Again i am sorry for the late update. again thank you ofr the reviews! i always love to hear what you think of my story.

Bethanlovesoned- Alice is about 16-17 i wanted her to be young when she killed her father, she killed him when she was 10 just in case anyone asks. Also i wanted her to be familer with the Asylum before she met our favourite villians.

So this is the chapter where you find out what i've been hiding hope you enjoy!

Alice swirled a strand of her blonde hair with her fingers, the rec room was quiet for once. It would only be Dr Crane, Joker and The Mad Hatter in the rec room but they were coming later on, for now Alice was alone. She stared around the room unsure of what to do; the old television was broken since Harley decided she didn't like The Simpsons anymore. Alice glanced at the bookcase and shuffled over to it, most of the books were boring ones with pictures but Alice knew there was at least one that would be interesting to read. She slid her finger down each of the book's spines, reading each title.

Grimm's fairy tales, the ugly duckling, big book of nursery rhymes, poetry.

Finally she found the book she was looking for; the complete stories of Sherlock Holmes, Alice slid the book out of its hiding place and went to sit on the couch. It was a heavy book; it made Alice's arms strain from the weight.

How the hell did Crane manage to carry this book? I'm stronger than him.

She carefully placed the book on her lap and opened it to the chapter titles page, it didn't take long for her to pick a story, Hound of the Baskervilles would always be her favourite. She began to read, it was like she was back in her bed while her mother read the story out loud. Alice imagined her mother's voice when she read, it was reassuring to hear her voice, even if she was dead.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a "Penang lawyer. "Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. "To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.," was engraved upon it, with the date "1884." It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry-dignified, solid, and reassuring.

"Well, Watson, what do you make of it?"

Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation.

"How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head."

"I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me," said he. "But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor's stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance. Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it."

"I think," said I, following as far as I could the methods of my companion, "that Dr. Mortimer is a successful, elderly medical man, well-esteemed since those who know him give him this mark of their appreciation."

"Good!" said Holmes. "Excellent!"

"I think also that the probability is in favour of his being a country practitioner who does a great deal of his visiting on foot."

"Why so?"

"Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick-iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident that he has done a great amount of walking with it."

"Perfectly sound!" said Holmes.

Alice felt herself fall into the pages of the book, all of her surroundings seemed to become quiet, she became engrossed in the book.

Is this what Dr Crane does? He reads to block everything else out? Reading must be the only escape he has, maybe that's why he becomes so engrossed in the books… to have some sort of escape.

Alice continued reading putting the thought in the back of her head. Time slowed down as Alice read, five minutes was actually ten and this continued till someone entered the rec, Alice didn't notice them or the fact that they were being uncuffed by one of the amateur guards. The guard trembled with fear and quickly exited the room, not knowing who he was leaving with Alice or what the person would do. They walked up behind Alice who was still reading and whispered into her ear with a chilling tone.

'A fan of Sherlock Holmes are we sweetheart?' Alice flinched and dropped the book it landed on her foot; she forced down her swearing and turned to the voice…Where Crane was looming over. She was relieved for a split second then looked into his eyes, they were no longer the dazzling blue eyes that she had become so used to; they were full of lust and coldness. Alice gulped and felt a lump in her throat; fear was taking over her mind and body as she stared into his eyes. The doctor seriously didn't need that fear toxin his dangerous eyes were enough to make people scared, she found some courage that had resurrected from the dark abyss in her mind and greeted Dr Crane's other personality.

'Scarecrow I presume?'

'Well done sweetheart. Johnny was right you are smart yet so venerable.'

'I'm not venerable nor am I scared of you, let Dr Crane take control.'

'1) if you are not scared of me than your body is betraying you as you are trembling and 2) why would I let Johnny take control when I can hear you scream?' It was a question that didn't need an answer. Alice glanced at the door, then at Scarecrow, then at the door again. She made a break for it and grabbed the door handle, it wouldn't turn.

Damn lock!

Alice felt something grab her waist. Next thing she knew she was lying on the floor with Scarecrow pinning her down, he grabbed her wrists so she couldn't punch him and snarled at her. She could feel his anger as he grabbed something from inside a pocket on his Arkham suit… it was his mask. He smiled at her but it was an unsettling smile.

'You shouldn't have done that sweetheart… I have to punish you now.' He slipped the mask over his head and again pulled something out of his pocket. It was a glass test tube its contents swirled and danced inside it, the yellow gas looked innocent but it had nothing innocent about it.

'Don't worry it's not a concentrated dose, no need to make you anymore insane my dear. Now let's find out what you fear most sweetheart.' He smashed the tube next to Alice's head; she began to cough violently which then turned into choking. When she looked up at the ceiling it wasn't there instead a man's pale yellow face appeared, his eyes blazing with anger.

'You killed me my child you did! I will make sure you suffer, I will kill you like I killed your mother, I will stab you until you bleed to death! DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!' His face exploded into pieces of rotten flesh. A woman appeared her face one of sorrow and despair, her hair was blonde but her face was pale like a ghost.

'You have disappointed me Alice. You didn't save me, you left me to die. You are not my daughter… You are a monster.'

'NO! I'm sorry mom please don't hate me… there w-was nothing I could do. I'm sorry I should have saved you, I w-was scared.'

'You. Left. Me. To. Die.' The woman disappeared her face still one of sorrow, her last words echoed around the room, Alice screamed and thrashed against the object that was holding her down but to no avail. The object held her down; its voice was raspy as it shouted at her.

'What do you fear? Tell me!'

'I-I fear my mother's disappointment… and my f-father's anger. Please make it stop.' Alice's voice was below a whisper but the object had obviously got what it wanted as the room cleared and became normal again. Alice saw that it was Scarecrow that was the object and that he was still pinning her to the floor, the mask was terrifying. The mouth was stitched like it was sad and small eye holes held the creepy blue eyes that still showed coldness, Alice tried to look away when he brought a hand towards her but he clawed her jar so he faced her again. He moved his hand and gently brushed it under her eyes, she felt the coldness of tears leave her skin as he wiped them away. Scarecrow brushed his hand against her face again but instead of moving it away he kept it there, he felt her vibrations as she trembled under his touch.

'Johnny really likes you' Scarecrow said simply 'though I don't think you will share his feelings after this. After all who would like a mad doctor hmm?' He moved his hand to Alice's relief but he didn't get up or show any sign of letting her go.

'Can you get off me now? You got what you wanted.'

'What's the magic word sweetheart?'

'Please?'

'Try again.'

'F-fear?'

'We have a winner! But no. Sorry sweetheart I don't plan on letting you go until Johnny realizes where we are.' Alice stared into Scarecrow's eyes and knew it would be a long time before Crane 'woke up'. She was uncomfortable and scared. She wanted someone, anyone to barge in and save her.

Dr Arkham, Joker, Hatter. Hell I'd even be glad if it was Bolton.

No one came. Everything was quiet except for Scarecrow's breathing and Alice's heart pounding, he would stare at her and every so often he would wipe away a tear that escaped Alice's eyes. It was like he was enjoying the sensation of being so close to her and it made Alice feel sick.

'I hate you.'

'No you don't sweetheart. You only hate what I've shown you.'

'I hate you.'

'Well it's clear, you and Johnny aren't meant to be. Shame I'm rather enjoying this still I could gas you again.'

'Like hell you will! I'm never coming anywhere near you or Dr Crane again!' Fear had been replaced with anger as Alice lay there, she wanted to tear his eyes out or make him scream. He was stronger than her and had an advantage so she couldn't use her returning energy to force him off her, the door handle began to turn and someone stepped inside.

Thank god! I now believe there is a god!

Alice watched as the person wrenched Scarecrow off her and threw him against the wall, they took the mask off him and Alice saw sweat trickle down his face. The person walked over to her and helped her sit up then they cradled her like a child, they began to hum slowly, like a lullaby.

'It's ok my dear Alice… the bad man can't hurt you now and I won't let him come near you again. You are safe, my dear Alice… you are safe.' The soothing voice of the Mad Hatter made Alice forget she was meant to be scared of him, she realized that it wasn't him she was scared of now. Now she was scared of the man she thought was her best friend, she knew that it wasn't exactly him but it didn't matter. He had hurt her, he had shown her her fears and now she was a venerable child again, scared of her abusive father. She had called Crane a father figure, was that a hint that he would hurt her? Did she bring this upon herself for being friends with an insane doctor? Only one thing was certain. The sane man had become insane.

Yes Scarecrow scares Alice off (sorry Crane) sorry this is a short one i'll try and make the next one longer. Joker and Hatter will be in the story more yay i can't wait to write Joker he's my second favourite villian (scarecrow being my first) hope you've enjoyed this and of course please review!