Scaring The Crows

Chapter Three

The Asylum was quiet. Too quiet. I sat on one of the dirty canteen tables and took a book out (books were one of the only type of possession I could bring with me) and began to read in the chilly cool of the night. See, the people her didn't seem crazy, well everyone except Harley and the Joker, and were actually nice people to be around: I helped Ivy with some gardening, Bane is now like my personal trainer, Selina helps me with general things and even Jonathan helps me with my studies, sometimes. Joker asks me to test how sharp his knives are by throwing them at walls and Harley is teaching me some gymnastics.

But I missed normal life. I missed getting home from a long day at work to putting my dressing gown on and watching a films, I missed going out with my friends and I missed my freedom. Most importantly, even though I knew they didn't care, I missed my family back home. They'd never know I was cooped up in an insane asylum and could be killed at any moment, without a chance at a proper life.

"What're you doing?" I heard a soft voice asked, only just above a whisper.

"What does it look like?" I replied, holding up my book. "I'm not being any trouble ok, just reading"

"I may need glasses but that doesn't mean that I am blind, Kristie" the voice replied, slumping down in the spot opposite me. "I hope you don't mind, but I have paperwork to do" he added, taking a pile out and putting it on the table. A loud bang rumbled through the empty room, but I simply shrugged it off and continued to read my book. "What book are you reading?"

I sighed. "Just some romance book I got as a lame birthday present one year from my mom. It's ok, the character development is shocking though, and there's no depth to why the characters do the things they do. But besides all that, meh. I guess it's worth a read. My mom's obsessed with romance novels to the extent that she told me if I don't get married soon she might disown me" I sighed, not knowing whether the appropriate response was to laugh or to cry.

"I know the feeling. I was bullied a lot through school because I was lanky, and not very strong. I loved to read so I spent most of my time in the library. I got called need a lot. It all got to a point where I couldn't take the names anymore, and after an 'incident' at prom, everything went downhill" Jonathan sighed, pushing his glasses up again and tending to his paperwork.

"Erm…Jonathan. Why do you dress smartly all of the time? When I've seen you in the newspapers, you're always wearing a suit" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I find that it fits my job perfectly. I like looking presentable. Plus suits are the only thing that doesn't make me look weedy or too lanky" he explained, stamping a page.

"I was always called fat" I sighed. "Even the teachers hated me, they just marked me down on everything"

"I corrected most of my teachers. It's not my fault if the teachers don't know what they're teaching. The human mind is a very precious thing, Kristie. That's why I love the mind's power over the body. It's why I do what I do. Then I met Joker, and then Bane. They gave me the power I needed. Want to see how I make the medicine?" He asked me.

"Erm…ok" I replied. He led me to one of the elevators and we stepped inside, Jonathan taking his key from his pocket and placing it into the basement slot. I gulped. "Who's Scarecrow?"

When I asked that question, the elevator doors shut. He looked at me from behind his glasses, with a simple wink. "You'll find out soon enough" he half smirked.

It was like I could see the darkness in his eyes. I never actually believed all that scarecrow stuff, but…I was starting to believe it. But he was kind of hot though. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Then he half smirked again, and I felt myself blush. He must've know what I was thinking, after all, he did know all about psychology.

"I think you're a bit too close Dr Crane. You feeling ok? Have you taken anything I should know about? Are you drunk?" I asked.

"Oh Miss Rewlett, I feel perfectly fine" he said with a flourish.

I stepped back away from him, only for him to step forward. I stepped back again, but then I hit the wall of the elevator, so I had no choice but to step forward again. He pressed himself closer to me, towering above. He looked down at me (I wasn't exactly tall) and stopped when his face was mere centimetres away from my face. "Are you ok?" He said taking off his glasses.

"I-I think so" I stuttered. "You're just r-really close to me"

He leaned closer. "I know"

"Are you sure you haven't taken anything?" I asked, trying to sound professional, but I must have failed because he chuckled.

"Why? Would you like to get me drunk?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I couldn't answer. I tried to form one, but it came out as a squeak. He leaned down trying to kiss me, but the only rational thing my mind could do was kick him where it hurt. He yelled and fell to the floor as a crumpled mess. The elevator doors open again and I ran out as fast as I could. "YOU'LL BE BACK!" I could hear him yell. I blushes again.