Jonathan Crane- Chapter Four.
Realization.

~ "Fine but you're sleeping on the couch." I mumble. ~

~Dream~

"What...What do you want from me? Do you live to make me miserable you sick bastard!" a 15 year old me cries, cradling the now dead body of my mother.

"Is that any way to speak to your Father Shannon? After all I've done for you-"

"ALL YOU'VE DONE FOR ME? YOU'VE DONE NOTHING BUT CAUSE ME AND MOM MISERY OUR WHOLE LIVES! Do you get some kind of..Sick pleasure from causing people pain? From causing them misfortune?"

My father throws my mother from me and pins me to a nearby wall, holding a knife to my throat. "I could do it you know. Kill you, right now. It would be so easy to do."

I spit in my fathers face, but in return he presses the blade harder onto my throat, drawing blood.

"You... You ungrateful little bitch. I've done everything I can to make sure you have a better life and THIS is how you repay me? Maybe I should kill you.." My father growls.

In a split second the roles have changed and now my father is the one with a knife against his throat.

"The thing is Daddy Dearest, is that unlike you, I don't ponder whether or not to kill you. So uh make peace with your dear lovely god. Because soon you'll be joining him."

"P-Please don't do this I-"

"Don't do this? Just seconds ago you had a knife to my throat and were going to kill me. Why shouldn't I get to do the same?" I growl.

"I...I'm sorry! Just ple-" My fathers pleas are cut off by me slitting his throat, drenching myself in his blood.

~End Of Dream~

I jolt up in a cold sweat tracing over the scar left by my father on my throat and see Jonathan standing at the edge of my bed. "What are you doing in here?"

"You killed your father?" He says, ignoring my question.

"Yeah, I did. When I was fifteen. Wait, how did you know?" I question.

"You talk in your sleep." He states, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Oh, you know, you never did tell me why you were in my room in the first place." I question, pulling my covers up to my chest.

"I uh, couldn't sleep." Jonathan admits sheepishly.

"Oh, well you can stay in here for a while, I mean, if you want."

"Well, thanks." Jonathan says, slowly making his way closer to me.

"Yeah, that's...That's ok..." I whisper, slowly leaning into Jonathan, him doing the same.

Just as it seems like Jonathan is going to kiss me, my cellphone rings, causing him to jump back to the edge of the bed. I groan and pick up my phone.

"You better have a fucking good reason for calling me Devon." I growl.

"Well uh, Boss...We have a situation." Devon whispers.

"Well what the fuck is it? And why the hell are you whispering?"

"I'm whispering because I'm in jail. And the situation is IM IN FUCKING JAIL!" He whispers harshly.

"You're a big boy Devon. Get yourself outta jail. I was a little BUSY when you decided to fucking call me." I growl before I hang up the phone.

"Who was that?" Jonathan asks.

"Devon, he's got himself stuck in jail again." I grumble as I get some clothes on.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"WE, my dear Johnny boy, are going to bust him out." I say as I pull him up from my bed.

"Get dressed. We leave in five minutes."

I hear Jonathan sigh as I leave the room.

"Trust me, I'm not happy about it either." I mumble as I grab my switchblade and two guns.

Jonathan walks out fixing his tie.

"You know how to use a gun?" I question him as I load both guns.

For his sake i hope he does..

"No I-"

"Great! Try not to shoot me, you'll do fine." I exclaim as I chuck him a gun.

"Now, Dr Crane, let's go." I say as I walk out the door to my car.

Jonathan gets in the passenger seat and I start the car, speeding off towards County Jail.

I swear to god I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch when I get my hands on him.

The trip to County stays quiet throughout the whole time. My guess is that Scarecrow has decided to make an appearance in Jonathan's mind. I pull into the parking lot of County Prison and turn to Jonathan.

"You can stay in here if you want. Or ya know, come in with me...If you want." I stutter.

Damn him and making me nervous.

"I'll go in with you." Jonathan states before pulling out the very familiar Burlap Sack and placing it over his head.

"Well then. Let's go." I say as I get out of the car and head into the building with Jonathan walking behind me.

I see a guard at the front office. "Mam... Scarecr-" The guard drops to the floor with a bullet in his brain.

"You're quite merciless on missions aren't you?" Jonathan asks me.

"Perks of the job I guess." I comment as I look through the computer database, trying to find Devon's cell number.

"Hey Jon, you know where cell 298 is by any chance?" I ask hopefully.

"Top of the building."

'Great..Just fucking great..'

"Thanks. Go uh, have some fun, scare a few people. Or whatever it is you do." I say before making my way to the elevator, Jonathan joins me.

"Do you want backup?" He asks as he takes his mask off.

" I should be fine, but-"

I'm cut off by Jonathan pushing me up against a wall and kisses me, but it's over as soon as it began. The elevator doors open and Jonathan steps out, leaving me confused and alone in an elevator.

"What just happened?" I whisper as the elevator doors open once more . I walk out and start walking to Devon's cell but stop in my tracks.

"Son of a bitch!" I yell.

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Since I actually haven't said this yet, I do not own Batman or anything related to Batman in this story, that all belongs to DC Comics. I only own Shannon Fortune.