We were nearly to Gotham, and the entire plane trip we had been talking about whatever came to mind, and by now we had come up with quite a few... Odd things.
"If you got to pick how you die, what would you pick?" John asked, looking away from the TV screen above us to look at me.
"Death by.... Overdose, but in my sleep. Less painful than anything else I can think of. What about you?" I asked back, only taking a few seconds to think about my answer.
"I'd rather die while I'm the other guy, so I didn't have to feel it, and he had to suffer before he went." He said, smiling sadly and also a bit creepily.
"That sounds good to me! If you had to name him, what would you?" I asked, knowing that he knew who 'him' was.
"Scarecrow." He answered almost without hesitation.
"Why Scarecrow?" I asked, looking at him curiously.
"Well, when he talks, he sounds like what I imagine a scarecrow to sound like, and he really likes to freak me out, and he gave himself the name. I don't really know his reasons, but I'd rather not find out, to be honest..." He said, his eyes leaving mine, and his sentence trailing off.
"If I had a different personality, I'd name her...... Ragdoll. They'd make a great pair, I'd think!" I tried to lighten the mood, and it worked, because John smiled and laughed a little.
"Scarecrow and Ragdoll, the most feared pair in Gotham!" He joked, and I laughed back, grabbing his hand. He intwined our fingers, and he watched me as we laughed. His eyes widened briefly, before he pointed out the window. I looked, and saw a giant tower with a big 'W' on it.
"I wonder what that stands for?" I asked, looking back at John.
He shrugged, but the man next to him answered.
"It stand for Wayne. That's the Wayne Enterprises building." He said, and I leaned forward to see the man. He had black hair, and really pretty blue eyes, but not as pretty or as light as John's were.
"Oh! So the owner is probably a recluse, having all of the money a place like that would collect, am I right?" I asked, and I saw John look at the man interestedly. He was really into trying to figure out what you were going to say before you said it, and by the look he turned and gave me, I wasn't going to like it if he was right.
"Well, I try not to be, but you can't help it sometimes. Bruce Wayne." He said, and then held his hand out for a handshake. My eyes widened and I blushed before taking his hand. I'm glad I didn't say a few of the other things part of me was thinking.
"I'm so sorry, I don't have a filter between my brain and my mouth. It gets me into trouble a lot!" I admitted, running my free hand though my hair quickly and nervously. "Oh! Scarlett Bullregard!" I stated my name, realising that's why we were basically awkwardly holding hands.
"I'm Jonathan Crane, and I can vouch for her non-existent filter!" John said, making me laugh and Bruce to let go of my hand to take his instead.
"Pleasure to meet both of you! So, what brings you to Gotham?" He asked, making conversation. The 'buckle seat-belt' light turned on, so I grabbed the armrests again, like I had done at the beginning of the flight when we took off. Flying freaked me out, and John knew that by now.
"Hoping to move here, actually! We're checking out the city for a couple days, and house hunting, and then we're heading back home to get our stuff if we find a place here!" Josh explained, after buckling his seat belt too.
"Sounds like fun! Gotham's a beautiful city, and there are a bunch of apartments uptown, and I can put in a good word for the owners, if you want!" Bruce offered, and my eyes lit up as I looked back over at him.
