(Jonathan's Point of view)
I told Myca to just go back to the apartment. She fought with me about it for about five minutes. The police should be coming to collect me and take me away any minute now. I should be escaping, but I choose to stay. I'm not afraid of being put away.
'Put away in your own asylum. Like I told you. I fucking told you, Jon!'
"Will you ever leave me alone?"
'I can't, Jon. I'm a part of you. I always have been, just dormant. As for now, every single fiber of sanity you had left is fucking gone.'
"What do you mean?"
'You were doused in the face with your own medicine, Doc. Wiped your brain clean of your sanity. How does it feel? Liberating?' I sit up and looked around. Everything was a mess. I heard policemen upstairs, stomping around like elephants. It gave me a skull splitting headache. I try to clasp my hands over my ears, but I was kind of tied up. I started shouting and panicking because the ringing in my head was unbearably painful!
'Told you, Jon. You're fucking insane. But thats okay. I'm insane too and so is Myca, even though she doesn't like to show it. She's too shy, but we can change that.'
I knew what the voice meant, it made me feel kind of weird that its still bringing this up, even though I've wanted to for the longest time. Maybe the voice is wrong, the voice isn't a part of me, it is me. The voice is Scarecrow....
(Myca's Point of View)
I just stand outside of Arkham until Jon is released like he said he would be. I smoke cigarette after cigarette, but nothing seemed to calm me down. Who knows what the police might do to my Jonathan. I started pacing back and forth wondering whats taking him so long. I start shouting.
"Jon! Jonathan!" Two policemen walked up to me.
"Do you know where Crane is?"
"No. I don't." One of the policemen grabbed me and dragged me through the halls of Arkham.
"Let me go, you fuckers! Where are you taking me?"
"We're taking you some place where you'll be quiet." They threw me in a padded cell.
"I'm sorry, but we can't have you shouting Scarecrow's name. You'll ruin everything."
"You're not real policemen, are you?" They didn't answer. They just shut the door and left me in the dark. There was no light, no window so I couldn't even have natural light. Just pure darkness.
(Jonathan/Scarecrow's Point of View)
I sit in a chair in a padded cell with a straitjacket on. I contemplated more and more that maybe I'm just Scarecrow or maybe I'm Jonathan Crane or maybe I'm both. I've always been both. No one respects Jonathan Crane, everyone fears The Sinister Scarecrow. Myca is the only one who still loves Jonathan and Scarecrow. Either one I chose to be, at least I'll still have her.
A man named Jim Gordon walks in, clutching my mask.
"Mr. Gordon?" Without saying a word, he puled out a metal chair and plopped down.
"Dr. Crane? I found this outside," Gordon said holding my mask up for me to identify.
"Is this what you use to hide yourself?" I didn't say a thing. I just look around the room. I never really noticed how horribly stained the material on the padded cells were. I never looked closely, I never spent a lot of time in these cells. I should get someone to replace the padded material, it's atrocious.
