Arkham Days

The morning came a little too soon. The day shift was making it's way around rapping on doors, to make sure all the prisoners were up. The electric lock gave a loud horn like noise before all the doors swung open and I could hear the people exiting their cells. I walked over to my sink turning of the faucet and splashing water on my face. I pulled out my tooth brush and clean my teeth, if there was one things I could stand it was bad breath, so I made sure to scrub extra hard. Was I felt a little more refreshed I walked out in the den, to see everyone gathered around the ping pong tables and plopped in chairs. A guard intercepted me on my way out handing me a towel and fresh clothes and turning me towards the shower. I held my hands out to receive the items when I felt a familiar hand sneak around my waist.



"Good morning, sunshine." His voice drawled on, as he walked around to face me his fingers trailing along the hem line of my shirt. "Off to the showers?"



"Go away." I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from his touch.



"Careful now, we wouldn't want any mishaps...again." His lips stretched into a crooked smile, his hands reaching back out to seize my waist.



"Hey!" The guard grabbed Crane's hands pushing him off of me. "No physical contact with other inmates." He held his hands up and backed away. The grin never leaving his face, he turned and walked away waving as he left. I sighed out of relief, thank God someone around here was watching out for me.



The guard gestured me to follow and I turned following his form out of the room, and to the showers. I sat my clothes to the side and stripped, grabbing a bottle and shampoo and soap for entering the shower room. After the last incident I had learned to shower quickly. I reached down, grabbing an electric razor, the only razor we were allowed since we couldn't really kill ourselves sufficiently with it and finished up, before rinsing off and heading back towards my clothes. I wrapped a towel around me, and with another I bent over using another towel to dry my hair. I rubbed furiously trying to get it as dry as possible before leaving when a pair of white canvas shoes appeared below my gaze. I stopped staring down at the shoes almost afraid to look up. Those were inmate shoes! How could anyone else get in here with the guard watching?!



"Well, hell-o beautiful." That voice! How the hell did he get in here?! Hesitantly I lifted my gaze to see him staring down at me, a cocky expression on his face. I swallowed and backed away quickly grabbing my clothes and holding them to me. I pulled the towel tighter around me letting, the one for my hair slide to the floor.



"Now-ah, what do we have here? Is it shower time already?" He walked towards me slowly enunciating each syllable with careful precision. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes roaming up and down my form. I dared a glance at the door it was shut, but there was nothing blocking the front of it. I stared him down. There was no way I could take him, not with the way he had beaten Ted yesterday. I knew he was strong for his size, and very fast. Plus, there wasn't much I could do dripping wet and in nothing but a towel. The only real option I had was to scream for help, and hope there was someone there to hear me and that they acted quick enough. I took in a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut, and opening my mouth to let my voice do it's job, but before it had a chance I felt a body crush me to the wall, and a strong hand clasp over my mouth.



"At-tat-tat-ta," he muttered pressing me harder into the damp wall. "You wouldn't want to go and do anything like, ah, yelling for help. The fun--it hasn't even started!" I could feel my breath becoming erratic. What am I supposed to do?! Why couldn't I summon up some emory from my past and learn I knew karate, or that I had taken self defense classes!? That would have come in handy about now. He had my shoulders pinned against the tile, but there was no pressure on my legs letting me know my legs were free to move. I acted quickly bringing my knee up and into his groin. I felt the pressure release from my shoulders as he hunched over and I took the opportunity to dash for the door. The door pulled open remarkably easy, and I threw myself through it my legs moving quickly. I let out a yell, as a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me from behind and into a small dark closet the door creaking shut behind. A hand covered my mouth, as a small "shhhh" hissed out from above. I turned to face my capture expecting the sinister eyes of the Joker, only to be met with the stunning baby blues of Scarecrow hid behind thin framed glasses.



"Can't you ever stay out of trouble?" He muttered letting his hand fall from my face, but keeping the other firmly clasped around my waist, I suppose to keep me from escaping.



"What are you talking about?! You cause half that trouble." He looked at me thoughtfully.



"No I don't." I stared at him pursing my lips.



"Okay, so maybe I did a little, but what I did is nothing compared to what he'll do to you." He pointed towards the crack of the closet. I peered through to see a very angry looking Joker emerging from the shower rooms. I held my breath, afraid to make any move that might give away where I was.



"Hey, what happened to the guard?" I tried my best to whisper, but I knew he could hear the tremmers in my voice as well as I could.



"Paid off."



"He can do that?" My eyes widened. If he could get to the guards, who knew what else he was able to get to. Crane just stared at me.



"Don't worry," a smirk spread across his lips. "I'll protect you, for a price." He bent down his eyes now level with mine.



"I don't need your protection." I spat.



"Oh? Then why don't you go out there?" He stood back up. I fiddled nervously in place.



"I like it in here, thank you very much." I avoided his gaze best I could.



"You like being in the closet," he pulled me against him. "Or you like being in the closet with me?" His hand slid beneath my hair, his other reminding me of his hold on my waist. He leaned in his nose brushing against my nose, his lips ghosting over mine. I could feel his breath quicken as his forehead rested against my own, as I stood frozen in place not daring to move. He stood in that position for what seemed like an eternity, then suddenly stood up pulling my head into his lips, placing a small kiss on my forehead.



"Why are you doing this?" I whispered eyes glued to the floor. "You-you've been nothing but mean to me since I arrived, and now this?" He let go of me walking to the door.



"What's a scarecrow without his crow?" He slipped through the door. "Stay here, I'll come get you when it's safe to come out." With that he closed the door behind him, and I was left confused and alone in the dark.











Author's Notes



So at the moment I'm kinda leaning towards Scarecrow/OC, which is kinda cool cause it's something I haven't done yet. Of course with the chase going on I'll probably end up running into a not so pleasant Joker/OC again, simply because it is what I originally intended, and it is the focus of all my other stories. Let me know how it is?