Sometimes Life Throws You A Curveball,

This Time It Threw A Figure Eight.

Driving. There was so much driving involved. Normally, he would have just have sent Harold to do the deed and dump the body, but this wasn't just… any... body…

'You BROKE our TOY!'

And Scarecrow. He wasn't making this any easier. Jonathan sighed, 'She needs to be broken, she nearly killed herself.'

'I don't care! Take her home! FIX her HEAD!'

'It… might not be fixable.'

'WHAT?!'

'Don't worry, we'll come back in a few weeks to make sure… she's as fine as she can be.'

Surprisingly, Scarecrow/Jonathan lay low the next month or so, stayed under Batman's radar. There was no need to be thrown into Arkham if he already had plans that didn't involve Arkham… though it was easy enough to escape from there. When the time came, he had taken the trip again, forcing Harold into the driver's seat, refusing to drive himself.

Jonathan had no clue as to how he would find her. The hospital had let her out, obviously, and they weren't about to give out a patient's information to some random man, even if he was pretty and flirty…

It was pure luck that he had found her, riding around the city with the windows down. The door to a club was open, though it wasn't really a club… because music wasn't loud enough to destroy one's hearing. No, instead he heard a familiar voice float from the open doorway.

"Please be still, there is nothing you need say, it can wait..."

Crane was jumping out of the moving vehicle without a word to Harold, who nearly hit another car in shock of what his boss was doing. Jonathan ran up to the door, eyes narrowed at the door's watchman, a group began to pour in, and Jonathan slipped inside, right alongside the crowd.

There she stood, on the stage, a microphone stand in front of her, looking nervous as the lyrics poured from her lips.

"Sometimes I wanted to cry when the people on TV were not quite the way we were, but somehow I guess I just knew…" She was swaying to the music, he was focusing on her words. If she didn't remember, he doubted she'd have hidden messages in her songs… like… He shook his head, but jerked it back up at the next set of lyrics.

"But I didn't know I'd love you so much… Didn't know I'd love you so much, didn't know I'd love you so much, but I do." He felt his face burn for a few moments, before scanning over the crowd of people. Damn them, were they not there he'd… just…. Just… The song was short and when it ended the lights faded to black..

If he was going to do anything, it'd be…

Now.

Alright! How'd you like the extra chapter?

I decided that the sequal to this will not be based in a completely different category, though for some of the first chapter, it will be.