I don't own anything or anyone. All characters except Becca & Angie belong to DC Comics.

"For the last time Becca, "Eight Legged Freaks" is not that scary of a movie."

"The hell it's not! It's a movie about giant spiders!"

". . . Are you afraid of spiders?"

Becca shuddered. "Well, yeah, I mean, come on! They're all crawly and creepy and-and just plain freaky." She shuddered again.

Jonathan smirked, "So, Rebecca Thompson, the woman who gave Batman a concussion and almost killed her best friend-"

"Ex-best friend, thank you very much," she sniffed.

"You almost killed someone, you taunted the Joker, and you hid Two-Face's coin in his bowl of macaroni and cheese so he almost swallowed it. You've angered the most dangerous people in Gotham and you're afraid of spiders?"

". . . Shut up and stop laughing, it's not funny!"

"Y-yes it is!"

"No it's not, now shut your face!"

"Becca's afraid of spiders, Becca's afraid of spiders!"

"I said shut up!"

"Poor widdle Becca's afwaid of a teenie weenie widdle spider," Jonathan taunted.

Becca scowled and crossed her arms. "Oh, you are SO not getting any tonight."

He stopped laughing. She smirked. "Yeah, that shut you up, didn't it?"

"That is not fair."

"Yeah? Too bad."

"Aw, come on!"

"No! No nookie for you!"

". . . Bitch."

"Well, a bitch is another name for a dog, and dogs bark, bark is found on trees, trees are part of nature, and nature is beautiful, so thank you for the compliment," she said while smirking.

"I hate you."

"Love you, too."

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"Remind me again why we're here," said Becca as she and Jonathan approached the Iceberg Lounge. "Also, remind me how you talked me into wearing a dress. Yuck."

"Stop whining, you look fine. Everyone in Arkham has been here at least once."

"Seriously though, how the hell did you talk me into this?"

". . . You know, I don't really remember."

The two of them entered the lounge and almost immediately Becca spotted a stout man in a tuxedo carrying an umbrella and wearing a top hat and monocle.

"OZZY!!!"

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot's eyes widened in horror as he heard that dreaded nickname Rebecca had given him.

"Ms. Thompson, Jonathan, what are you two doing here?"

"Well, tall, dark, and not-so-scary over here said that everyone in the loony bin's been here, so he figured it was time I saw it for myself."

"I see. Jonathan, may I ask how you managed to get her to wear that?"

Jonathan shrugged. "I honestly don't remember, but I do remember that whatever I did, it was painful."

"I have the satisfaction in knowing that it took him damn near an hour to hold me down and put this damn dress over my head. He has several wounds."

Oswald raised an eyebrow. "What sort of wounds?"

Jonathan raised his left arm and rolled the tuxedo's sleeve up to his elbow. He did the same with his right arm. Oswald winced. Jonathan had several fresh scratch and bite marks up and down his arms.

Becca smirked as he rolled his sleeves back down. "That's nothing compared to the rest of him. His back looks like Catwoman got pissed at him."

"Uh-huh . . . well, enjoy yourselves. I need to, ah, go check on something," said Oswald. He left in a hurry but stopped behind one of the lounge's many marble pillars. He saw Jonathan put his arm around Rebecca and hold her close as they walked off somewhere. He saw it, but he couldn't believe it.

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"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!"

Selena Kyle sat in a chair across from the Penguin with a bored expression on her face. "Oswald, you do realize what you're saying, don't you? You're saying that Jonathan Crane actually has a heart and that he's given it to someone he's only known for a short time."

"Well, when you put it like that . . ."

"There is absolutely no possible way that that man is capable of human emotions."

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Well, we're back in Arkham," commented Becca as she and Jonathan headed down to the cafeteria.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Jonathan replied dryly.

"Har har, very funny. I'm gonna sit with you guys 'kay?"

He shrugged and made his way over to where Jervis Tetch and Edward Nygma were sitting.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Scarecrow himself. I'm surprised you've managed to stay out this long Crane," said Edward.

"I had a little help," said Jonathan just as Becca took a seat next to him.

"Hey Eddie," said Becca cheerfully.

"Um, hi . . . ? Jonathan, why is she sitting over here instead of with Harley and Pamela?"

"Last time I checked, Nygma, it was a free country. She can sit wherever the hell she wants."

"Ahem, she is sitting right here and doesn't like being referred to in third person. It just so happens that I decided to sit here, got a problem with that?" asked Becca.

"I don't, but they do," said Edward as he pointed towards Harley and Ivy. They were looking at here and motioning for her to join them.

"S'cuse me boys, I'll be right back." Said Becca as she stood up and crossed over to her friends. "Hey girls, what's up?"

"Becca, why ain't you sittin' with Red an' me?" asked Harley. "Yeah, what gives?" added Ivy.

"What, can't I sit with someone else once in a while? I've spent a lot of time with Jonathan and now I'm kinda . . . attached."

". . . How much time?" asked Ivy suspiciously.

Becca shrugged. "I don't know, a couple months, half a year, almost a whole year. I lost track after a while." She turned to look back at Jonathan and that's when Ivy saw it. On the side of Becca's neck was red spot the size of a golf ball. "Oh, don't tell me that's what I think it is," said Ivy.

"Huh? Don't tell you what's what you think it is? What are you talking about? Ivy, you make no sense at all," said Becca.

"I'm talking about the mark on your neck that's the size of an orange!"

Harley went wide eyed and looked at Becca's neck. "I-Is that a—a hickey?" she whispered.

Becca blushed and nodded.

"PROFESSOR CRANE GAVE YOU A HICKEY?!?"

The cafeteria fell silent as all eyes turned to them.

"Jeez Harl, tell them I slept with him, too, while you're at it," she mumbled as she slid down further in her seat.

"YOU SLEPT WITH HIM TOO?!?"

Becca slapped her hand over her eyes. "I didn't want you to actually tell them that you stupid blonde!" she hissed.

The Joker started laughing. "Aw, Scary's got a girlfriend, how cute!" He kept laughing as both Jonathan and Becca's faces turned dark shades of red. Deciding that she'd had enough, Becca stood up, walked calmly over to the Joker, picked up his bowl of chili, and dumped the bowl on his head. Then, she turned on her heels and left the cafeteria.

Jonathan still stayed where he was, completely embarrassed. Edward was staring at him with his mouth hanging wide open. "Nygma, if you don't stop staring at me like that I will kill you."

Author's Note: This was fun to write ^__^