Author's Note: Hello everyone! Here is my new story! I hope you will enjoy it. I am a bit of an amataur writer, so please let me know if you see any grammar, spelling or any other errors that you happen to see. I tend not to notice such errors until I've already posted my stories but will fix them as I notice them. Please note that my stories tend to either go super fast or super slow. I'm hoping with this story I will find a balance between the two. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I am still thinking of a good name for this story, so the name may change if i think of a better one. Also, this is the first story I've started while knowing what a "Mary Sue" is, so I've tried to avoid it. Please let me know if you think its too "sue-ish" and why you think it is so I change it and try to do better in later chapters. Anyway, please review if you enjoy it and have a moment to do so. Again constructive criticism is always welcome! Thank you for taking the time to read my story! I hope you will enjoy it!-Lin

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dr. Jonathan Crane, or any Batman characters that will appear in this story. I only own my Olivia and any ocs that appear in this story. I am NOT making any money off of this story and am only writing it for the enjoyment of others.

Summery: Olivia Higham moved to Gotham to escape the memories of her rape. While she's taking classes at Gotham University, Dr. Jonathan Crane hires her as his secretary while he teaches classes there. What role will Dr. Crane play in Olivia's decline or recovery? What kind of relationship, if any, will develop between the two? Can Olivia escape the insanity caused by her past, or will it eventually consume her mind, body and soul? Dr. Crane/Scarecrow-OC Story is set before Batman Begins movie.

Warning: This story does include rape, not in too much detail, but it is there. There will also be some adult themes show up as the story progresses. I will always post warnings for those who may need it. There will be some swearing too but it shouldn't be too bad. This story is rated M for a reason.

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Chapter 1

"Shut up bitch!" The man sneered. I flinched as he slapped me as he continued to invade me in my most intimate of places. His fingernails felt like several small knives as they dug into my neck, nearly choking me as the other hand held me firmly down. I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath while he moaned. Warm tears fall from my face as this great ape pressed his gigantic body against mine. Fear filled my body as I did my best to hold in a scream from this stranger's roughness.

Once he finished his deed, he quickly shoved me out of his truck before speeding away. I shivered from the cold pavement beneath me. I felt dirty and broken as I tried to regain my breath. My tried to slowly move my badly bruised body but failed. I wanted to scream but knew it wouldn't do any good now. I felt more warm tears fall from my eyes as I curled into a ball. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

2 years later…

"Let's see Miss Higham, your resume says you've already completed Bachelor's degree in Behavioral science back in North Dakota, is that correct?" a man with black hair, icey blue eyes and glasses asked me as he glanced through the paper in his hand. His voice was deep and very clear.

"That is correct. I am currently pursuing a Master's degree in Psychology here at Gotham University." I explained, my hand twitching, slightly.

"What do you think qualifies you to work as my secretary?" Dr. Crane, a psychiatrist and a psychology Professor at Gotham University, inquired.

"I've had secretarial experience back in North Dakota. I'm familiar with the computer programs you had listed in your ad. I'm a little OCD and messes drive me crazy, so I tend to very organized and I am very punctual.I was a teacher's assistant while I was getting my Bachelor's so I have experience grading papers, using fax machines, making and canceling appointments and answering student questions if I'm able." I answered as my hands shook slightly in my lap.

I was nervous. I had, had several interviews before now and so far the only place willing to hire me was the café just inside the University's library. Between my wages and my scholarship I was barely able to cover my rent. I needed this job so I could afford to eat somewhat decent food. Ramen noodles and beans just didn't seem to cut it for me.

"Why did you decide to pursue a Master's degree in Gotham?" he asked. This job interview had been going on for at least an hour now, his questions weren't hard but he had made his expectations very clear when I first arrived.

"My scholarship." I lied. I wasn't about to tell him the real reason I had come here. It wasn't any of his business.

"I see." He stated, looking back through my resume. Dr. Crane seemed very serious and straight to business. I could tell he wasn't going to be a fun boss but besides the money, I needed to keep my mind off of the events that had taken place back home.

"Well, Miss Higham, I believe that is all. I will contact you in the next day or two if you have the job." Dr. Crane informed me setting my resume down on his desk.

"Thank you for your consideration." I said, standing up and shaking his hand. He nodded and opened his office door for me. I quietly made my way through the halls of Gotham University.

Dr. Crane's P.O.V

'She seems qualified but her grades aren't up to my normal standard.' I thought as I looked through Olivia Higham's resume and transcript once again.

From her transcript, she seemed to have been somewhat of an excellent student earning several "A's" and "B's" however, that was over two years ago. Looking at her most current grades she had seemed to struggle to keep her "B" average while several "C's" and an occasional "D" appeared on her transcript. I had tried to ask her about why her grades had slipped but her body had stiffened and her voice shook as she tried to subtly answer the question.

'She's the most qualified of anyone who had applied for the job.' I continued to think. 'Damn Mrs. Peirce, why did you have to go and die? Now I'm going to be stuck with some idiot for my secretary.'

"She's not that bad, did you get a look at her ass?" I heard Scarecrow cackled. I rolled my eyes at alter ego's sexually based comment. Miss Higham was very slim and not healthy looking. Her pale face matched her lifeless brown eyes. Her brown hair was pulled back into a neat pony tail and her attire matched that of a poor business woman's clothing. She looked rough but she had at least made the effort to look professional. She also seemed willing to take anything I would throw her way.

"I'm not interested in the girl, I just need a secretary to schedule my appointments with my students, be organized and keep the office clean." I informed him.

"She could be more fun than that." The voice in my head commented.

"Just shut up and go away. I'm busy." I snapped at him before looking back down at Miss Olivia Higham's resume. I picked up several other resumes that had been sent into me but none of them seemed to stand out like hers did.

"I'll call her tomorrow and tell her she has the job. Hopefully she's as qualified as she says she is." I thought putting throwing the rest of the resumes away.

Olivia's P.O.V

'You're lucky, you know. You're lucky all that man did was rape you.'

'You're lucky, he didn't kill you. He easily could have.'

'You're lucky, he didn't have any STDs, you could have AIDS now if he did.'

"You're lucky all he did was get you pregnant.'

I heard the voices from several people back home say. The first sentence was something the psychiatrist I had seen back home had told me my first or second visit to him. Their voices filled my head as I made my way to work. I couldn't believe how many times I was told I was "lucky". I was "lucky" to get raped, I was "lucky" he didn't kill me. Death seemed more kind than this hellish life. No rape victim should ever be told they were "lucky".

'My gosh; I am so schizophrenic.' I thought as entered the café which that sat inside the huge library. I put my things in my small locker back in the employee section of the café before being told to take my place as the cashier.

15 minutes and 10 customers later my brown eyes met familiar blue ones.

"Ah Miss Higham." Dr. Crane greeted me, once he realized who I was.

"Dr. Crane." I nodded. "What can I get for you?"

"A number 5, extra mushrooms and cheese with a large coke, please." He stated.

"Of course." I said, pushing the buttons on the register. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, you can be at my office by 8 o'clock sharp tomorrow morning." He informed me.

"Sir?" I questioned, confused.

"As my new secretary, I expect you to be at my office tomorrow, 8 am sharp. You said you were punctual, I expect you to come through." He explained. My eyes brightened as I realized I got the job.

"Of course, thank you, doctor. I promise I will do my best." I happily said.

"Good." He stated. He left after he had paid for and received his order. Things were looking up ever so slightly.

'Maybe now I won't have enough time to listen to the voices in my head.' I thought. 'Maybe, I won't have enough time to remember.'

'You will always remember.' a voice replied, 'It will consume you like a flame consuming a field until the day you die.'