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Waking up with a harsh start, you glanced around, heavily breathing. Plain white walls came into vision and you started to return to reality. You were in Arkham Asylum, your home. It wasn’t horrible, at least in your wing. You had been submitted mainly for paranoia. In your opinion, you were far from mentally unstable, but your family’s concern led you to making the decision that you needed help.
The asylum wasn’t as bad as you would have thought (probably because you never had to experience the high security block). Even if the room was more plain than you would have preferred, it wasn’t a cell or anything uncomfortable. It had a nice bed, a window looking out into Gotham’s waters (even if it was barred), and an area for the few personal belongings that you were allowed to possess. It really wasn’t what you had imagined Arkham Asylum to be like.
Even if you were content with your life at the Asylum, it wasn’t all perfect. First off, your condition seemed to only worsen. When you had arrived, you were simply a bit over-cautious, but you really didn’t think it was that unmanageable; you really only admitted your problem because you wanted to keep your family from worrying. Once you arrived at the Asylum though, you had actually started to believe you were paranoid. The things in your past that had made you act a bit cautious became the only thing on your mind. Secondly, your psychiatrist made your stomach churn. Jonathan Crane was his name and he really wasn’t a bad guy. For some reason though, you always had a bad feeling about him. Because of this, you obviously couldn’t open up to him or anything of the sort.
Though, what disturbed you the most, was the dreams you had ever since being admitted. They were a bit more like nightmares. Almost every night, your mind was plagued with terrors revolving around your own experiences. The oddest part, was that the nightmares weren’t always simple recollections of your own horrible experiences. No, they were often what could be described only as a scarecrow taunting you in a way that made you sick with fear. It was as if he knew exactly what to say to make you recall past events, to recall so vividly that you would be completely consumed by your memories. Worst of all, when you awoke, you could still remember every detail. It had that clarity of the real world, not the haze and blur of a dream.
Now, it may seem illogical to connect your dreams to your doctor, and at first, you didn’t put your doctor in the same picture as your nightly terrors. You had simply thought that the feeling you had around him was simply another reason you needed help. Then, during a session with him, you realized that the blue eyes that you felt curiously drawn to were the same eyes that you feared with your entire being. You came to see that you were so easily captivated by your doctor’s eyes because they were the same as the pair owned by the being that tortured your mind. Of course, it would make no sense for him to have anything to do with your recurring nightmares, but you couldn’t help but feel even more fearful when near him.
Running your hands through the (H/C) hair on your head, you let out a sigh and pulled yourself up. Looking at your clock, you saw that it read 7:18. You always took a decent amount of time just collecting yourself in the morning. Now fully awake, you made your way over to your bathroom to take a quick shower. You had an appointment with Dr. Crane at 8:00 and you hoped you’d be able to fit some breakfast in. After showering and getting yourself ready for the day, you made your way to the cafeteria to grab breakfast. You ate quickly and started to hastily make your way to Dr. Crane’s office.
Arriving at his office, you hesitated a bit. You could feel your stomach churn and your palms get sweaty. Peeking at your trusty watch, you saw that that time was just shy of 8:05. With this in mind, you gathered your courage and lightly knocked on the door, then proceeded to let yourself in. Looking up, you noticed that he was working on some paperwork (which meant that maybe he wasn’t impatiently waiting?).
“Good morning, Miss (L/N). You’re late,” he spoke coolly and collected. Your heart seemed to skip a beat.
“Good morning, Doctor,” you replied with a slight tremor in your voice. Walking over to the chair placed in front of his desk, you shakily sat down while mentally telling yourself to get it together. You silently sat and waited in the seat while awkwardly observing every detail of the ceiling. Finally, when you were nearing the point of a heart attack, Jonathan looked up from his paperwork. With his eyes meeting yours, you were sucked into a daze. Whether you were frozen in fear or captivated by his crystal blue orbs, you weren’t sure. Sensing your inner conflict, Jonathon let a smirk crawl on his face while he stood up from his seat, making his way toward you.
“Why is it that you always seem so...confused when we are having our talks?”he spoke from behind you. You could feel his presence directly behind you, sending your heart into overdrive and your brain into a dazed state of fear. All of your nerves seemed to be on the high alert. Goosebumps started to form on your skin, though you didn’t notice in your state of mind. He had never been even slightly personal with you before. Even with that in mind though, your body was still reacting more intensely than you thought was reasonable. You didn’t understand why your body was in such a state of panic.
“You know, you’re such an interesting patient. I can’t help but to favor you,” he spoke out as you realized that he was even closer than you had originally thought. Gasping, you turned to look at him. The entire scene was all too familiar to you; it reminded you of your nightly visits from a certain scarecrow. Meeting his eyes again, you threw out all logic and came to an irrational conclusion--
“Y-you,” you stuttered out weakly, voice dripping with fear.
Chuckling, he brought his hand up to your face before grasping your chin with his slender fingers. “I’m surprised it took you so long, dear,”he whispered, while observing your face. With widened eyes, your brain tried to comprehend everything. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you weren’t sure if it was from excitement or fear. Fear seemed to be the most rational answer.
Enjoying your reaction, Jonathon smirked more prominently. He simply couldn’t get enough of you. Both him and his other side were absolutely hooked. Your reactions were simply perfect, and not to mention he thought you were gorgeous. Everything from your wide (E/C) eyes to your beautiful (H/C) locks drove him mad.
Jonathan’s eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and you couldn’t help but wish he’d move his face closer. Your body had morphed the sickening sense of doom you felt and replaced it with anticipation. You convinced yourself that it was a good type of anticipation.
Time seemed to slow as Jonathan finally leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. Despite expecting it, you still managed to feel surprised. Still, your body immediately responded on its own, kissing back with passion.
Jonathan slowly and reluctantly pulled away before allowing his eyes to meet yours. As he gave you a gentle smile, you felt warm and content. The pure adoration in his eyes made your worries and fear from past nightmares fade away. You didn’t mind if his darker side took an interest in you also, you were happy with having him.