely any notice as she slammed her wrist into the ground.
Struggling against Kay's fierce grip on his hair, Scarecrow reached up to the table and grabbed the scalpel. Swinging the silver blade down he slashed another line across Kay's arm and she drew in a hiss of breath as pain cut sharply through her. He swung again, grinning as Kay scrambled backwards to avoid it, but she didn't quite move fast enough, the blade catching her across the stomach.
Falling backwards onto the floor, Kay breathed hard, gripping her stomach, ignoring the stabbing pain as she tried to stop the bleeding. An "ooof" noise came from her lungs as Scarecrow pounced on her and straddled her waist.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her arms above her head. Still breathing hard and trying her best to ignore the pain, Kay glared up at the psychopath. His eyes wild and his hair sticking up all over, a complete mess.
Scarecrow laughed like an adult laughs at a child's antics, and shook his head. "Haha! Awww, nice try, sweetheart. Better luck next time."
"Get off me you sicko." Kay hissed. "I thought I told you two days ago that I'm underage."
There was that sarcasm defense Jonny had been thinking about.
He smirked. Leaning down, his nose almost touching the place where the good side of her jaw met her ear he whispered, "Do you really think that would stop me from doing anything I wanted?"
The sudden alarm on her face over his barely veiled threat made him laugh. Of course he wasn't going to rape her. Only dogs and madmen raped.
"Shhh... Calm down, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you." He crooned into her ear.
"Little late for that." She growled back, keeping her anger magnificently in the face of fear.
Hmm… what games to play now... Scarecrow thought, amused eyes wandering over her, What an interesting position we've found ourselves in, Jonny-boy! What to play, what to play... Scarecrow thought.
She clearly isn't comfortable being touched. Or at least... not like this.
Raising his head and studying the furious girl beneath him, Scarecrow had to agree. So should I just keep doing what I'm doing? See how long it takes for her to snap? See how far we can push her? Hmm?
Jonny was silent for a second. Then, hesitantly, he asked, Could... I? I just... I think I know how to play her better
Scarecrow was surprised. But amused. Seemed the good doctor was taking on some of Scarecrow's more... valued attributes. Reluctantly, he gave up power, teasing Jonny all the while: You don't want her to think that you're, ya know, interested in her, so try and still look like my ravishing self, ok? Don't brush your hair back. He added as Crane lifted a hand to his head.
Beneath them, Kay was still struggling to get free.
"So," Crane began, thoughtfully, trying to keep his eye's wild, "Where do you think you're going?"
Kay paused her struggles for a moment to look Crane in the eye and shake her head, disgustedly, "Anywhere that's not underneath you." She replied, scathingly.
He smiled, and then tightened his grip, sharply, pinning her down so any movement on either part would cause more pain than absolutely necessary. Kay stopped, wincing, and when she did not continue her struggles, Crane raised an eyebrow. "Mmm. I see. Well, as long as you're not actually going to go anywhere, let's talk." He grinned uncharacteristically.
Playing Scarecrow is irritating. Maybe I should just let 'Crow come out and… No. This is far too much fun.
"About what? What a nice day it is outside?" Kay rolled her eyes.
And there she goes again, reverting to sarcasm. Crane noted Her precious little safety net.
Then lets tear it down. Scarecrow replied, his voice filled with malicious delight.
"I dunno, anything on your mind?" He asked with fake curiosity.
Kay rolled her eyes again, "Well, I've been trapped here for two, maybe three days with no shower and shitty food. I've been tortured three times -and ya, I'm counting- and my sleep schedule has been thrown way off. What the fuck d'you think is on my mind?"
Crane pulled his head back a bit, Scarecrow's shot of pleasure at her anger running through him too, "Hmm. Fascinating. So, tell me... what do you think of your new addition to the repertoire of your injuries?" He asked, a small smile playing around his lips, gesturing to her jaw with a nod of his head.
"Oh, it's just great. Thanks a lot for that. Now people can recognize what a freak I am from all the way across the room! Hurray!" Her false enthusiasm made Scarecrow chuckle. He enjoyed sarcasm, as did Crane; that's why the two men got along so well in one head.
Crane struggled to keep his usual cold, thoughtful expression off his face, and indulge in some of Scarecrow's wild passion. Widening his eyes a bit to ensure the crazy look he asked, "Again, what makes you think you're ever getting out of here? I keep the front door locked just in case you somehow make it out of your room. Not that you will, or course. Kealy paces in front of your door voluntarily." He smiled and leaned down to her, as if sharing a secret, "The man's a little... unstable."
Kay's eyes narrowed. "Think what you want, I'll get out of here eventually. With my sanity or not is a different story, but I'll get out. Believe me. I'm a strong willed person."
The determination in her voice amused both of Crane's personalities. He laughed gently onto her neck where he had lowered his head, and goosebumps spread along her skin.
He noticed, and chuckled. "Ah. You like that?" He breathed, moving a little closer until he was almost nuzzling the crook of her neck, tempting her.
"No, I've got goose bumps because it's creepy. Now please... stop." Her voice hoarse with emotion Crane could no longer place. Anger or fear, fear or anger... Who knows.
Who cares? Scarecrow growled fervently, Either's as good as the other, right?
Crane continued playing Scarecrow's part, trying to make the girl as uncomfortable as he could. After all, the more she hated Scarecrow, the happier she would be when he was around. It was like good cop/ bad cop. Except... the cops happened to be the same person.
He breathed hotly down her neck and moved up the other blood covered side. She shivered; maybe in pain, he still couldn't really tell. Shifting slightly so he could whisper in her ear, Crane said, "Do you want to know why you're never getting outta here, sweetheart?" He glanced up at her worried face, smiling slightly.
"No, now pleaseget off me." Kay had given up any pretense of trying to escape his grasp and was now lying stock still on the floor, completely frozen.
"You can't leave because you... are... mine. You belong to me - to do with what I please. I have plans for you, sweetie. Big, fun plans. And you don't get to ruin my carefully thought-out plans because you want to run away... do you?"
Her breathing hitched as he ran his nose lightly down her jaw injury. His own breathing rate increased when he saw the fear and pain in her brown eyes.
"It doesn't have to be bad, ya know. If you go along with my plans then little punishments like this, " He took one hand off her wrists to stroke right above the gash, shivering slightly as her breathing hitched again, "Don't need to happen. What do you say?"
There was a long pause. Then, to Crane's immense surprise, Kay lifted her head and tilted it ever so slightly. Their faces were so close that their noses almost brushed.
Crane tensed. It had been a long time since he had come this close to kissing anyone, not since college. The feel of her lips so close to his own was almost a new experience. His breathing became even faster and he wondered what she could possibly being doing until she whispered, her breath warm against his skin,
"Never."
The moment left him breathing fast with nervous adrenaline and anger. The now bored expression on her face told him all he needed to know.
Dammit 'Crow she knew what we were doing! And she did it right back, and can't believe that worked. Crane thought furiously to his counterpart.
In a second Scarecrow slid back into control and growled in Kay's face, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Dryly Kay responded, "Why are you complaining? You seemed to like it."
Fury coursing through every bit of his body, Scarecrow placed his knee on Kay's stomach and pressed down hard. Gasping, Kay tried to sit up but was held down her wrists.
"Dammit you psycho get off of me! I don't know what you think it'll do but lets just say I'm used to a lot bloody worse. Your not any better than a school-yard bully." Kay thanked the lord when the pressure let up.
As she watched his eyes fade from wild to winter, she felt a strange feeling of relief. Crane had never hurt her except for in his science experiments. A strange tiredness filled her body. The hard concrete hurt her head where it had been hit earlier. Crane's weight hurt her hips and her arms ached from being held above her. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep. She laid her head back and waited for whatever Crane decided to do next.
He let go of her wrists and stood up. Walking over to the table to pick up his glasses he said,
"I apologize for Scarecrow. You're right; he was acting like a school bully." The he turned back to her almost warningly, "You really shouldn't have provoked him like that though. Next time... I might not be able to stop him."
After placing his glasses on his face and running his hands through his hair to restore some order, Crane turned to find Kay sitting up against the wall with her blood matted head lying on top of dirty knees.
She was a pathetic sight. "Kay." She looked up quickly at the sound of her name. "Those gashes need to be stitched up. Come here." A sour look came over her face and she said,
"That's alright. I'd rather bleed out the be helped by you."
Crane sighed in exasperation and rolled his eyes. Beckoning her with his hand, he said, "Don't make me repeat myself. Come here."
Kay hesitated, but got up unwillingly and walked over to the table where he was standing. He pulled out a stool and offered it to her. Turning around he walked over to a cabinet and pulled out various medical supplies.
"Now. Do you have any preference what I stitch up first?"
Alright, how was this? PLEASE review, tell me what you think. I'd love to know. Much love --Archaiclover