"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on…
--"Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John Keats--
Jonathan ran his fingers through his damp hair, pushing back his bangs as he sighed. He'd just arrived back in his apartment and had dropped his suitcase by the door. He could still see Becky in his car; hear her reactions to his bold behavior. He felt heat rise to his face and his stomach clenched as he switched on the light. He uncuffed his sleeves. All he could think about was her and how much…
You wished you grabbed her and plundered that mouth don't you?
Jonathan twisted around and stared as Scarecrow regarded him knowingly from a lounging position on his couch. The man grinned at him and sat up.
You want to kiss her.
Jonathan once again sighed and nodded, "I do, very much. Crow, I still see her flushed freckled face, her beautiful eyes. What have you done to me?"
Scarecrow chuckled, Me? I've not done a thing.
Jonathan shook his head, "You remember when she wore that purple dress?" Scarecrow purred in acknowledgement. "If you had touched her then, if you had touched her at any point, I couldn't have blamed you. Because you're right. I want to kiss those lips, I want to touch her, I want to hear her say our name. I want to leave this apartment and drive back to hers and return her kisses and…"
And? Scarecrow pressed hopefully. Jonathan gulped and turned his gaze away.
"I…need a cold shower."
Scarecrow laughed.
Now I have a question. I'm planning on bringing in Ra's al Ghul. So the question is AU or canon? This story can go either way! Readers, you choose!