This was supposed to be up by new years /hangs head in shame/ Oh well, at least I'm updating.
Oh yeah, to SPERKY7220: There, I updated! Happy?!
Ahem, The Batman Universe is not mine; It belongs to DC Comics, blah, blah, blah, whatever.
Becca let out a low sigh as she sat on the roof of her deceased grandmother's home. Well, technically it was HER home, but whatever. She hugged her knees to her chest and turned her attention back to the inner part of the city where fireworks were lighting up the night sky.
"New Years Eve," Becca muttered. "Whatever."
"Why are you on the roof?"
Startled, Becca twisted around to see Jonathan trying to pull himself up onto the roof. She reached out and offered him a hand. He took it and managed to hoist himself up over the edge and sat beside her.
"When Gran was alive, Ang and I used to visit her every New Year's Eve. We would always come up here to watch the fireworks," Becca explained. "Then a couple years ago Gran got too sick to go outside so we stayed in her room and watched the fireworks from the window."
Becca swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to stop herself from crying. "She died right when they dropped the ball in Times Square."
Jonathan didn't know what to say to that so he stayed silent and watched the fireworks. After a few minutes he looked over at her and flinched a bit. She was shaking and her breath was coming out in sharp gasps.
Jonathan's hands clenched intop fists as he fought the urge to pull her close. Ever since the thunderstorm he'd been having an inner war with himself. He was not in love. The Scarecrow, all terrible God of Fear, did NOT fall in love.
I'm not in love with her, I'm not in love with her, I AM NOT IN LO-
Becca started crying and Jonathan felt like banging his head against a brick wall. He muttered a few choice curses under his breath as he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Becca. She looked up at him but he refused to meet her gaze.
When he'd first felt something for the girl, Jonathan thought it was something he'd get over. He'd thought that he'd merely been lusting after the girl--nay, woman--but after that first night with her what he felt for her was still there. Even months later he felt the same as he had when she'd first arrived at Arkham but again he'd labeled it again as lust.
The night of the thunderstorm was when his subconcious told him wat he felt was most definitally NOT lust. Lust didn't make you want to kill to protect someone.
"God Damn it," Jonathan muttered under his breath. There was no way of getting around it, was there? He was in love with Rebecca and if anyone were to touch her in a way she didn't want them to touch her, he'd kill them.
A/N: Fear not, there will be an actual plot again! Eventually. Maybe. Quite possibly.