(Myca's Point of View)
I open the window to the apartment to let the cool air come in to help with Scarecrow's burn. I placed an ice pack on his forehead wrapped in a cold washcloth. I freezing my ass off, but it doesn't matter, he needs it. Right now, he's just laying on the bed, keeping the ice pack from falling off his head. I pull out a cigarette and just smoke like a chimney, hoping the warm smoke I'm inhaling will keep me warm. He doesn't really care about me smoking in the house anymore, but I'm sure he doesn't want to be near it, so I smoke out the window.
"Myca?" I turned around.
"Yes?"
"Can I have a couple hits of that?" I point to my cigarette, asking if that's what he meant. He nodded his head.
"Are you sure. I few days ago, you would've had my head on a platter if I smoked anywhere near you, now you want to start smoking?"
"It's been a very energy draining day. I got threatened and hit in the head by Batman, had sex, rode on a horse through Gotham, and got a taser to the face." He just smiles and gave a head gesture, meaning to go over there. I sit at the edge of the bed and I hand him the cigarette. Scarecrow is holding it like how people would hold a joint, noob. He put the filter to his lips and inhaled deeply. He started coughing like crazy.
"I probably should've told you that you shouldn't take bug hits unless you're used to it. I'm sorry, darling." He takes the whole cigarette, practicing how he should inhale. I just take out another one and turned my attention back to the outside. I see something in the corner of my eye. There was something stuck in the crack of the window. It was a playing card. I take the card out of the window and flipped it over.
"The joker?"
"What was that?"
"I just found this on our window. It's a joker card." He sits up slowly.
"Careful getting up, dear. How does your head feel?"
"Slightly better, but only slightly. Let me see the card," he said as I hand him the card.
"There's a blood stain on the top left corner. It looked pretty beaten up. This was on our window, you say?"
"Yea, it was in this crack. The crack wasn't there either."
"How can someone make a crack in the window and place a card in it so quickly and without us noticing?"
"I don't know. Do you think it was The Batman? He's the only one sneaky enough."
"No, this isn't really his MO. This is somebody else."
"Who do you think it is?"
"It's my card...." A man sitting on the window sill said. He had green hair, a painted white face, and red lips with a drawn on smile. I noticed scars on his cheeks too.
"It's my little calling card. You may call me Joker. Crane, you're a man with a plan, right? Do you want to know how your plan went tonight? The train leading to Wayne tower, crashed. Everyone is now getting their vaccinations." Joker stepped inside the apartment.
"Good God! It reeks of blood in here. How do you two stand it? Oh wait, you're two are psychopaths," he laughed. Scarecrow and I just look at each other, confused.
"Why are you here?"
"Well obviously Dr. Crane doesn't recognize me, but you," he said pointing at me.
"I was in the cell at Arkham right next to yours and I've been watching you. I know what you and the good doctor over here did. He busted you out of the asylum, your make out sessions. By the way, Doc, I wanted to say good job on how you hire your staff. That Dr. Quinzel, what a fox, let me tell you." I think back to when Dr. Quinzel was acting really bitchy that day she told me to stay away from Dr. Crane.
"Did you ever do anything to Dr. Quinzel?"
"Well... nothing serious. Why? What do you know that I don't?"
"She was just really pissy one day and I was just wondering if you were the reason." Scarecrow got up from the bed and removed the ice pack.
"Wow, Doc. Dawes did a number on your forehead." Joker then started laughing like a hyena. Scarecrow was obviously not amused.
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but I want you to leave, now!"
"Not until I tell you something."
(Jonathan/Scarecrow's Point of view)
I just wanted Joker to leave. He was making Myca nervous and pissing me off."
"I heard about what your girlfriend said about Rachel Dawes, how she wanted to make her pay for giving such a hard time. like i said, I've been watching you two. I could help you get back at Dawes if Myca does some things for me." I hold Myca close to me, thinking that he might want his way with her. She buried her face in my chest.
"No! Nothing like that, you sickos. I'm saying have her do some jobs for me. Help me rob banks and stuff, and I'll think of a fool-proof way to make sure Dawes gets whats coming to her. Agreed?" Myca turns to Joker and shakes his hand.
"Myca, I'm not sure about this. Are you sure?" I nod my head.
"I hate her and I want to make her pay for hurting you. Something like is unforgivable. I'll give her whats coming to her or I'll die trying...."
(Author's note: Well that was the end of the story. There is a sequel that I am working on called "Carnival." Again, there are some chapters that are written on my Mibba. I hope you liked this story and comment to let me know what you think or any ideas I should put in a my sexual. Thank you for the votes, reads, and love!)
