Jonathan Crane- Chapter Six.
At Least Something Good Came Out Of This.

~~ "He uh, tried to rape me." ~~

Jonathan looks up at me, eyes wide. "He did?"

I nod. "Yeah, but I'm fine!" I say, trying to ease the tension.

"How can you brush this off like it's nothing? What if he tries it again? Oh god, he didn't... succeed, did he?"

I pull the over sized shirt over my legs and shake my head. "No, he didn't he did mention something that gave me questions I'd like to ask you."

"What did he say?" Jonathan asks.

I stand up in front of Jonathan and look him in the eyes, which proves to be a task since I only come up to his shoulders.

"He uh, mentioned that little kiss of ours in the elevator when we were breaking out Devon."

Jonathan stiffens a bit at the mention of it. "What about it?"

"Well he just said it was some kiss, and though i hate to admit it, i have to agree with him." I can just imagine Scarecrow laughing right now.

Jonathan loosens his tie slightly. "Heat of the moment kind of thing." He mumbles.

I smile slightly and move closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Oh of course. Just heat of the moment." I say sarcastically.

Jonathan seems to get nervous as I lean in to him, but as he goes into kiss me I pull away. "Well! Since it's just heat of the moment I guess I'll just drop it."

I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Goodnight Jonathan." I chirp as I make my way into my room.

I get into my room and go to close my door but a foot is in the way. I look up and see Jonathan blocking the door. "Can I help you Jonathan?"

Jonathan walks into my room, closing the door behind him. "What... else, did he say?" He asks cautiously.

"Oh you know, things." I say calmly as I lay on my bed. "Why do you ask?"

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. " He tends to say things he's not inclined to say, the majority of the time."

"Like what?" I say with a smirk on his face.

"He's told you something... Hasn't he?" He questions, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Yeah, it's nothing important though. Just something that you apperently can't admit to yourself." I say knowingly.

I sit up to see the reaction on Jonathan's face. He looks over to me. "He didn't..."

I chuckle as I move closer to him. "Ah, but he did."

"But it's ok Jon, I'll keep your secret." I add.

"You're the main person i wanted to keep it from." He mumbles.

I move closer again and turn Jonathan to face me. "What? Are you going to laugh at me? Say I'm idiotic for even thinking I could get someone like you? What-"

I cut Jonathan off by pressing my lips to his. When Scarecrow kissed me, it was forceful, almost painful to endure. But when Jonathan kisses me, it's gentle, and I feel...safe. We both pull away at the same time, gasping for air.

"That's...That's not usually the reaction I get." Jonathan admits shyly.

I smile and kiss him again. Jonathan kisses back and pushes me down lightly so I'm laying on my back and climbs onto me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. Suddenly, Jonathan pulls himself away from me and stands up.

"Jonathan... Are you ok?" I ask slowly as his breath begins to become ragid.

Minutes pass before Jonathan calms down. "Are you...Are you ok?"

He looks up at me breathlessly. "I'm...I'm ok. But Scarecrow.. He tried to, take control again."

I help Jonathan up and pull him into a hug, he cautiously wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. He inhales a shakey breath before speaking.

"You know, it's weird being... Intimate, with you when just moments before, you killed one of your own men." He jokes.

I smile and kiss his neck before looking him in the eyes. "Don't get too used to it Jon."

He kisses me again before pulling away, much to my dislike. "Well at least one good thing came out of all this."

"And what would that be?" Jonathan questions.

"I found out that you're a damn good kisser." I say before kissing him again.