Isabelle settled herself onto the plane, taking a deep breath as she relaxed slightly. They had managed to get through security; she supposed that was one of the main things. It had to be. No one would bother them on the plane now. She took a seat next to the window, looking out and onto the runway as he placed his briefcase into the overhead compartment along with his coat. He sat down in the seat next to hers, leaning back and gripping onto the sides of his chair.

He felt her hand move on top of his as she remained looking out the window. He knew she was worried. He knew she was scared that they wouldn't manage to get out of the USA. A little part of his brain was also niggling away at him, asking him how he could even think to get away with it. But, he had to. He had a future away from the States. He had a future with his wife...well...ex-wife.

"You're tense," she observed and he nodded, moving the tie down his shirt slightly to allow his neck to breathe as she wrapped her hands into each other. "Don't look nervous."

"How can I not be?" he asked her, his voice quiet as he bent down to whisper into her ear and she rested her hand onto his smooth cheek, pushing his black hair from his face as she rested her forehead against his.

"We're going to get out of here," she promised him. "We're on the plane, Jonathan. We're almost gone."

"I'll share the optimism when we're out of here," he promised, kissing her gently on the forehead as she sighed once, leaning back in her seat and controlling her breathing as they heard the cabin crew being told to shut the doors.

She hadn't told him yet. She still hadn't told him she was pregnant and with his child. She had planned to when they had left Gotham. And then she had wondered if telling him in the airport was the best plan. She didn't know how he would react. Would he be mad that she hadn't told him sooner?

"You're still scared of flying," Jonathan noted, placing the belt across his skinny waist and she nodded once, doing the same with her shaking hands. In the end, he reached across, buckling it for her, his hands skimming against the top of her thighs as her breathing faltered and he continued to grin at her as he picked her hand up into his and held it tightly. "Remember what I told you."

"I still think alcohol would make it better," she whispered back to him and he shook his head at her. She couldn't drink anyway. She was pregnant. There was the voice again, telling her to tell him. She would do. She'd wait until the plane was off the tarmac and he couldn't run off.

She remained silent as she held onto Jonathan's hand and the plane moved down the runway and he kissed the back of her hand, his eyes glaring at the seat in front of him as he remained focused. He was more nervous than she was. He glanced across the aisle at where three people sat in the middle and two at the other end and he wondered if any of them knew who he was.

He had managed to blend in so far. It was like his sins had been forgotten. He knew he hadn't been in the right mind when he did what he did. He knew what he had done. Looking at Isabelle reminded him. He didn't think that she had fully forgiven him for what he had done, but, she was beginning to see that he wasn't well. He hadn't been the man she loved. But, now, as they sat on the plane, she knew. She knew Jonathan Crane had beaten the Scarecrow.

Once they were airborne and the seatbelt sign was removed, Jonathan lifted the armrest in between them, pulling her closer to him as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and she draped one over his waist.

"We've done it," she assured him. "This is a new start, isn't it, Jonathan?"

"Yes," he agreed with her. "Isabelle...you don't know how thankful I am...how lucky I feel..."

"Sh," she pleaded with him. "What happened...we both know that you weren't well, Jonathan. I just wished you'd opened up to me."

"I know," he agreed with her, whispering softly and burying his nose into her hair as he did so. "I wished that I had."

"You know that it will still take time, don't you?" she checked with him. "I love you, but, I still need time to take in what you did. I just hope that I made the right decision in coming with you."

"Don't you think you did?"

"I think it was," she nodded forcefully. "I hope so, anyway."

"From now on...I'll never keep anything from you," he promised her quietly. "I'll never hide anything from you."

Isabelle inhaled sharply, her breathing pattern faltering slightly as she heard him make that promise and she ran her free hand down her hair as Jonathan watched her, his brow arching as she sat up, allowing his arm to loosely drape over her and she took a deep breath. No more secrets.

"If we're going to make this work then I need to tell you something," she informed him, her voice low and soft and he remained watching her, his glasses falling down his nose as he did so. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but, waiting until we're in the air seemed logical because then you can't run from me. Not that you will...well...I hope that you won't..."

"Isabelle," Jonathan said; his voice low and full of authority. "What is it?"

"Oh God...please don't hate me..." she pleaded with him. "I'm pregnant."

She closed her eyes for a second, listening intently, but, all she could hear was her own heartbeat as Jonathan leant back in his seat, his eyes looking to the ceiling of the plane as turbulence hit them and he felt his hands begin to shake. She was pregnant.

"Say something," she pleaded with him. "Jonathan...please..."

"I don't know what to say," he admitted and Isabelle held her tongue. That was a first.

"I know this isn't ideal," she assured him. "I know it is unplanned-"

"-That doesn't bother me," Jonathan shook his head, cutting her off from the rant which she was going to go off on and she closed her mouth firmly, staring at him as he looked back at her, his blue orbs wide and concerned. "I've passed my genes on, Isabelle."

She remained quiet again, wondering what he was talking about as she waited for him to clarify and he chuckled once, sounding hysterical as he pushed his hair behind his ears.

"I'm mentally ill, Isabelle," he informed her. "I'm on medication...what if it turns out like me...what if I've created..." he trailed off, shaking his head as Isabelle leant forward, clasping his hands into hers as she began her denial.

"No," she said to him. "No...we won't let it happen to our child...Jonathan...we'll be there...don't think like that..."

"How can I not?" he snapped quietly back to her. "I may have condemned this child before it is born."

"And you may not have," Isabelle responded. "We will be by it regardless, Jonathan. It will be fine, I promise."

"How can you promise me that?" he asked her. "If it knows that I did this...then it may hate me...I can't..."

"No," Isabelle said again. "Jonathan, it won't hate you. You're its father...it won't hate you...how can it?"

"I could," Jonathan responded as Isabelle kissed his cheek.

"You're thinking of the worst," she promised him. "Everything will be okay. We'll get through whatever happens. Look at you, Jonathan. Look how far you've come. We will never let anything bad happen to our baby, will we?"

"No," he agreed with her. "I just feel terrible."

"Don't," she urged him. "This is supposed to be good, Jonathan. We're supposed to be happy about this."

"I am," he assured her. "I'm just scared, too. Do you think I know how to be a dad?"

"Do you think I know how to be a mom?"

"So, we're both going into this blind?"

"We'll manage," Isabelle said; convincing herself as Jonathan brushed her hair from her face, bending down to rest his hand on her cheek. "We have each other."

Jonathan nodded in agreement before he finally kissed her again, content with thinking about the future which he had.

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A/N: Realised I never made a chapter where Isabelle told Crane that he was going to be a dad so I had to throw it in as a final chapter!