"I do believe you'll have a nice scar there, my dear," said Crane, as he wrapped bandages around her chest.

"Funny," she retorted.

"You must think of it as a wedding present, love," he said. "Something to celebrate the rather unorthodox marriage of the Scarecrow and Jackie Lantern."

"I guess it'll always remind me of that," she sighed.

He kissed her gently. "Every time it gives you pain, just imagine it's what I would feel like if you ever left me."

"You're such a sap, Crane," she sighed.

"I mean it," he murmured.

"Yeah, I know. That's why you're a sap," she retorted. "Cute, though," she said, grinning and ruffling his hair.

He lifted her out of the bath and carried her into the living room, placing her down gently on the sofa. "I have a proposition for you, love, while your rib heals," he murmured. "Obviously you'll be out of action in the field for a little while, but what would you say to a desk job at ScareCorp?"

"ScareCorp?" she repeated.

"This corporation I'm thinking of establishing to help me with my experiments – I think I mentioned it to you," he murmured. "You would be an ideal secretary."

"Secretary?" she repeated. "Try co-president."

He grinned. "We'll talk," he said, kissing her forehead. "Now you lie there, my dear, and I'll make dinner."

He kissed her and left the room, turning on the TV and hitting it to make it work. Jackie grinned as she flipped to the news and saw Dr. Leland being interviewed as medics carried out a body on a stretcher covered in a white sheet. "…Dr. Crow's years of…dedicated service," said Dr. Leland, clearly very uncomfortable praising him. "He will be…sorely missed."

"Any idea who did this, Dr. Leland?" asked a reporter.

"Um…there was a riot, so nobody can be sure, of course. It could have been any of the inmates," said Dr. Leland slowly. "He was by no means the only employee killed in the attack."

"Are all the inmates pacified and reincarcerated now?" asked another.

"Um…most of them," she stammered.

"Who's missing?" the reporter demanded.

"Er…the Scarecrow and his…accomplice…"

There was a murmur of voices and cameras began flashing as voices shouted, "Accomplice? A new supercriminal? Who is it?"

"I don't…have a lot of information for you at this time," said Dr. Leland quietly. "She was only brought in the previous day, and we have had a riot…"

"Does she have a name?"

"She is known as…Jackie Lantern," said Dr. Leland slowly.

The voices started shouting questions again. "Is she dangerous? Is she treatable? Will we be hearing from her again?"

"I have no further information at the present time!" snapped Dr. Leland. "Now if you'll excuse me, we have a lot of clean-up to do! No further questions!"

She stormed back into Arkham, slamming the door shut. Jackie giggled, switching off the TV as Crane re-entered the room. "The reporters wanna know if they'll be hearing from Jackie Lantern again," she said, beaming at him.

"Oh, most certainly, love," he murmured, kissing her.

"They also wanna know if she's dangerous," she whispered.

"Deadly so," he said, stroking her hair back.

"And if she's treatable."

He paused. "Is she?" he asked.

She grinned at him. "I'm afraid," she murmured, pulling him down to her. "That's she's completely and utterly incurable."

The End