No sleep for the wicked

chapter 23- Feel what I Feel

Ashleigh’s POV

“I love you Scarecrow.” I said in my strained voice, I looked up into his black eyes and I couldn’t read his reaction. I had whispered those immortal words which I could never erase, which I was now regretting. Suddenly the Scarecrow grabbed my face between his rough scared hands and brought his face down to mine. His lips crushed into mine with such a force it made me place my hands on the tiled floor for support; I pushed back with as much force. I pulled away to look into his eyes, and they were filled what I could only call love. Suddenly his muscled arms wrapped round me, he buried his face into my exposed beck and pressed small kisses there. Suddenly I heard a small murmur which shattered my heart, “I love you too Ashleigh.” Then the Scarecrow’s lips were back on mine, I kissed his lips hard then pulled back. He looked at me with a surprised expression, and then he chuckled lightly, “you know what, I have never been loved or kissed, except by you.” I didn’t know how to react; he must have been loved at some point, “how so? Didn’t you have parents?” he hugged me close to him and told his story.

“I never had parents, they died when I was young and my grandmother who looked after me was too old to care for me.” He pulled back from the hug and smiled at me, “as you know going to school I was never accepted or loved, and when I got to university I isolated myself from everyone.” The Scarecrow cleared his throat and looked down at me with his dark eyes, “when I got my job at Arkham, the people I talked to were for professional reasons so I had no friends.” He looked away from me and chuckled slightly, “the first time I ever felt any sort of romantic feeling, was when I first met you. You took care of me and treated me kindly.” He looked back at me and smiled sheepishly from his recent confession. I smiled back up at him, “you’re the first person I’ve ever loved and kissed.” The Scarecrow smiled more brightly, he then pulled away from the now loose hug and stood up elegantly. The Scarecrow offered me his hand and I took it willingly.

We walked out of the Scarecrow’s room to the down stairs living room, which was occupied by the joker, Harley Quinn and Two face. Harley looked over to me from the sofa and smiled enthusiastically, and then suddenly she was bounding up to me, “so what’s goin’ on between you and Scaredy-crow here?” I looked down at my booted feet sheepishly, and as I opened my mouth, The Scarecrow butted in, “I and Ashleigh kissed and now we are a couple. Plain and simple.” Harley looked disappointed then the Joker entered the conversation from the sofa, “well obviously you kissed that’s a no brainer, but what’s interesting is how you became a couple?” this time I answered, I didn’t like being talked over, “well we talked, we saw that obviously there was something romantic between us and decided to act on it.” I looked up at The Scarecrow and saw the glow of admiration in his eyes, I smiled at him and looked back at Harley, who was unsurprisingly swooning like a school girl, “that’s so romantic.” She giggled, as the Joker scoffed, “You call that romantic? I think our story is much more romantic, don’t you think Harl’s?” Harley looked over her shoulder, “no I don’t think our story is romantic at all.” She was now frowning at the scarecrow with a serious tone; he began to laugh uncontrollably and suddenly stopped, “oh.”

Scarecrow’s POV

I enjoyed the idea of me and Ashleigh being a couple, the idea that I finally had someone to talk to and share my passions with. I smirked silently at this as now Harley was ranting at the Joker due to how unromantic their relationship has been. I looked down to see Ashleigh chuckling inwardly, as Harley shouted, “When was the last time you ever told me how nice I looked?” joker sighed and carried on looking at the TV as he answered, “it was about six months ago, why do you wanna know Harl’s?” Harley gasped and scowled down at the Joker, “I hate this relationship!” and with that she stormed upstairs. The Joker chuckled, ad carried on watching the TV. Ashleigh sighed and shook her head at the Jokers antics. I bent down and kissed Ashleigh cheek and smiled against it, “you look beautiful by the way.” She looked at me in mock anger, as a smile was carving its way onto her lips, “no.”

She giggled and walked out of the living room. I followed after her into the kitchen, she was leaning against the kitchen counter and giggling slightly, “I feel really sorry for Harley, but you can’t just mock their relationship by whispering, I think you’re beautiful.” She said mockingly towards me, I steeped in front of her and placed my hands on the kitchen top trapping Ashleigh between my arms I leaned in closely, “What if I was telling the truth?” she rolled her eyes which, caused me to growl slightly, “I’m being serious.” I said sternly. She looked up at me and answered, “Well I think you would be lying.” I smirked and leaned in closer to Ashleigh, “really? And why would that be?” she shifted uncomfortably, “because you’re a criminal and right now I feel like the mouse in the cats claws.” I chuckled slightly, “well I feel like the cat whole got the cream.” She looked up at me with wide eyes. Suddenly her lips crashed into mine, I wrapped my arms round her slim waist and gently ran my fingers over her lovely curves, she sighed as she ran her fingers through my rather tangled hair, and Ashleigh giggled as I tried to pull her closer to me. I sighed as Ashleigh finally moved closer to me; I closed my eyes to concentrate on the emotions that were flooding my senses. I opened my eyes again to see Ashleigh’s lapis lazuli blue eyes looking at me with passion. Suddenly we heard a small thud, we both pulled from the kiss to see to face looking very surprised in the kitchen doorway, “sorry.” Then he walked away, I looked back Ashleigh who stared to laugh, whose laugh could only be described as sweet. I chuckled as we both thought of resent events.