Dr. Crane

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Having approached the Valet, Edward noticed the loud music coming from the dancing section of the club. It didn’t suit him…yet he found himself walking to the beat, cane in hand, coat flowing a slight amount in the wind.

Once again, the crowd outside the lounge stared at Eddie, as they always did…

Crane stared out the window of Goethe Estate. “What a day. What. A. Day. I wonder where everyone has gone.” He seemed to have gained control of himself again, ignoring the angry mutterings of Scarecrow in the back of his head. “It’s been so long since I have talked to Edward. It would be nice to have a civil conversation or at least an intellectual one.”

It would seem that his prayers were answered as Nigma’s car pulled up the drive. “Ah, speak of the devil and there he dawns on Marblehead.” He slowly walked down to the front doors and outside to where Edward would be parking his car. “Well, it seems a bit early for you to come back when you are dressed for a night on the town my good man. Tell me, what have you been up to in my absence of mind and sanity? Shall we chat over drinks?”

drhugostrange:

“Of course, Mr. Nigma. A man always has his ways of knowing another’s tastes. As for how I’ve been, I’ve been busy, but pleasantly inclined. Incredibly productive as I’m sure a man of mathematics such as yourself would understand,” I said, approaching the massive doors, where Crane had already been sitting in my study.

“The numbers aren’t the question, neither is the problem. Sometimes, the riddle is the solution. You’re about to see just what I mean,” I said, an assuring smile crossed my face, with a darker tip in the eyes, remembering the blood slathered across my father’s straight razor.

Nigma and Crane sat peacefully, we chatted for awhile regarding the mundane, the polite. Yet, it came to the point where I’d reveal the massive surprise of the evening.

“Gentlemen,” I said, standing and pulling a white diary from the bookcase to my left. An entire panel of books sunk into the wall, sliding away to reveal a passageway with an elevator and stairs.

“Through this elevator, is what I like to call Lubyanka Square, after the place where I was once kept for many years. It’s a kill room, outfitted with the finest technology and equipment for one’s torturing, interrogation, surgical, or genocidal needs,” I asserted, seeing their eyebrows heighten as I spoke.

“Your present is below. A mutual enemy of ours…as well as someone that has defiled a mutual friend. I took the liberty of warming him up for you, by cooling him down. My equipment, my tools, my room, and my hospitality are at your complete disposal. I’ve had my turn to be creative. Now…I leave it to the two greatest minds I know, to exercise their ability to create a masterpiece,” I seethed, with an excited grin.

Leaning against the bookcase, I took a set of elevator and door keys from my pocket, and tossed them onto the table.

“I’ll return in three hours. One of my men will show you to your rooms, fitted with your exact tastes, should you wish to stay. If not, Crane, you have the hearse, and Nigma, one of my men will give you the keys to your present on the way out. Should you finish prior to my return, we might speak and have a few more drinks. However, for now…enjoy yourselves,” I said, giving a gracious nod, and strolling out of the study to the garages.

I’d take the Lotus to pick up Selina. Perhaps she’d like to keep it.

Jonathan listened intently to what Strange was proposing. A kill room? Why on earth would he be giving that as a present? It did not make sense. None of it added up. His analytical mind was reeling as to why either of them would need a kill room. Was he planning on having them kill each other? They were not on the best of terms right now, but he did not believe Nigma wanted him dead.

However, the very moment the word defiled was uttered by Strange, Crane knew exactly whom he was speaking of. “So you found the bastard hmm?” He took another sip of his drink, licking his lips feeling the warm dulling effect of alcohol take over his body.

However, that was not the only feeling. A dark laugh echoed in the back of his head. Let me out Crane. We will have so very much fun. All you need to do is let me out.

Jonathan contemplated a bit more and pondered. “Three hours you say?” He glanced over at Edward and a devious smile formed on his face. “Three hours should be more than enough to make him regret his very moment of procration would you not think that Nigma?” His voice was shifting between that of a giddy Jonathan and a dark Scarecrow. “And here we are without our mask. No matter, we will make do.”

Another sip of the drink and Jonathan was gone, lost to the dark depths of his own mind. Scarecrow sat in this chair now, gleefully planning out his torture scene. He would allow Edward his fun, but he had so much planned. It would be hard to choose who got the first cut. Perhaps they could cut him at once. “We thank you for this fantastic gift Dr.”

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She sat in the driver seat silent for a moment, then leaned over and kissed him. She wanted to do it the moment he pulled off his mask back in the ally. “Don’t ever mention it.” She started the engine, put the car into drive and took off. 

Her lips on his and he was in Heaven. “Mmm.” was all he murmured. And when she drew her lips away he felt himself blush deeper realizing his half moan was audible. “I…I won’t.” He fidgeted in his seat and turned to stare out the window curious as to where they were going the apartment, the Gardens or the gift that was waiting for them from Strange.

As she drove along the dark streets she looked over to him coyly. “Do you want to go back to that apartment you so desperately tried to get back to?”

He glanced over to her and shrugged, “I don’t really care anymore…I was only trying to get back there so that I could heal and well Strange patched me up so were would you like to go? He did give us an entire building as a present and I wouldn’t mind seeing my new vehicles….” He stared at her and whispered out, “And spending more time with you would not be so bad either.”

She looked over to him and chuckled to herself. “Great.” She made her way to the building she once shared with Strange. 

As the car filled with a very palpable silence Crane sighed, “Pam…” He spoke quietly. “Did you purposely leave me for him or was I so easily forgetable? I am curious as to which it was.”

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She sat in the driver seat silent for a moment, then leaned over and kissed him. She wanted to do it the moment he pulled off his mask back in the ally. “Don’t ever mention it.” She started the engine, put the car into drive and took off. 

Her lips on his and he was in Heaven. “Mmm.” was all he murmured. And when she drew her lips away he felt himself blush deeper realizing his half moan was audible. “I…I won’t.” He fidgeted in his seat and turned to stare out the window curious as to where they were going the apartment, the Gardens or the gift that was waiting for them from Strange.

As she drove along the dark streets she looked over to him coyly. “Do you want to go back to that apartment you so desperately tried to get back to?”

He glanced over to her and shrugged, “I don’t really care anymore…I was only trying to get back there so that I could heal and well Strange patched me up so were would you like to go? He did give us an entire building as a present and I wouldn’t mind seeing my new vehicles….” He stared at her and whispered out, “And spending more time with you would not be so bad either.”

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She sat in the driver seat silent for a moment, then leaned over and kissed him. She wanted to do it the moment he pulled off his mask back in the ally. “Don’t ever mention it.” She started the engine, put the car into drive and took off. 

Her lips on his and he was in Heaven. “Mmm.” was all he murmured. And when she drew her lips away he felt himself blush deeper realizing his half moan was audible. “I…I won’t.” He fidgeted in his seat and turned to stare out the window curious as to where they were going the apartment, the Gardens or the gift that was waiting for them from Strange.

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She was sent flying across the room as the woman pinned her down. “Ya know deary, this isn’t an  appropriate  way to greet your guest. It’s not, ladylike.” She said with a smirk before kicking the woman off of her and standing to her feet. 

Crane had a slight grip on her and so he went skidding across the floor as she was torn from his grip. He winced a bit and grabbed his knee. “Damn it!” He closed his eyes tight as pain shot through his leg. “Pamela…” He called to her by her true name. “Please…can we finish this another time? I am at a bit of a disadvantage here and I would rather not get caught in the crossfire.”

Looking at him and then back to the woman who was ready to come at her again. “Fine.” She stood up straight and walked over to help him up, keeping her eyes on the woman. 

Crane smiled weakly. He had not expected to sway her, but was glad that he had. He winced again and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady himself. “Thank you.” He whispered tenderly. “Let’s get out of here shall we?” He looked over to Selina and sighed, “Come visit when you are recovered if you want…it was nice seeing you again.”

“Call me when you get out of this place Selina, we still need to talk.” She carried him back to the car, placing him easily in the passenger seat. 

He blushed at the fact that she was carrying him. He stared at her on the way back to the car in silence. He was unsure as to where they stood in that moment, but he was glad that she was with him. “Thanks Pam…” He whispered as she placed him in the car.

drhugostrange:

I smiled at Dr. Crane, seeing the manic expression in his eyes. He was truly a good and amusing man—-I’d always hoped to make friends with him. A powerful ally, a steadfast friend. I could say the same for Mr. Nigma.

“Yes, it’s certainly a joint gift, just in time for the Holidays. We can discuss it over drinks, and then I’ll bring you down to the room. My personal tools and blades will be at your creative usage for this one,” I said, smirking to one side, “I’m really quite sure the gravity of this present is unknown to you right now.” 

I opened the door and allowed them both to come inside, a beautiful lobby, past a great hall, and into my study. I offered them seats, and revealed that the table was filled with an alcoholic’s dream. Since I wasn’t physically able to get drunk, I kept it around for the warm feelings and lovely tastes.

“Ice is here, glasses are there, and each of your special vintages, I’ve wrapped in paper for the both of you. The black and green, for Mr. Nigma, the orange and black for Dr. Crane,” I said, letting them sit down and open their gifts while I pulled a book down.

He could not help but grin at the two of them. He had never really heard much of Strange after they had gone their separate ways a while back, but he was not going to bring up the past here. There was no reason to. “More and more gifts. Tell me Dr…what have we done to deserve all of these trinkets?” He opened his gift and smiled. It was his favorite brand of scotch, perfectly aged. “Doctor, you shouldn’t have. This bottle costs a fortune. It will last me for years.” He stood up and limped his way to the glasses and then sat back down to pour himself a glass. He would not dare ruin such a magnificent specimen with ice.

Comfortable in his seat he turned to Edward, allowing him to finish settling himself before hopping into business. His eyebrows arched, “Knives and tools hmm? This suddenly has piqued more than one person’s interest. Go on…” His smile flashed devious for a moment before being replaced by a relaxed smirk as he took his first sip of the drink.

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She was sent flying across the room as the woman pinned her down. “Ya know deary, this isn’t an  appropriate  way to greet your guest. It’s not, ladylike.” She said with a smirk before kicking the woman off of her and standing to her feet. 

Crane had a slight grip on her and so he went skidding across the floor as she was torn from his grip. He winced a bit and grabbed his knee. “Damn it!” He closed his eyes tight as pain shot through his leg. “Pamela…” He called to her by her true name. “Please…can we finish this another time? I am at a bit of a disadvantage here and I would rather not get caught in the crossfire.”

Looking at him and then back to the woman who was ready to come at her again. “Fine.” She stood up straight and walked over to help him up, keeping her eyes on the woman. 

Crane smiled weakly. He had not expected to sway her, but was glad that he had. He winced again and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady himself. “Thank you.” He whispered tenderly. “Let’s get out of here shall we?” He looked over to Selina and sighed, “Come visit when you are recovered if you want…it was nice seeing you again.”

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She was sent flying across the room as the woman pinned her down. “Ya know deary, this isn’t an  appropriate  way to greet your guest. It’s not, ladylike.” She said with a smirk before kicking the woman off of her and standing to her feet. 

Crane had a slight grip on her and so he went skidding across the floor as she was torn from his grip. He winced a bit and grabbed his knee. “Damn it!” He closed his eyes tight as pain shot through his leg. “Pamela…” He called to her by her true name. “Please…can we finish this another time? I am at a bit of a disadvantage here and I would rather not get caught in the crossfire.”

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I personally approached the gate, no guards, no personnel, no nothing.

“Mr. Nigma, please, come in. I’ve got some sours and scotch inside waiting. I’m sorry you had to walk. I’ll send you back out with your second present of the night.”

I looked over as Crane’s new Hearse rolled up along the…

Jonathan stared back at the two of them in amusement. He was driving a hearse up to the building and they had to walk. However, the bullet hole in his leg would have prevented his ability to walk very well anyway. He had need a cane for a little bit and so he had borrowed one of Edward’s without truly asking. “I’m sure he won’t mind. It’s not like it’s his best cane anyway.”

He put the hearse in park and made to get out of it. “Ah, what a wonderfully brisk December day.” He murmured to himself. He was very curious as to what Strange had planned. It could be a trap which was why he came prepared. He did not think it was, but his own paranoid nature did not allow him the leisure of not being ready for an attack.

He awaited their arrival and leaned gently against the car, twirling the cane. Upon their getting closer he called out, “Edward, you have not been back at the apartment in ages. I had to solve a rubix cube bomb myself and then figure out how to get it to Gotham University…and then I got shot…how have you been?” He then cocked his head to look at Strange curiously. “I take it that since Edward is here it is a joint gift?”

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Ignoring Harley’s petty comment she looked over to Jonathan. “Yes, I did have my way with Strange, but nothing came of it. As for Jonathan, he is another story.”

Feeling her phone buzz under her, she stands up and reads her text.  ”Uhh… Kit.. I uhh… I have to go, Mistah J needs me. I’ll call ya later.” She leaves out of the cave in a hurry. 

Crane laid on the ground in disbelief. Why had Strange given him those items? What was his game? Ignoring the jibes from Scarecrow he laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling of the Bat Cave. How the hell did he even get here? He was beside himself. He heard Ivy and how she talked about him. Since he was right there he was another story. Did that mean that he was a simple chapter or was there something else?

He tried to move and found that he was able. His head was pounding from the blood loss and he was unable to get up but he found that he was able to talk. He let out a pained cough to let the other two know he was awake. “So…Strange gave me a car and a place to do experiments as penance? I never knew him to be so very religious. Selina…I hope Scarecrow did not do anything stupid to you as he did to Ivy. Ugh, I would normally talk to you face to face but the amount of blood that I have lost is preventing me from doing as such. So I am going to lay here. Has anyone seen my glasses?”

She got up from her seat and walked over to his side. “Well, look whose back.” She said trying to support his head so he could sit up. “As for your glasses, I don’t think you came with them.” She looked him over and her eyes settled on his knee. It was something that seemed right at the moment and he did bring her to it. 

Crane stared up at her with a pained expression. However, he could not help but smile as she tried to help him up. He winced a bit but he did manage to do so. “Ugh, well that was more effort than it was…” His eyes then widened, “Ivy! Look out!” He did his best to pull her to him so that she would not be kicked in the head by Black Bat.

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Ignoring Harley’s petty comment she looked over to Jonathan. “Yes, I did have my way with Strange, but nothing came of it. As for Jonathan, he is another story.”

Feeling her phone buzz under her, she stands up and reads her text.  ”Uhh… Kit.. I uhh… I have to go, Mistah J needs me. I’ll call ya later.” She leaves out of the cave in a hurry. 

Crane laid on the ground in disbelief. Why had Strange given him those items? What was his game? Ignoring the jibes from Scarecrow he laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling of the Bat Cave. How the hell did he even get here? He was beside himself. He heard Ivy and how she talked about him. Since he was right there he was another story. Did that mean that he was a simple chapter or was there something else?

He tried to move and found that he was able. His head was pounding from the blood loss and he was unable to get up but he found that he was able to talk. He let out a pained cough to let the other two know he was awake. “So…Strange gave me a car and a place to do experiments as penance? I never knew him to be so very religious. Selina…I hope Scarecrow did not do anything stupid to you as he did to Ivy. Ugh, I would normally talk to you face to face but the amount of blood that I have lost is preventing me from doing as such. So I am going to lay here. Has anyone seen my glasses?”

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I put the pistol back in the holster, and watched Ivy head back outside to handle Crane’s body.
She’d only do that and let him live if she had feelings for him, still.
Behind the veil of pity that kept her with me.
Nothing but pity and sexual attraction. That’s what I was worth. A stable rock.
I didn’t mind. Neither of us who we thought the other was.

An afterthought as he passed her, his voice hot on her ear, making her body convulse into shivers as if she no longer had a spinal chord to give penance to. Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist to keep him close, her eyes still flickering over Jonathan’s body as he recovered, Pamela and Harley crouching over him. Her breath was on his ear, softly breathing her thanks before the words like mulled apple cider left her lips. “Thank you.”

“Harley, have you heard from Edward or Joker?”

She dropped him down and wiped the invisible sweat off of her brow. “Nope, not a word.” She said trying to avoid eye contact with her. 

She looked at Jonathan’s face and ran her hand along the side of it. She knew she was angry with him, but maybe her anger was out of compassion for this despicable man, then she looks over to Strange. He was far too close to Selina, she wasn’t exactly territorial but he was the one she had spent her nights with.

Crane felt himself being fixed. He did not want to be fixed by someone else. He did not trust anyone. He felt invaded. Was Scarecrow right? Did they truly not care? He was hyperventilating and then he felt Ivy’s hand on his cheek. His eyes shot open and he stared at her darkly. She left. She left and he had every right to be angry. He was angry. How dare she. However, his voice would not work just yet so he was reduced to simply glaring at her.

She walked back over to Jonathan and sat near him. She was mad at herself the way she treated him, but she knew that she would never chase a man. “I’m sorry.” She said softly, for only for him to hear. 

His eyes that were clouded with anger soon faded away to hurt. He felt betrayed and he could not even communicate it other than with body language. She was sorry? What did that even mean? Sorry for leaving? Sorry for allowing him to wind up like this? Sorry for shooting him in the leg? It was not even he who had said those insults. He was the victim and he was always the one who paid the price. “Me…too.” was all he managed to croak out.

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I put the pistol back in the holster, and watched Ivy head back outside to handle Crane’s body.
She’d only do that and let him live if she had feelings for him, still.
Behind the veil of pity that kept her with me.
Nothing but pity and sexual attraction. That’s what I was worth. A stable rock.
I didn’t mind. Neither of us who we thought the other was.

An afterthought as he passed her, his voice hot on her ear, making her body convulse into shivers as if she no longer had a spinal chord to give penance to. Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist to keep him close, her eyes still flickering over Jonathan’s body as he recovered, Pamela and Harley crouching over him. Her breath was on his ear, softly breathing her thanks before the words like mulled apple cider left her lips. “Thank you.”

“Harley, have you heard from Edward or Joker?”

She dropped him down and wiped the invisible sweat off of her brow. “Nope, not a word.” She said trying to avoid eye contact with her. 

She looked at Jonathan’s face and ran her hand along the side of it. She knew she was angry with him, but maybe her anger was out of compassion for this despicable man, then she looks over to Strange. He was far too close to Selina, she wasn’t exactly territorial but he was the one she had spent her nights with.

Crane felt himself being fixed. He did not want to be fixed by someone else. He did not trust anyone. He felt invaded. Was Scarecrow right? Did they truly not care? He was hyperventilating and then he felt Ivy’s hand on his cheek. His eyes shot open and he stared at her darkly. She left. She left and he had every right to be angry. He was angry. How dare she. However, his voice would not work just yet so he was reduced to simply glaring at her.

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Scarecrow turned and glared at Harley. “Nothing of your concern! I can handle this myself!” He shook his head. “Blathering idiot.” He continued walking down into the city losing more and more control of his body as he went.

Scarecrow staggered down into the city, losing quite a bit of blood in…

She stood at her car unable to know what to do. “Cranie?” She ran towards him. “Gee, you’re not looking so good.” She picked him up and did her best to carry him to her car. Placing him in the passanger seat she let out a gust of air. “God, you’re heavier than ya look.” She ran over to driver seat and took off the scarf she wore around her neck and tied it around his wound tightly. “Come on Stay with me Cranie.” She said as she tried to keep him conscious. Speeding down the road towards the cave she bit on her bottom lip, hoping to god he didn’t die in her car. 

Jonathan heard whispers of voices. In his mind he was surprised, Harley? What? No… He knew that Harley was headed back to where he had just left. No…he didn’t want to go back there. “No.” He said weakly. That was all he could get out. In an act of defiance, he opened the door of the car and tried to roll out.

She catches him at the corner of her eye and pulls him back. “What the hell! Are ya trying to kill yourself!?” She locks the door and locks in his seatbeat.

Foiled. Pale. Weak. Crane could do nothing but feel as the cold washed over him. Consciousness came and went. He tried to respond to Harley, but it only came out as a groan of pain. Damn it! Just take me back to the apartment…I can fix myself there. He was only fooling himself. He was in no shape to move for a long while. A dark cackle echoed in the recesses of his mind. Look what happens after you take control back. You are weak. She left you for someone stronger. They don’t care about you. They pity you! That’s why they keep you alive.  Even locked in his own mind Jonathan Crane was not safe. His mind was the most unsafe place to be for him.

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Scarecrow turned and glared at Harley. “Nothing of your concern! I can handle this myself!” He shook his head. “Blathering idiot.” He continued walking down into the city losing more and more control of his body as he went.

Scarecrow staggered down into the city, losing quite a bit of blood in…

She stood at her car unable to know what to do. “Cranie?” She ran towards him. “Gee, you’re not looking so good.” She picked him up and did her best to carry him to her car. Placing him in the passanger seat she let out a gust of air. “God, you’re heavier than ya look.” She ran over to driver seat and took off the scarf she wore around her neck and tied it around his wound tightly. “Come on Stay with me Cranie.” She said as she tried to keep him conscious. Speeding down the road towards the cave she bit on her bottom lip, hoping to god he didn’t die in her car. 

Jonathan heard whispers of voices. In his mind he was surprised, Harley? What? No… He knew that Harley was headed back to where he had just left. No…he didn’t want to go back there. “No.” He said weakly. That was all he could get out. In an act of defiance, he opened the door of the car and tried to roll out.

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She found herself pressed against the wall with the gun in his mouth. Feeling him pressed against her brought back sentimental memories for her, but she knew that if she let him win, she would come off weaker than the women she made fun of on reality shows. She smirked and pulled the gun out of his mouth. “Maybe you are right.” He let her down and took two steps back. Looking him in his eyes she dusted her sweater off and pointed the gun to his left knee and pulled the trigger. “Or maybe you’re just the low down scum of a man you pretend that you aren’t.” 

The gun went off. If it were Jonathan he would have fallen to the ground in agony. Scarecrow was hardly Jonathan. He felt the pain, but did not register it completely. He cocked his head to the side and watched as blood poured from his wound. However, instead of frowning he smiled. Smiled.

He took a moment to look from the wound and back to Ivy, then back to the wound. He then took both of his hands and reached into the bullet hole and made it bigger, wincing mildly, covering himself and the platform they stood on in his blood. Retrieving the bullet he held it in front of her. The pain was beginning to hit which surprised him. He produced a syringe from his pocket and injected it into his own neck. Taking a deep breath he let out a mad cackle.

In the blink of an eye he leapt onto Ivy, covering her in blood, tackling her to the ground. All the while he was laughing, not saying a word, still holding the bullet in his hands. Once he was on top of her, he pulled off his mask and the man behind the mask was still not Jonathan. His eyes were crazed and his smile dark. “I figured I would let you see the face of the man you ruined. I thank you for that which is why I will not be killing you Pamela.” He then took the bullet and shoved it between her breasts. “A keepsake. From me to you. Think of it as a piece that was in me will always be with you!” He then forcefully kissed her for a moment before getting off of her.  He stared at her a moment longer before uttering, “Mary Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row.” Once finished. He began limping away, leaving behind a trail of blood, still cackling and speaking in nursery rhymes.

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Her eyes narrow into slits at him as he bursts through the doors of the Batcave. “How did you get in here? I’m… expecting someone.”

He looks around aand arches an eyebrow, “Hmm, so this is what it looks like hmm? Well looks like the tracking device was a good idea. Who were…

He stared at her in mock amusement. “Oh, is he? Then why is it that he can neever stand up for himself? He cares too deeply for you Selina. He cares for the plant…sure, but for you…I often wonder.” He laughed, “Strange? Strange is just that. Strange.”

“Is he now?” She sways into the cave, admiring the decor. “Jonathan, from what I hear you have been torturing you’re poor bubble headed students, how’s that going?” She looks at him deeply in the eyes, completely forgetting about Strange.

“Must be using F.E.A.R. isotope B nowadays. Odd that you’d still be using Heinrich’s original formula for fear, Mr. Crane. Or am I addressing your persona?” I asked, heading in with a briefcase, and leaning to the side.

The entrance of Ivy and Strange was jarring to say the least; her mind had been focused on Crane’s words. What did Scarecrow mean, sometimes he wondered about how Jonathan cared for her? They were friends. The best, in fact. Thinking of best friends made her heart ache for Edward and what she’d done to him. She wouldn’t be surprised of he never forgave her.

A heavy sigh left her lips. “Pam…” Reaching out her arms for a hug like a child, she nodded curtly over her shoulder at Strange. “Doctor. I haven’t decided if its good to see you or not just yet.”

“If I told you which isotope I was using Strange then it would not be fun anymore. And Jonathan is the persona, he always has been. I have evolved the isotobe into my own. Heinrich’s was rather outdated and boring…mine…well…mine is full of surprises.” He cocked his head and chuckled, looking at Ivy, “How nice of you to finally show up Pamela dear. Tell me, have you been avoiding Jonathan, lord knows his pathetically weak psyche might not be able to take it.” He paused for a moment, “On second thought, keep avoiding him.”

She walks closer to him cautiously but flirty, knowing his current persona anything could happen. With a slight giggle she says, “Now why would I want to do something like that?” See finally notices the man she walked in with and watched him closely as she conversed with one she used to deal with. “Who could forget their first doctor?” She says as she leans her back against the control panel. 

He simply stares at her in disbelief. “Apparently you can Pamela. You certainly seem to enjoy his own company. Do not think that suddenly acknowledging my own existence means you are even close to forgiven…” He paused a moment, “Then again, that’s what you are made for isn’t it? Seduction? Do you even have a heart? Are you even human? You preach and you preach about how humans are killing your babies…YOU MUST NOT BE A HUMAN THEN IF PLANTS ARE YOUR ONLY FUCKING CHILDREN!” His last sentence came out more in Jonathan’s voice before being consumed by Scarecrow again. “Well, who could ever forget eating their first salad?” He smiled and walked away from her. “Too many people, too little to say. I’m taking my leave. Strange, it’s always a pleasure. Selina, Jonathan might never be back.” His eyes then narrowed in on Pamela. “I believe that it’s time I did some weed whacking.” And with that he turned and left.

Her body begins to shake with anger.  “Not one word from that girl, not to say that I want to, considering the trouble she has caused lately.” She eyed Crane, tempted to snap his neck then and there. “Come to think of it, I haven’t heard much about the Joker lately either, maybe you should call them.” She walked over to Strange and grabbed the gun he tucked into his leg holder earlier. “Give me a moment dear.” She cocked the gun and walked swiftly behind Crane. 

Scarecrow could not help but smile. He heard the cock of the gun and heard Ivy behind him. However, instead of running from it he turned right around and shoved her against a wall, grabbing her hand and putting the gun in his mouth. “Go ahead. Do it Pamela. Do it!” He laughed, “Use a human’s invention to kill me. GO AHEAD! I DARE YOU! Prove that you are weak enough to do it. I don’t see your vines. I DON’T SEE A DAMN THING!” He stared into her eyes. “Here. Let me help. A plant is emotionless after all right? They don’t care who lives or dies. Humans are better dead anyway. We are just plant food right?!” His own finger begins to press on the trigger. “Or are you afraid that you yourself are still a bit human in there Pamela? Are you human enough to stop me?”

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askthecatsmeow:

Her eyes narrow into slits at him as he bursts through the doors of the Batcave. “How did you get in here? I’m… expecting someone.”

He looks around aand arches an eyebrow, “Hmm, so this is what it looks like hmm? Well looks like the tracking device was a good idea. Who were…

He stared at her in mock amusement. “Oh, is he? Then why is it that he can neever stand up for himself? He cares too deeply for you Selina. He cares for the plant…sure, but for you…I often wonder.” He laughed, “Strange? Strange is just that. Strange.”

“Is he now?” She sways into the cave, admiring the decor. “Jonathan, from what I hear you have been torturing you’re poor bubble headed students, how’s that going?” She looks at him deeply in the eyes, completely forgetting about Strange.

“Must be using F.E.A.R. isotope B nowadays. Odd that you’d still be using Heinrich’s original formula for fear, Mr. Crane. Or am I addressing your persona?” I asked, heading in with a briefcase, and leaning to the side.

The entrance of Ivy and Strange was jarring to say the least; her mind had been focused on Crane’s words. What did Scarecrow mean, sometimes he wondered about how Jonathan cared for her? They were friends. The best, in fact. Thinking of best friends made her heart ache for Edward and what she’d done to him. She wouldn’t be surprised of he never forgave her.

A heavy sigh left her lips. “Pam…” Reaching out her arms for a hug like a child, she nodded curtly over her shoulder at Strange. “Doctor. I haven’t decided if its good to see you or not just yet.”

“If I told you which isotope I was using Strange then it would not be fun anymore. And Jonathan is the persona, he always has been. I have evolved the isotobe into my own. Heinrich’s was rather outdated and boring…mine…well…mine is full of surprises.” He cocked his head and chuckled, looking at Ivy, “How nice of you to finally show up Pamela dear. Tell me, have you been avoiding Jonathan, lord knows his pathetically weak psyche might not be able to take it.” He paused for a moment, “On second thought, keep avoiding him.”

She walks closer to him cautiously but flirty, knowing his current persona anything could happen. With a slight giggle she says, “Now why would I want to do something like that?” See finally notices the man she walked in with and watched him closely as she conversed with one she used to deal with. “Who could forget their first doctor?” She says as she leans her back against the control panel. 

He simply stares at her in disbelief. “Apparently you can Pamela. You certainly seem to enjoy his own company. Do not think that suddenly acknowledging my own existence means you are even close to forgiven…” He paused a moment, “Then again, that’s what you are made for isn’t it? Seduction? Do you even have a heart? Are you even human? You preach and you preach about how humans are killing your babies…YOU MUST NOT BE A HUMAN THEN IF PLANTS ARE YOUR ONLY FUCKING CHILDREN!” His last sentence came out more in Jonathan’s voice before being consumed by Scarecrow again. “Well, who could ever forget eating their first salad?” He smiled and walked away from her. “Too many people, too little to say. I’m taking my leave. Strange, it’s always a pleasure. Selina, Jonathan might never be back.” His eyes then narrowed in on Pamela. “I believe that it’s time I did some weed whacking.” And with that he turned and left.

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drhugostrange:

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askthecatsmeow:

Her eyes narrow into slits at him as he bursts through the doors of the Batcave. “How did you get in here? I’m… expecting someone.”

He looks around aand arches an eyebrow, “Hmm, so this is what it looks like hmm? Well looks like the tracking device was a good idea. Who were…

He stared at her in mock amusement. “Oh, is he? Then why is it that he can neever stand up for himself? He cares too deeply for you Selina. He cares for the plant…sure, but for you…I often wonder.” He laughed, “Strange? Strange is just that. Strange.”

“Is he now?” She sways into the cave, admiring the decor. “Jonathan, from what I hear you have been torturing you’re poor bubble headed students, how’s that going?” She looks at him deeply in the eyes, completely forgetting about Strange.

“Must be using F.E.A.R. isotope B nowadays. Odd that you’d still be using Heinrich’s original formula for fear, Mr. Crane. Or am I addressing your persona?” I asked, heading in with a briefcase, and leaning to the side.

The entrance of Ivy and Strange was jarring to say the least; her mind had been focused on Crane’s words. What did Scarecrow mean, sometimes he wondered about how Jonathan cared for her? They were friends. The best, in fact. Thinking of best friends made her heart ache for Edward and what she’d done to him. She wouldn’t be surprised of he never forgave her.

A heavy sigh left her lips. “Pam…” Reaching out her arms for a hug like a child, she nodded curtly over her shoulder at Strange. “Doctor. I haven’t decided if its good to see you or not just yet.”

“If I told you which isotope I was using Strange then it would not be fun anymore. And Jonathan is the persona, he always has been. I have evolved the isotobe into my own. Heinrich’s was rather outdated and boring…mine…well…mine is full of surprises.” He cocked his head and chuckled, looking at Ivy, “How nice of you to finally show up Pamela dear. Tell me, have you been avoiding Jonathan, lord knows his pathetically weak psyche might not be able to take it.” He paused for a moment, “On second thought, keep avoiding him.”

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Her eyes narrow into slits at him as he bursts through the doors of the Batcave. “How did you get in here? I’m… expecting someone.”

He looks around aand arches an eyebrow, “Hmm, so this is what it looks like hmm? Well looks like the tracking device was a good idea. Who were…

He stared at her in mock amusement. “Oh, is he? Then why is it that he can neever stand up for himself? He cares too deeply for you Selina. He cares for the plant…sure, but for you…I often wonder.” He laughed, “Strange? Strange is just that. Strange.”

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His smile widened even more. “I cannot say what I do not know. The running man doth come and go.” He stepped closer to Ivy and stroked along her cheek. “Besides, you don’t really want him, you want a man…

HAHAHA Wassa matta?

-frowns at Harley for a moment, before shrugging her shoulder- Well, now that you’re all safe and sound, I guess I should be heading home.

ya sure you don’t wanna stay

-eyes Scarecrow- Well…

He looks over towards both of them and smiles. “Oh, what’s wrong dear Ivy?” He steps up and strokes down her cheek. “A strong and powerful woman liike yourself scared of a little…fear?” His eyes turn to Harley, “And what about you? “Why are you so calm? I hear that the Clown is out running amock.”

His smile widened even more. “I cannot say what I do not know. The running man doth come and go.” He stepped closer to Ivy and stroked along her cheek. “Besides, you don’t really want him, you want a man who can truly give you what you need.” He glanced over to Harley, slowly walking over to her, tilting his head. “See anything you like particularly? It’s one of my best.”

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harleysfunhouse:

*She puts the car in park and grabs her bag from the back* I wonder if Cranie figured out that bomb yet.

Hopefully… I’d hate to walk up there and be blown into bits the moment we open the door.

HAHA.. *she knocks on the door…

*she looks at Red with a confused look then opens the door slowly* uhh… Hello?

-quirks an eyebrow- Um… Jonathan? Is that you?

In the center of the room stands the giant cube. “And…one more twist, a little bit of a turn.” A delighted but dark laugh, “Finished!” His voice was very confident and sure of himself. “Ladies, let me introduce you to the new and improved Rubick’s cube. It comes with an extra special center, complete with explosions and Fear toxin. I upgraded for the premium package.” He stepped out to face them, smiling. “Jonathan is not here at the moment, please leave a message after the beep.” He walks over and shuts the door. “So, ladies, what brings you two lovely ladies to this corner of the city?”