I do not own the Scarecrow, the Mad Hatter, Robin, Batman, the Joker, or any other DC Comics characters, who belong to DC Comics, duh.
Here's a fun fact; the DC stands for Detective Comics, so it's Detective Comics Comics. For some reason, I find that funny.
Angie and Becca are from my own twisted little imagination. Well, not really, since they're based off of two of my friends.
On another note, I had no idea that a loveseat was just a mini-couch until a few weeks ago. I shit you not.
As soon as they walked in the door, Becca kicked off her shoes, marched into the living room, and flopped down on the loveseat. Jervis retreated to his room while Jonathan went to the living room and eased himself down beside Becca.
"If I ever see that bitch again I'll kill her. I'm going to kill Robin, too. I think he broke my nose."
"Obviously, otherwise blood wouldn't be spurting from it like a water fountain."
"Shove it, Crane, before I break YOUR nose."
"My, my, touchy tonight, aren't we?"
"Like I said before, shove it. Any injuries?"
"Well, I think a couple of my ribs are bruised," he breathed. "But at least I'm not bleeding like a rare steak."
She glared at him.
To say that Becca was mad was an understatement. She wasn't mad.
She was pissed.
Becca got up and paced angrily back and forth while Jonathan touched the tips of his fingers to his forehead.
"Stupid Robin and his stupid steel-toed boots; I swear, one day I'm going to drop a cinderblock on his feet so that the metal bends and cuts off his toes."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Good luck with that. Come here, we need to stop the bleeding."
Becca grumbled under her breath and stomped over to the former professor, who cleaned off her nose and covered it in gauze.
"I feel really stupid with this over my face."
"You look stupid, too."
"I'm warning you Crane, one more smart remark and I'll kick you where the sun don't shine."
Jonathan smirked and stood up so that he could put the first aid kit back. He came back, still smirking.
"You do know it's hard to take you seriously with you looking like that, right?" he drawled, and was barely able to dodge a kick to the groin. The sudden movement sent a wave of pain over him and he winced and fell to his knees while clutching his side.
"Jonathan, are you alright?"
"Never been better," he hissed.
"Yeah, right; here, let me help you up."
"I don't need help," he lied. "I'm fine."
She sighed, grabbed his arm, and jerked him back on his feet. He took a step towards the loveseat and proceeded to collapse on it.
"Does this hurt?" she kneeled beside him and gently poked his side. He flinched. "Okay, I'll take that as a yes. Take your shirt off."
"I beg your pardon?"
Becca rolled her eyes. "I need to see if it's bleeding or if it's just bruised."
"I just told you, it's only bruised."
"Yeah, but I want to make sure. If it is bleeding, we need to stop it."
"Oh, so suddenly you're the medical expert?"
"I'll have you know that my father went to college to become a doctor. Now, then; Take. Your. God. Damn. Shirt. Off."
"Make. Me."
"You take it off or I'll make you take it off."
Jonathan's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
Becca smiled wickedly.
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Ten minutes later Jervis came downstairs and stared at the scene before him. Jonathan was lying on the floor. He was shirtless, with bandages wrapped around his middle, his arms stretched above his head and his wrists tied to the legs of the couch. Becca had straddled him and was in the middle of taping the end of the bandage so it would stay on.
Jervis chuckled.
Becca's head shot up and she grinned at him. "Hey, Jervis."
He nodded in greeting and grinned right back. "Having fun?"
She shrugged. "He wouldn't cooperate."
"Riiiight." He turned his attention to Jonathan. If possible his grin grew even wider. "Oh, I bet you're just loving this."
Jonathan blushed and glared up at him as if to say if you say one word about you-know-what I'll kill you myself.
Becca giggled. "Aw, you're kinda cute when you blush."
Jervis laughed like a madman when Jonathan's face grew even redder. He figured it was because A) he knew his friend secretly liked this woman and B) said woman was currently sitting right on top of him.
"Tech, if you don't shut up and stop laughing I'm going to strangle you, kill you, bring you back from the dead, clone you, and kill you and all of your clones."
"Why are you so mad at him? What did he say?"
"Nothing. Yet."
"Yet?"
Jervis' laughing died down and he wiped the tears from his eyes. "My dear, I'm very surprised you haven't guessed yet."
"I'm warning you Tech, shut up."
"Guessed what?" she asked, still sitting in Jonathan.
"Well, try to think about the past few months. Have you noticed anything odd about the way he-"
"I swear to God, you say one more word and I'll kill you!"
"The way he . . . what?"
"Well, I'm talking about how he--Ow!
Even though his hands were tied, Jonathan's legs were free. He gave Jervis a swift kick in the shin that seemed to shut him up.
Becca sat there confused. "Um, am I missing something?"
Jonathan shook his head. "No, nothing at all. Ms. Thompson, are you finished?"
"Um, yeah, why?"
"In that case, would you mind getting the hell off of me?"
"Oh! Sorry!" she climbed off and untied his wrists. He sat up and rubbed them. Without another word, he stood, picked up his shirt, and retreated down the hall to his room.
Becca stood from her spot on the floor and flopped down onto the couch.
Jervis studied her face before asking, "You really haven't noticed, have you?"
She looked at him, confusion written across her face. "Noticed what?"
"You haven't noticed the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching? The way he always seems to stand closer to you than necessary? How he's always avoiding any kind of physical contact with you?"
Becca blinked and shook her head. "No, I hadn't noticed. So, he . . . likes me?"
Jervis nodded. "He's quite taken with you."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, time out for second. Are you saying that Jonathan Crane, the "all terrible god of fear," has a crush?? On me?"
"Edward and I think it's more than a crush."
"Why?"
"He's felt like this ever since you arrived at Arkham."
"Seriously? That was months ago."
"I know, and that's why we think it's more than just a little crush."
Becca ran a hand through her hair, which was now down to her back. "You think he likes me. No, you think he loves me."
"I know he loves you."
She smiled in spite of herself. "All this time, he's liked me and he hasn't said a word about it. Right now I don't know what I want to do more, smack him across the face or kiss him until his face turns blue."
Jervis grimaced at the image the last one brought. Becca stood up and shoved him playfully.
"What are you going to do?" Jervis asked.
"Hmm. Well, I should give that boy a good whack on the head. I think I'll save that for later, though."
She walked down the all, stopped halfway, turned back around, ran to Jervis, and hugged him. When she was done she raised her hand and gave him a smack across the face.
"Ow! What did I do?" he asked while rubbing his face.
"That's for not telling me earlier!" She turned on her heel and marched towards Jonathan's room. Becca stopped and took a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing." She knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's the Easter Bunny. Who the hell do you think it is? Can I come in?"
". . . . . . Fine."
Becca took another deep breath and went inside Jonathan's room. She closed the door and stood awkwardly beside it.
Jonathan was sitting cross legged on the bed with a book opened in front of him. He still hadn't put his shirt back on.
"What is it, Ms. Thompson."
"It's Becca."
"Fine, Becca, what do you want?"
She cautiously stepped toward the bed and sat down on the edge. She took the book (Harry Potter, of all things! She almost laughed), marked his place, closed it, set it aside, and gazed up at him.
"We need to talk."
A/N: I'm really happy with how this turned out. If anyone's OOC I apologize, but it's after midnight and my brain's a little fuzzy. Also, anyone who finds the Madagascar reference gets a cookie.