Scaring The Crows

Chapter Twenty Two

"Thank you so much for the flowers, Edward. I didn't know you could be so caring and kind. They really cheered me up" I smiled, kissing his cheek softly. He looked back up at me with a soft smile.

"Don't mention it" he smiled in his reply, hugging me tightly. "At least I can hug you properly now."

I smiled as Edward held me close, well, up until there was a loud bang from somewhere behind me. The door was now wide open, with an angry looking Jonathan in the open doorway. My eyes went wide and Edward pulled away from me. "Kristie..." he said through clenched teeth. Edward hid me behind him and chuckled, standing on his cane for support.

"Riddle me this, riddle me that...who's afraid of the big black bat?" he chuckled, looking up at Jonathan.

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR RIDDLES" he replied angrily. He kicked Edward' cane away from him but I caught him before he hit the floor, to meet Jonathan' eye contact. Shit. "Hi Kristie" he sneered.

"Look, I was just thanking Edward for the flow-"

"Kristie" he growled, pushing me against the wall and holding me there by my wrists. "I've had enough. I've had enough of you always treating me like I'm worthless, or that what I've got to say is far less important than what you think. You always throw me away like yesterday's news and Edward is an angel in your eyes. Well he's not. You seem to forget about Enigma! He's only going to hurt you and I won't be there to catch your or pick up the pieces when he does. I'm sick of making an effort for you when you don't even care anymore! We have a son, Kristie! I know he's not mine but he's the closest thing I'll ever have to a real son" Jonathan yelled, angry and sad at the same time.

"Jonathan, Please stop" I shook, but he ignored me.

"I could've let you die in the courts, Kristie. When you came back I could've just left you out in the rain. I know I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, and hell I know I made out with Ivy, but that's no excuse for you to go off like you hate me! Sometimes I feel like you don't like me anymore, and other times I feel like you're personally out to get me!" he continued, and Edward crawled out of the room unseen.

"Jonathan, please don't be like this" I struggled, only to have him tighten his grip.

"I CAN BE LIKE THIS IF I WANT TO!" He replied, his voice now loud and agitated. "You always spend your time with Edward while I'm stuck with Logan!"

"He's a kid for god's sake! All you do is run tests and experiments on him!" I replied. "When I said I wanted you to spend time with him, I honestly meant to play with him, or read to him! Just be a normal dad!"

"I've spent more time with him than you have! You're a terrible mother!" Jonathan yelled. I froze.

"You really think that?" I asked through pure shock. It was then that I realised that he was right: I'd been so caught up in my own business that I had forgotten that I had a child on some days. I'd assume he'd look after him for me. He nodded.

"His mother doesn't even care about him. She'd rather get it off with Edward than have any quality time with him" he growled, still holding me against the wall. His grip tightened.

"Look. Jonathan I'm so sorry" I sobbed.

But he continued to yell at me, like he was letting out all the hate and spite that he had bottled up over the years. Every single bad thought, every bad feeling, every lonely time. He threw them all at me, and they hurt like daggers. And then, he stopped. "I made dinner for us" he sniffed, pulling away.

"What did you make?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"Pasta" he replied. "Your favourite"

He gently took my hand in his and led me to the kitchen. Table was set up with two seats, nothing fancy, but it was still a cute gesture. He sat me down and pushed my chair in, trying to be a gentleman, as he warmed up the food. "Smells good" I smiled. He nodded.

"Pasta is like a fool proof dish. Even so, I still know someone who managed to mess it up. My roommate in university was drunk with her friend one night, and they decided to make pasta. Bins read of using water to cook it in they used beer. It wasn't a nice sight. And they still ate it" he gagged.

"Let me guess, they were crazy too?" I asked, hiding a small laugh. He shook his head.

"That's the thing, they were completely normal. Well, I did test a prototype toxin on my roommate at some point, that probably didn't help" he chuckled, handing me a plate. I took a large spoonful of the pasta and shoved it into my mouth. Ok he had got better at cooking. Brilliant in fact. He sat down opposite me with a smaller portion.

"Maybe I could look after Logan tomorrow, give you a bit of a break" I smiled.

"I'd like that a lot. I mean, Logan is nice and everything, but babies are so needy and annoying. It really stresses me out" he smiled, stabbing at his pasta.

"Ok then. Maybe you could go and rob somewhere? Or go and show Gotham how badass you really are" I winked.

"Maybe. I might still have some patient files to complete. After what happened with the roof" he winked back. I frowned.

"No fair! I was having a breakdown!" I protested, with a knowing smile.