Ridley's P.O.V.

I coughed and carefully unfolded myself from the refrigerator. I'd been lucky enough to notice Jon throw down thing through the window, if I hadn't been... Luckily is been close enough to the refrigerator to get somewhat inside of it.

Shaking my head to dispel the ringing in my ears, I winced as the pounding in my head grew. Why had Jon been there? Not that I wasn't thankful for it. He was probably lurking in the window because of his research, curious as to what my reaction would be. Then, not anticipating Zsasz to be here, he'd acted without thinking and set off an explosion.

Zsasz though... I ran my hand over my bare arm, the sleeve burned, and my infers came away slick with blood. Nausea rolled through me and I quickly wiped it on my pants. Why had he been here? It was even more concerning that Jon hovering in the window.

Seeing Zsasz had been a huge shock, so much so I couldn't do anything. I hated myself for that, my fear had gotten the best of me. Seeing someone who'd done something so horrendous, knowing what he'd done... Anyone would've acted the same way, right?

I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. There was no way I was going to come out until I was sure Zsasz was gone. Maybe the explosion had scared him off? Jon was around so maybe he would—

'Foolish,' my mind hissed. 'You're smart enough to see the signs, think about it.'

Memories flashed through my mind. When I'd first officially met Jon, the loathing and disgust on his face. When is found out that Jon liked Edward and all the arguing between the two about my mother. The oddly uncharacteristic moments of cheerfulness from Jon when he'd come back from one of his little trips. Then the most recent turn of events, his sudden willingness to tell me things about my past. Him actually being nice for a change... Offering to being me here...

'It was a trick.'

Why would he do that though? What could he possibly get out of it? On top of that, he'd claimed we were like family.

'And family doesn't lie? How many times has Bruce lied to you? It was nothing more than silver-tongued words spoken by a masterful liar.'

I shivered, all too confused about everything that was going on. My thoughts making it all he more difficult to piece things at the sound of someone calling my name, I first thought it was Zsasz.

"Ridley."

No, it wasn't Zsasz, the voice was different. Jon maybe? It sounded similar enough, the timbre was a bit deeper though.

'It's Scarecrow.'

I'd come into contact with Jon's alter ego before, and he had no reason to hurt me. It was different this time though, what could I do?

'Confront him. It's better than hiding here like a coward.'

I didn't particularly like the idea, but maybe Scarecrow would be more lenient since I would face him? If I showed I wasn't afraid, or at least not as afraid as I felt, maybe things would work out.

Carefully, I crawled out of the refrigerator and into the wrecked kitchen. Some of the debris was still burning, small flames flickering. Letting out a cough, I glanced around to see that no one was there. Had I missed something?

Rising unsteadily to my feet, I kicked a burning cookbook aside. I should leave, but where would I go? I could go back to Edward, but how to explain everything? I couldn't, at least not yet. I didn't want to explain things when I didn't even understand everything fully. Going back to Bruce was also out of the question, I'd established that already.

My strength disappeared and I fell to my knees. Whether I liked it or not, I was in a similar situation as last time. I was alone in my house, surrounded by destruction. Only this time, no one was around to save me except myself.

"Ridley?" The deep and smooth voice of Scarecrow washed over me and I twisted around eyes wide.

No no no, stay away. I scrambled backwards as he approached, his face obscured by the ridiculous mask he wore.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you."

Closer now.

I scooted backwards and tried to make myself as small as possible.

'Liar, it's clearly obvious.'

My back hit the overturned kitchen table and my heartbeat increased. Trapped. I was—

"Don't take this personally," Scarecrow said, "it's not you, it's me. Well, to be fair it was you, but no hard feelings right?"

'Liar.'

"Don't think too hard about it."

'Traitor.'

"You wouldn't understand anyways."

'Fraud.'

"This is necessary."

'Monster.'

He raised his arm.

"Just add this to the list of things you won't remember."

'I thought you were my...'

A faint hiss emitted and I was met with a white cloud straight to the face and my vision went dark.

friend...

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A/N: Oh my God, sorry this was so short.? How do you like the story so far? It's almost over...