Not Quite Human

Thinking

Alternate/Mask Speech

Speech

Chapter 14: Damn Shower You Scary

I found my way to the showers and wondered why the hell they were all they way by the intensive treatment rooms. I sighed and walked into the women's shower room. Thankfully it was empty and I stripped down, leaving my clothing in one of the lockers. They had clean towels available and even tiny hotel shampoos and soaps. It looked safe enough so I waltzed into the main shower room and hung my towel on the rack near the door. The showers were basically just one big room with multiple shower heads along the wall. I was reminded of those awkward showers during high school and I shuddered.

I was impressed; I got hot water in less than five seconds. I lathered up my hair with a tiny shampoo that promised to smell like honey. It didn't disappoint me and I smiled as its scent filled the showers. I scrubbed my body clean, I was still sore from last night, and made sure I washed all traces of Edward off and out of me. I stretched out under the water until I heard the doors open and close. I guess I wasn't the only one who wanted a shower. I heard feet padding over to the lockers and then some slamming. I didn't want to waste the conditioner so I washed my hair again; I was a sucker for a nice hot shower. I waited for what seemed like ten minutes but no one came into the shower room with me.

"Is somebody in here?" My voice echoed on the walls. Great, there's probably someone waiting to stab me just outside the door. I'll walk out and be all 'oh god no a rapist!' And they'll be all like 'Like hell I am *stab, stab*' then walk off like nothing happened.

I was met by a soft hissing noise, was there a snake in here? "Hello?" I shut the water off and walked over to my towel. I wrapped it around my body and launched myself out into the main locker room just in case someone was waiting to stab me. There wasn't. I walked further into the lockers looking down each isle but still not seeing anyone. I sighed and rubbed my nose; the air smelled funny and was starting to burn my lungs.

I turned to walk back to my locker and froze. The floor was moving like liquid and erupting in spots like small geysers. Only instead of water coming out there were fat brown beetles. I hated beetles. They bite and the legs hurt my skin when they crawl on me. I tried to step around them but they just followed me around as if waiting to strike. The hell was wrong with this place? Just before I could get to the isle with my lockers in it a scythe slammed into the closest locker to me. I jumped and turned to see who was there, my eyes wide in shock. The isle was empty. A soft snicker seemed to echo around me and I looked around for the body it came from. The beetles were starting to crawl over my feet so I kicked them away and started walking again.

Something was scraping along the sides of the lockers on the isle behind mine. I started pulling my clothes out of my locker and shaking the bugs out of them. This was starting to turn into a horror movie and I groaned inside my head, horror movies turned me on. I don't know what it was but every time I watched a horror movie I would be horribly turned on for the next few hours. I dropped my clothes when a sharp pain raked across my back. I reached back and felt wetness on my fingers, yep I was bleeding. Someone slashed me. I turned around and looked but there still wasn't anyone around.

"I can smell your fear, it radiates off you like warm honey." A voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

"Sorry to disappoint you but that's just my shampoo. If you think this will scare me you'll just have to try harder." My voice echoed on the walls and my back stung with the wound. I was getting pissed and super turned on, a very bad combination. If I knew that it wouldn't kill Edward I'd sneak into his room and show him what fear does to me…wait fear. I groaned. "Oh my god Crane! Did you break out and fill the showers with your freaky fear gas?"

"There is no Crane, only Scarecrow!" He appeared from around the corner and I lifted an eyebrow at his attire. He was wearing his mask but it looked as if he'd added a gas mask under it; it looked like he wrapped a hood around his head as well. A noose made of frayed rope hung around his neck and his torso was bare. He was skinny as all hell but had some muscle on him. One of his hands seemed to have a glove with syringes for fingers and tubes that led to some kind of mechanism on his arm. His other hand was gloved but his fingers were bare. His pants were the same reddish color as his hood and patched together like well a scarecrow. He had fabric wraps around his feet and fabric dangling around his waist almost like a makeshift loincloth. A scythe was strapped to his back and I could see some of my blood dripping from the tip.

"You look hot." He did look hot. Probably didn't help that my engine was revved up.

"Why aren't you screaming? Wait hot?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Sorry Jonathan but you should have done some research on me. Horror doesn't scare me just really, really turn me on. You should probably just go back to your room." I made a shooing motion towards the door hoping he'd leave so I could unwind before someone caught me.

"You lie. You're trembling with fear!" He stormed over to me and pushed me up against the lockers. I could see his dark eyes behind the mask and they were searching mine. His eyes grew wide when he saw that I hadn't been kidding about not being afraid.

"That's not fear Jonathan. Now shoo." I tried to push him towards the exit but he grabbed my towel and it came off. The air chilled my skin and I blushed quickly covering myself. His eyes jumped down to my body as if he'd never seen a naked female before.

"Why aren't you afraid? This warrants some further study." He was mumbling to himself and I walked over and pulled his mask off. His eyes grew wide as I leaned down until I was nose to nose with him.

"Stop being a pervert and get out." I flashed some fang and his eyes were drawn to them. He pushed me back against the lockers and I hoped he would finally take the hint and leave.

"This is impossible; I am the master of fear! You should be worshiping me at my feet in terror!" His eyes were wild and he was starting to rant, loudly. I didn't want to be caught naked with a patient, let alone him so I did the only thing I could think of to shut him up. I grabbed him by the back of the head and brought his lips to mine. His entire body froze. I pulled back and his eyes were wide, his jaw slightly gaping.

"Do I need to throw a car at you to make you go? Seriously Jonathan…" His lips crashed against mine and he pushed me against the locker again. The cut on my back hit the open locker just right and I groaned in pain. His tongue pried my lips apart and started thrashing against mine. His gloved hand, the one without the syringes, trailed up and grabbed my chest giving it an experimental squeeze. I put my hand against his chest, his skin was hot and his muscles moved under my hand. I gave him a gentle push; just enough to knock him back without hurting him. I was about to toss his ass outside the showers but he ripped his syringe mechanism off his other hand and grabbed me by my hair.

"Come with me." He dragged me back into the shower room and pushed me up against the wall. He turned on the shower nearest to us and the sounds of running water filled the room. He pulled me against him and under the spray of the water, I hissed as the warm water hit my back. He carefully started probing the slash with his fingers. "Not too deep, no stitches needed."

"I'm glad I'll survive, now why the hell…" His lips were on mine again and I could feel him through his pants and loincloth against me. He pushed me up against the wall and bit my lip until it bled. I grabbed his hair and he pulled away before moving his face to my chest and burying himself into my cleavage. One of his hands trailed to my hip and the other slipped between my legs. I needed to stop him before this got too far.

"So soft, so ready." His tongue raked across my flesh and I tugged on his hair. He was getting wet from the shower and pulled away to drop to his knees. "Pale flesh, strong flesh." He bit me on my hip and I grabbed his hand before his fingers could sway me otherwise.

"Jonathan!" He just looked up at me before leaning close and trailing his tongue across my lower stomach.

"Jonathan isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment…" Before I could smack him upside the head he'd lifted on of my legs and buried himself between them. His tongue was everywhere licking me up as if I were candy. He quickly hit a spot on me and I arched back against the wall, my eyes wide and my body screaming to get off. The walls around me were warping and twisting as if they had a heartbeat and the lighting was shifting to an odd murky yellow/orange. Was his fear gas still going off? I clung to the wall and almost felt it squish under my fingers.

His fingers joined his tongue and they were very skilled fingers. I jumped when he bit my thigh hard enough to draw blood. He lapped at it before sliding back up my body; he left another bite mark just under my right breast. His eyes were shadowed again and his lips were red with my blood. Why do I have to get so turned on by horror? The hell is wrong with me?

We stared at each other for a moment and I hoped he would snap to his senses and flee the room. He leaned closer until our noses were touching, he was panting softly and his eyes trapping mine in their dark depths. He inched closer until his lips met mine softly, his body pressed against mine just holding me close. One of his hands was in my hair holding onto me tightly and the other was brushing against my hip as if he were fumbling with something.

"Take Scarecrow, all of Scarecrow." He sounded breathless before crashing his lips on mine again. My fangs nicked his tongue and his blood filled my mouth mixing with mine. He grabbed my legs wrapping them around his waist and ground against me. He forced himself inside me with a grunt and I gasped as he was larger then Edward. He was hitting a spot inside me that I didn't know I had. I could feel his legs shaking as he moaned into my mouth. I felt like a bug pinned to the wall. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hard.

He started sliding out of me slowly just to ram himself back in deeper. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he moved his mouth to my neck. His slow pace made me feel like I was being ripped in two. I felt him shift and his makeshift pants were now lying on the wet floor. He pulled away and kissed me again. He pulled me to the floor and I was now lying on his wet pants, they squished against my back. Within seconds he was back inside me and pounding me until our hips were touching. I wrapped my legs around his slender waist and he sped up making me bounce with each thrust. I felt like I was on fire his mouth was on my neck and I was wanting more, so much more.

I pulled him back up for a kiss and he slammed against me hard making me moan against him. I trailed kisses down his neck softly scraping fang against his skin as he slammed against me wildly driving me higher and higher. He shifted his hips and my vision swam black for a moment. My body locked up and my teeth met flesh as I came so hard the room spun around me. He made a sound almost like a bellow as his body stiffened and I was filled with hot liquid. So much hot liquid. I pried my teeth from his flesh and groaned as he was still pumping into me. His fingers slid down and quickly rubbed me over the edge again. My vision spun and darkened as my back arched off the floor.

A weight pinned me to the floor and my body was shivering with pleasure. I couldn't catch my breath as my heart was running a million miles an hour. Jonathan was pale and I pulled his face from my chest to make sure he didn't die.

"Jonathan?" I was panting and his eyes seemed to take forever to focus on me.

"Yes child?" His voice was weak and he seemed out of it. He blinked and I saw the spark creep back into his eyes. They grew wide as he shifted his hips and I groaned as he was still buried inside me. "Did I hurt you child?"

"Oh you did everything but that." His whole body seemed to blush and he forced himself out of me and to his knees.

"Why did I wait so long to do this?" He seemed to be talking to himself and rubbed a hand against his face as if trying to clear his thoughts.

"You've been planning on humping me half to death on the shower room floor?" I sat up and winced as a pain shot up between my legs.

"Not you, sex in general." He froze when he realized what he'd just said.

"Wait, Jonathan were you?" My eyes grew two sizes. This man was older then me and had never gotten laid?

"Does it matter now?" He shakily got to his feet and helped me to mine. I stumbled against him and I felt his body stiffen again.

"I don't think I could handle another round Jonathan." I hurt in places I shouldn't.

"I would hope not. I don't think I'd be able to keep up with you." He pushed me towards the running shower to clean off.

"Getting old Jonathan?" I can't believe that I was his first. I felt weird.

"Old? I'll have you know I'm still in my prime!" He puffed out his chest but seemed lost in thought as I lifted my arms up to rinse out my hair.

"And you're prime's what, forty two?" I don't know why I was teasing him I just wanted him to come over to me again.

"I'll have you know I'm only thirty four you little…" He stormed over to me with fire in his eyes. Once he was close enough I pulled him to me and kissed him until we were both breathless. His nails dug into my shoulders and his eyes seemed to glow with a dark fire. "You won't be able to walk when Scarecrow's done with you." He hissed before shoving me against the side of the shower and making good on his promise.

I was wet and it hurt like hell to walk. My clothes were rumpled and I still hadn't dressed the cut on my back. He couldn't walk and I'd had to carry him halfway across the compound on my back. He managed to hide his outfit and scythe and slip back into an orange jumpsuit by the time we reached the main floors. Surprisingly the halls were empty and I didn't run into any trouble. Thankfully most of the Rogue's Gallery was in therapy by the time I got Jonathan back in his cell. I set him on his bed as gently as I could. We were both bruised and bloodied and he had a bite mark across his chest that was pretty recognizable. I don't think I'd be able to meet Edward's eyes anymore.

"I'm going to make you mine child." Jonathan's voice was groggy and he was about to collapse with exhaustion.

"That's just the sex talking Jonathan." I kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes with a groan. He grabbed my wrist and brought it to his mouth for a kiss.

"Like hell it is. I'm going to stab Edward then make you my bride. We'll strike fear into the hearts of our enemies." His voice was getting softer and softer as it seemed he was passing out.

"Lets see if you still feel that way by morning." His grip slackened as he slipped into unconsciousness and I limped from his cell, closing it behind me. I hurried back to my office and was met by a stack of files on my desk waiting for reports. I winced as I sat down and buried myself in my work. I wanted to get home and eat an entire gallon of ice cream. Then shove some waffles down my throat before passing out.

"Oh my god this is insane." I groaned as I finished off my last report. Joker's file was about a foot thick of just his crimes and I gave up trying to read it fully. Two face's file was just as bad but it was more stuffed with therapy notes then anything. Finally I had read Jervis's file and he seemed to be a bit obsessive and was co-dependent on needing his 'Alice'. They had lost three nurses to him so far and I just couldn't picture him hurting a soul.

I carried all the files and reports to where they needed to go before clocking out for the day. I winced every time the taxi hit a bump and made it up the side of the building without too much trouble. My window was open and I slipped inside before closing it behind me. Nothing seemed out of place and I crept into the kitchen for some coffee. I grabbed Randi's mug as mine had been shattered.

"I see you've been keeping busy." I spun around and my eyes grew wide as I saw Robin leaning against the table.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes narrowed under his mask.

"I caught Riddler leaving here this morning, so I followed you to work today." I nearly dropped my mug. Oh god what did he see?

"What's going on Robin?" I set the mug down on the counter and wished my sister was here. I'd love to see her smash a chair over his head right about now.

"Sorry D but Batman doesn't think you're safe to keep on the streets anymore." I tried to move around him but something stabbed into my neck and I slipped to the floor unconscious in seconds.

I groaned as I woke up, I winced as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The air smelled wrong, it didn't smell like the apartment at all. I pulled my glasses off and froze when I went to clean them. I was wearing orange. I was wearing an orange jumpsuit. My hand began shaking as I cleaned my glasses. I looked around the room I was in then to the glass wall facing the hallway. Oh shit Batman put me in the Rogues Gallery.