WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING (Rape).

This chapter is...intense; it's also the longest I've ever written (a little over 3,000 words to be exact). This is going to suck and not just because of the trigger warning.


Jackie walked into her house, the rush of familiar sounds and smells running through the house made her stop in her tracks as she looked around, trying to convince herself that it was all in her head.

"Mommy!" Ben yelled, running from his bedroom towards his mother.

Jackie smiled as she put her purse down and bent down to hug her youngest son, holding him close as she did.

Ben pulled away from Jackie and smiled "Mommy, you won't believe what Uncle Ed and I did today." He said.

Jackie stood up and sighed "Do I really want to know?" she asked.

Ben giggled "We made a mini Gotham City out of Legos!" he said confidently.

Jackie laughed as he looked up to see Julian walking out of his bedroom with his typical mug on his face. Looking at him couldn't help her be reminded of his father; he was the spitting image of Jonathan Crane.

"How was school?" Jackie asked.

Julian shrugged his shoulders "It was boring." He said.

"And have you done your homework?" Jackie spoke, walking into the kitchen where he found Ed focusing on making dinner.

Julian followed her 'Yes. I did." He said.

Jackie smiled as she turned to Ed "And what are you doing 'Uncle Ed'?" she asked softly.

Ed turned to Jackie "Making dinner." He told her.

Jackie nodded "Right…are you almost done?" she asked him.

Ed nodded "Yeah. Boys why don't you go wash up for dinner?" he asked, before turning back to Jackie.

"So, how was work?" Ed asked, letting dinner cool on the pan.

Jackie sat at the bar, resting her face on her hand as she sighed "Clayface kissed me." She said softly, making sure the boys couldn't hear.

Ed cocked an eye brow "Are you serious?" he asked.

Jackie nodded "He turned into Jonathan, and fed me a few lines. Then he kissed me." She said.

Ed sighed as he tapped his finger on the marble countertop "Well, that's interesting." He said.

Jackie nodded "Yeah. I've always wondered what would happen if Jon ever..." she trailed off, as she raised her eye brow to Ed, who smirked.

"If Jon ever passed or was incarcerated in Arkham for the rest of his days, and you were still in your prime?" Ed asked.

Jackie looked at Ed and nodded, embarrassed by the thought.

Ed sighed as he leaned on the counter and looked at Jackie "You will always be beautiful, and even though you WERE married to Jon, those guys were still talking about you." He admitted.

Jackie's mouth gaped open "What do they say?" she asked.

Ed shook his head "You don't want to know." He told her.

"Yes, I do." Jackie said sternly.

Ed shook his head "No, won't do it…you're gonna have to go asking around." He spoke, looking down at his watch.

"And on that note, I have to go." Ed said, adjusting his clothes as he walked out of the kitchen.

Jackie gasped as she crossed her arms "Go where?" she asked.

Ed stood next to her and looked her over for a moment before taking her face in his hands "I know that you've lost your husband, and I'm sorry…however, I'm not here to replace him." He told her, giving her a quick peck on her forehead.

Jackie watched as Ed grabbed his cane and hat from the coat hanger and opened the door to leave the house; she stood in silence as she listened to her sons get ready for dinner.


Jackie sat in bed, watching TV as she tried to relax; she casually turned to Jonathan's side of the bed.

She sighed as she laid on his side of the bed, sniffing his pillow for his smell; she remembered all the time he touched her, his soft kisses, all the different times they fucked each other in pure lust.

But in all those good memories, she couldn't help but remember one bad memory that every now and again replayed in her mind when she let it get to her.


It was a Friday night, Julian was at Wayne Manor while Jackie tried to calm herself down as she waited for her husband to come home.

Crane had broken out of Arkham the other night and never came home, nor called or texted her to tell her what the hell was going on; and that pissed her off more than anything.

Jackie was standing over the table, looking over the bills when she heard the door open and shut quietly; Jackie listened to the foot steps coming towards her as she refused her urge to look over her shoulder to look at her husband.

She ignored him coming up right behind her as she felt his hand going straight for the gold as it rode up Jackie's inner thigh and up the skirt of her night gown towards her panties.

Jackie pushed his hand away in disgust and turned to him "What the hell!" she asked, looking at her husband, who seemed different.

Crane just looked at his wife, something definitely wasn't right as he tried to pull her in for a kiss.

She pushed him away again "WHAT THE HELL? Seriously, Crane, what's your problem?" she asked harshly.

Crane grabbed her by the throat and began to slightly choke her "There is no Jonathan Crane, only Scarecrow." He told her, brining her up to his face.

Jackie looked at her husband in fear, that's what it was; Jonathan wasn't 'there' anymore.

"You're gonna do what I tell you, understand?" he asked her coldly.

Jackie tried to nod before Crane finally let her go, he looked her dead in the eye as a sharp frown was on his face "Turn around." He commanded.

Mrs. Crane tried to keep her tears to herself as she turned around like he told her to.

"Lean forward." He commanded.

Jackie leaned against the table like she was before she was interrupted, legs spread slightly apart; she couldn't help but shake as she waited for his next instruction, there was a certain familiar fear inside of her.

Crane grabbed her hair and tugged on it for a moment "You're going to scream when I tell you. Moan when I tell you. Understand!" Crane commanded, Jackie softly nodded as he let go of her hair.

His fingers touched her thigh as they softly rode up towards her underwear, letting them slide down her legs towards her ankles; Crane let his two fingers enter his wife with long strides.

Jackie couldn't help but moan, forgetting how to stand as she almost kneeled on the carpet floor.

"STAND UP!" Crane yelled.

Jackie stood back up, her hands firmly on the table as Crane continued to thrust his long and slender fingers into her.

Scarecrow couldn't help but try to hurt Mrs. Crane as he let his fingers thrust up against her walls, forcing her to cry in pain as she bent forward.

The tension inside of her became pleasurable as Jackie finally worked up the nerve to put on a show, she hoped that maybe her husband was somewhere in the turmoil that was Scarecrow.

"Oh, yeah…that feels so good!" Jackie remarked, letting her back arch as Scarecrow continued to finger her.

Scarecrow thrusted into Jackie one more time as Jackie felt a slight ting of pleasure before Scarecrow entirely removed his fingers from Jackie.

Jackie let out a shallow breathe as she waited for Scarecrow's next move, there was tension in the air as she felt his eyes on her, she looked down at the table, awaiting his next command.

Scarecrow grabbed Jackie by her arm and threw her on the ground near the lounge chair, she let herself look up towards Scarecrow as he began to sit on the lounge chair in front of her.

She watched as Scarecrow unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, brining his friend out; Jackie looked at him discerning as he lounged on the chair.

"Get to work." He commanded her.

Jackie glared at Scarecrow; she was never fond of blow jobs, and Crane knew this well, which is why he never asked her for them.

"No." Jackie spoke.

Scarecrow leaned forward "I'm sorry?" he asked harshly.

"You heard me." Jackie said.

Jackie felt a sting on her cheek as she fell to the floor, she looked up to Scarecrow as his hand turned into a fist "Was I not clear?" he asked her.

Scarecrow glared at her before she huffed, swallowing her pride as she sat up on her knees and looked up Scarecrow before leaning forward to begin her 'work'.

The villain groaned as Jackie sucked, he placed his hand on her head to make sure she didn't stop while he sat back and enjoyed the pleasure, a small smirk on his face.

Jackie continued to suck until he came in her mouth, Scarecrow let a deep groan escape his mouth as he let go of Jackie's head, recovering from the pleasure while Jackie sat back on the carpet; fearing for what he forced her to do next.

Scarecrow looked at her for a moment before slapping her on the face and buttoned his pants "That was a worthless blow job! No wonder Jonathan doesn't ask for them!" he told her.

Jackie began to tear up as she looked away from Scarecrow, she wanted her husband back, and she didn't want to play Scarecrow's games anymore.

Scarecrow grabbed Jackie by the hair as he dragged her towards the bedroom, Jackie screamed in pain as she reached for his hand, trying to loosen his grip as he threw her in the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"GET UP!" Scarecrow commanded her.

Jackie slowly got up, trying to fight tears as she looked down at her feet; she couldn't help but start shaking at the thought of having to make eye contact with him.

Scarecrow grabbed Jackie by her jaw and forced him to face her, she started shaking even more and was unable to control herself as she was forced to make eye contact with Scarecrow.

"Undress me." He commanded her, in a soft yet haunting whisper.

Jackie held back more tear as she sighed, taking a deep breathe as she began to unbutton his shirt gently and then moving on to the rest of his clothes before she looked up.

Scarecrow grabbed her by her neck as he pulled her closer to him, he smirked "Now take your nightgown off…like a whore." He told her.

Jackie closed her eyes, continuing to fight her tears as she took the end of her nightgown and threw it over her head before placing it on the floor.

Another slap to the face, Scarecrow huffed as his hands turned into fists again "DO IT…AGAIN." He commanded her.

She put her gown back on, trying to figure out how to take her gown off when she looked at Crane, playing with her strap before letting it slide down her arm; she looked at Scarecrow who didn't stop her.

Jackie continued with the other strap before she let the gown slide completely off her body, lying on the ground around her feet.

Scarecrow walked up to her, looking over her naked body before he roughly pushed her on the bed roughly.

"Get on your hands and knees." He told her.

Jackie takes a deep breathe as she assumes the position, she looked at Scarecrow who sighed unamuzed.

"Turn around!" he told her.

Jackie faced the headboard as she awaited Scarecrow's next move, she turned around for a split second to see what Scarecrow was plotting behind her; only to wish that she hadn't.

Scarecrow came up behind her, taking two fingers and sticking it in her rear, Jackie tensed up as the man behind her continued to thrust his fingers inside of her 'back door'.

'I hope this is all.' Jackie thought to herself, trying to stop herself from shaking herself into a beating.

He stopped, and pulled his fingers out of her rear, giving Jackie a second to breathe before she got tense again as she felt Scarecrow's erect friend rubbing up against her.

Scarecrow spread her cheeks as he guided his appendage into her ass, forcing Jackie to scream in excruciating pain as she tensed up to the point she thought she could die of a heart attack and not ever notice.

He grabbed her hair and smacked her face before letting her go and beginning to thrust into her.

Jackie began to let tears stream down her face, she was reminded of the pain and what was going on with every thrust he gave her, she leaned forward to try and hold herself together from the pain she was receiving.

Scarecrow moaned from the pleasure of Jackie's pain as he grabbed a hold of Jackie's hips as he continued to thrust; enjoying every second of his torture while Jackie tried to get herself together.

Jackie took a deep breathe as she faked a moan, forcing herself to let her hips move against Scarecrow's thrusts, hoping that it would make the situation end sooner.

"Oh, yeah." Scarecrow remarked, cumming inside of Jackie's rear and retracting his penis from her anus.

Jackie took a deep breathe, feeling a tight knot forming in her stomach as she softly began to relax on the bed, her legs and face sore as she began to lie down on the bed.

Scarecrow grabbed Jackie's ankle, forcing her to face him on the bed as he crawled onto the bed and pulled her towards him.

Jackie gasped as he did, before he forced her to sit up in front of him; the look in his eyes only gave Jackie chills down her spine, but after the ordeal she just had, she could no longer think straight as she simply looked up at the man abusing her.

"Work me." He told her.

Jackie looked blankly at Scarecrow, her eyes void of emotion as he grabbed her wrist and forcing it upon his appendage.

"Work me." He instructed her again.

Jackie mindlessly stroked her husbands' appendage, no longer and hoping to God that Scarecrow killed her once he was finished with her.

Scarecrow let a groan escape his lips as he tilted his head back, enjoying the pleasure as he stood in front of Jackie, who was still in a haze from the events.

He stopped her hand mid-stroke, taking her wrist and pushing it away from him; he was now bored of the hand job and was ready to move on to his next torture item.

"Turn around, and bend over." He ordered.

Jackie looked up at him before simply giving in to his request as she turned around on the bed, bending over just like she had been earlier.

Crane took her hips and moved them towards him as he then took his erect member and entering it into her opening.

Jackie gasped "Finally! He puts it somewhere where it actually belongs." She thought as Scarecrow thrusted in and out of her fiercely.

She moaned as she leaned her hips upward from habit, letting Scarecrow have his way with her; she wasn't going to fight 'him' anymore.

Scarecrow grabbed Jackie by her throat and pulled her up against his body as he continued to thrust into her with all his might.

"Oh, yeah!' Scarecrow grunted, thrusting harder as he began to choke Jackie; she tried to softly fight him off as she started to lose oxygen, but she quickly admitted to herself that fighting him wasn't going to do anything.

Jackie let Scarecrow strangle her, praying that she never woke up as she let herself black out.

She woke up on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an excruciating headache as she felt a tingling sensation in between her legs; she softly looked down to see Jonathan giving her oral pleasure.

Or at least she thought it was Jonathan.

Jackie leaned her head back down on the pillow as she let him pleasure her with her tongue as he licked her folds.

She silently gasped, grasping the pillow as she closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the pleasure.

He continued to lick her and tease her as Jackie felt an orgasm building up in her chest as she let her head tilt back and waited for her coil to release.

The orgasm began to ride up her body before she finally felt herself release, she screamed as loud as she could as she arched her back, enjoying the sensation.

"JONATHAN!" she screamed in orgasmic bliss as she finally relaxed on the bed.

The man sat up in front of her, she could plainly see anger on her face while only meant one thing: this was still Scarecrow.

Scarecrow got off the bed and glared at Jackie "I'm not Jonathan! There is no Crane, only Scarecrow!" he yelled, grabbing his boxers and sat on the bench next to the bed.

"Pleasure yourself!" he commanded her.

Jackie took a deep breathe and firmly shook her head "No." she said.

Scarecrow cocked an eye brow "DO IT!" he yelled.

Jackie shook her head again "NO!" she yelled.

Scarecrow got off the bench, his jaw clenched in anger as his eyes filled with anger as he grabbed Jackie by the throat and threw her on the floor.

"You defy me!" he yelled, kicking Jackie in the stomach.

Jackie screamed "GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT SCARECROW!" she yelled, watching as Scarecrow grabbed her by her hair and punched her.


It was the last thing Jackie remembered before she woke up in the morning; Jonathan was in bed sleeping while she woke up on the floor, blood was everywhere.

The memory only tensed Jackie as she remembered it; it almost destroyed the marriage as Jonathan attempted to fix the error of his alter ego; only to make it worse ending with Edward beating the crap out of Jonathan.

Jackie smelt the pillow again "I'd take Scarecrow over nothing." She muttered to herself.

She laid on Jonathan's side of the bed, slowly letting her eyes get heavy as she drifted off to sleep.


Please comment, this chapter was hard to right and I want to make sure that it's all okay...and that it doesn't offend or anything. I've never written anything like this before.

thanks!