Wow, this is the first slash piece I've ever written and I realize that I don't know squat about relationships between anyone, let alone two psychopaths. I really have to get out of the house more... XD Anywho, anyone who didn't know that this fic is slash please stop reading now. I don't want to offend anyone, but I did need to get this off my chest. I do like Joker/Crane/Scarecrow pairings, so sue me. If you're going to comment or flame, please leave me some way to respond to you. I apperciate your opinion, and I'd like to respond accordingly. (I do not take offense for the most part)

The Joker, Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, Batman, and all other elements of this story belong to DC Comics and Warner Brothers Studios. I own nothing!

The first time Jonathan Crane laid eyes on him was when they brought him into Arkham Asylum at two thirty in the morning. Between the newscasts and the newspapers he'd swiped from the orderlies, Jonathan had known who he was when they'd brought him in. Even through the daze of heavy drugs that had been coursing through the Joker's system, he still retained his homicidal grin and shrill giggling. He even went as far as to wink in Jonathan's direction.

Jonathan didn't know when he'd see him again, if he ever saw him again.

People like himself and the Joker weren't allowed to put in cells near one another, security reasons and what not. Come to think of it, Jonathan vaguely remembered putting those rules into effect himself. Although he couldn't be absolutely sure anymore, ever since he'd taken a face full of his own signature toxin his mind hadn't been completely the same. The medicine had toned down the constant hallucinations to a near minimal, so now all he saw were brief flashes every once and a while. But it wasn't just the flashes that made his mind unstable, they were manageable with the right drugs, it was something else entirely.

It was him.

Jonathan had always known that the Scarecrow was with him, ever since the whispers had started early on in his childhood. He'd grown up with the constant companion, one who had done nothing more than keep him company and help to guide him in the right direction, and he was glad of the friendship that they shared. Needless to say, Jonathan hadn't been very popular in school and didn't have many friends. Scarecrow had always been there, nameless and developing in the background.

It hadn't been until he'd gotten into Gotham University that the entity in his subconscious had started to take on personality traits of its own. It started with the malice and the building resentment towards his peers, but then the whispering got stronger and started to suggest things to him. The worst part was, he listened. Jonathan wanted to be in control and have the power that all those bullies had over him for so long that he could taste it, and Scarecrow had made that all happen. In his own way, Jonathan was both envious and disgusted with himself for going along with what he'd promised.

Maybe that's why things had ended up the way they had, out of control and on a down ward spiral into Hell. Things had been good: he had finally made it to lead Psychologist at Arkham, he had good pay and a nice apartment, he even had a safe location to perform his experiments which were going to change the way the word looked at fear and it was ruined by one quick spurt of odorless chemicals. As if the fact that the whole incident had happened at all wasn't bad enough, the chemicals were his own design and there for only made the entire situation worse for him. His pride had been broken and his life had been taken, but the Scarecrow had stayed with him. And, with each passing day, he seemed to grow stronger.

With that strength came the increasing periods of blackness in his memory, periods where he couldn't remember anything at all. He wasn't really sure what went on while he wasn't in control anymore, those times when the Scarecrow exerted his power of him and stepped into the driver's seat, but he had a feeling that he probably never wanted to know. There was no telling what that part of him did on his free time. What surprised him the most though was the fact that those dopey doctors couldn't tell the two apart, blaming the Scarecrow's antics on him. It didn't matter that his entire personality seemed to shift and do a one eighty, he was accountable for everything.

The second time the two had met was in the recreation room about two weeks later when the Asylum directors were certain that they had enough security to handle the Joker. Jonathan had been in the corner closest to the window, a book in his possession, minding his own business when the guards had brought him in. He came in shuffling, chained head to toe in cuffs and escorted by two guards. The rest of the room had gone dead silent and moved out of his way when the guards un-cuffed him, darting to one side of the room or the other in an effort to avoid him. Jonathan, his nose still buried in a book, hadn't noticed his entrance.

That was his first mistake.

It wasn't until the Joker had some guy around the shoulders and in his grasp crying that Jonathan looked up from his book. He glanced back and forth between the two men, taking in the sight of the fear on the man's face and the elation on the Joker's. He sighed at the crude technique used to rouse the beautiful emotion out, but was happy to see it none the less. It had been so long since he'd last heard those anguished cries. God he missed them.

That was his second mistake.

Unfortunately, only a few minutes into the frantic babbling and crying the guards had beaten the tall man over the head with their knight sticks and drug him laughing from the room. Jonathan decided that the laughing was enough to make even him shiver in what resembled nervousness. This in its self was weird because Jonathan had always considered himself the emotionally detached one of the two: but Scarecrow had reminded him the no matter what the brain thought, it could never over ride primal instinct and basic human nature. No matter how hard Jonathan would want it to, Scarecrow was right and tended to always be right.

It was also him who told Jonathan that they'd thrown the Joker in solitary confinement because of his behavior. How he'd known was beyond Jonathan, but he didn't argue that point. He had sat quietly and listened to the whispering in his mind, the dark and raspy voice that hinted at fields filled with golden corn and open air. Jonathan didn't fight this time either. Instead he'd relinquished control to Scarecrow once more and retreated to the safety of his inner world. Best leave the little details to him and go along with whatever it was the Scarecrow was planning.

He resided in the dark seclusion for what could have been a few minutes or forever, Jonathan wasn't really all that sure.

When he came to once more, Jonathan found himself lying in the floor of one of the padded cells that told him he was in solitary. The soft walls were created so that the patient inside the cell couldn't do any harm to themselves, but the floor was slightly less covered than the walls. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, or why he felt like he'd been hit by a cinder block, but he knew that something had happened while he was away. Well, he'd just have to see when they let him out for their shower time. Someone was always talking about what happened, and if they wouldn't talk there was always the shrinks.

After what seemed like an hour to him, (he couldn't be sure anymore) the guards came to escort him to the group shower facility in this wing of the asylum. He wouldn't shower with the other patients because of the whole solitary thing, but Jonathan didn't mind that actually. He liked the quiet time to himself after all, not to mention he was slightly shy about his body. He'd always had a more feminine build, soft eyes, and high cheek bones and that had always made him self-conscious to a point. The other inmates only made it worse.

He'd been lead in and had already started to shower when the other occupant of the room was escorted in. The doors had banged open and two guards had shoved in the Joker head first, making him trip over himself and almost fall to the ground. He never stopped laughing. Even when the one guard had beaten him over the head, he never stopped laughing or seeming to enjoy the attention. Jonathan just couldn't seem to stop watching him.

The scars on his mouth weren't the only ones that marred his body either. His chest and torso were also covered in the fine, jagged, white scars that signified scar tissue. They ranged in size, shape, pattern, consistency, and direction. Jonathan had listened to Scarecrow as he told him that the Joker didn't need make up to accentuate his Chelsea grin, his scars were enough to make even his blood run cold. He could do nothing but agree with him and continued to silently shower under the farthest shower head in the bathroom.

"Hey yah Buddy!" said a shrill voice from behind him causing Jonathan's body to flinch and go ridged. "I, uh, don't think I've ever met yah! Let me introduce myself I'm..."

The Joker spoke loudly as he approached the smaller doctor, his eyes lit up almost as bright as a Christmas tree on steroids.

"I know who you are." said Jonathan quickly and curtly, not moving away from the man but still trying to keep his distance.

"Well good: that, uh, means I don't have to intro-duce myself huh?" he giggled once more, stepping up so that he stood next to Crane and almost touched him. "But, yah see, I don't know who yah are. So, I have a proposition for yah. Why don't yah, uh, introduce yourself and then we'll both know who the other is. How does that sound?"

Crane didn't look at him, instead reaching to run a hand through his hair nervously. He didn't flinch, he couldn't filch, and he couldn't even feel parts of his body now. It hadn't even occurred to him that the Scarecrow had wanted out until he felt the mental shove that pushed him back out of the controls, but not totally out of consciousness. He could still feel, see, and hear everything but he couldn't control what he said or the actions his body made. Instead he felt the other side of his personality taking over, the darker and more playful side. His voice was more confident, cocky even, and his body's posture slumped slightly in relaxation.

"I'm somewhat of an enigma my dear Joker." rasped the Scarecrow in his straw laden voice.

"Ah, so yah are two different, uh, people then huh?" The Joker said and smiled widely. "I knew that yah weren't the only one in there. I've heard about yah, but I wanted to see yah for myself. So, which one are yah?"

"Amazing…" he said, genuinely impressed that the clown before him could tell the difference between him and Jonathan. "I'm the Scarecrow."

Jonathan watched with intense concentration. He was trying, no willing, to make his companion stop before he did something that would only anger the bi-polar clown and get them both in traction, or even dead. But, no matter how loud he protested, the Scarecrow stuffed him farther and farther back and effectively silencing him. It seemed that he wanted to play with the interesting man: even Jonathan had to admit he was interesting, and see what made him tick. Even if that happened after he got the Hell beaten out of them.

"Well now, yah don't say." The Joker leaned in close and whispered into his ear lightly. "It's nice to meet yah Crow, Why don't yah let the other one out to play too?"

Scarecrow was startled for a minute, but remained cool and collected under the pressure. He was the Master of Fear, not only weakling Scarecrow, alternate personality of Jonathan Crane! He wasn't afraid of this man, and he was certainly not going to let him intimidate him into slipping up and letting Jonny back out here. His alternate personality certainly couldn't handle this kind of fun.

"That's too bad Joker because I'm the only one home at the moment." Scarecrow smiled and reached up to touch the Jokers clavicle and the scars that ran across it. "And I want to play, not Jonathan."

"Oh, ambit-ous are yah? I like a little, uh, fight." he grabbed Crane's roaming hand and retched it to the side, leaving his body open to a frontal assault. "But I don't want to play with yah, not yet. Why don't yah let Jonny boy out here? I'd like to meet him."

Scarecrow snarled and lashed out, trying to attack the deranged clown with all of his might. He was the one asking questions here, not some deranged clown! Unfortunately, Jonathan's body wasn't as tall as the two personalities would like it to be and there for left others around them to tower over him. The Joker had a good half a foot or so on him and easily over powered the irrational and flailing schizophrenic in front of him. He spun the man around by his arm and caught his other arm in his opposite hand, pining Jonathan's back to his torso and pulling his arms out so he couldn't move.

Jonathan began to panic inside of his mind, flailing and begging to be let out so he could get away from the Joker's grip and get as far away from him as he could. He hated being touched. Nothing bothered him more than to be touched without his consent. But Scarecrow didn't mind being touch and stayed in control, relaxing into the body behind him and letting his head roll backwards onto the taller man's shoulder. His eyes fluttered gently, dark eye lashes curling over pale cheek bones with a low groan.

"Mm, harder." He demanded, his head flopping to one side so he could face the Joker, trying to scare him into letting go. "I like to play rough."

"Oh ho now, I can, uh, see that Crow." the clown whispered, pulling harder on Scarecrow's arms which earned him a low moan in response. "But I want yah to let Jonny boy out here so we can be properly in-tro-duced."

Scarecrow laughed and reared his head up, tilting it back down so that his posture was righted and supporting itself once more. The Joker retained his grip on the two arms, keeping the unpredictable man pinned effectively in a reverse bear hug. He waited patiently for something to happen, some phenomenal shift in personality that would signal the coming of the famed psychiatrists he'd heard so much about.

"He likes you, you know, we like you. We think you're interesting, a mystery that has a surprise ending that needs to be experienced." Scarecrow purred, practically fawning in ecstasy. "And Iwant to play with you."

"I'm sure yah do Crow, maybe we can con-tin-ue this at another time then?" he smirked and relaxed the pinned limbs slightly. "But I, uh, want to talk to Jonny."

"He doesn't want to talk to you. He doesn't like it when someone touches him, he'll freak out if I let him back out here." Scarecrow said sadly. "Besides, I'm the fun one anyways."

"Well then, guess I'll just have to find some other way to entertain myself then."

Joker quickly leaned down and wrapped on arm around Crane's torso tightly and licked his ear, stopping at the bottom of the lobe to pause. Scarecrow moaned loudly as the Joker worked his way down his ear, bucking his hips in protest when the Joker paused. He urged the man behind him to continue with a slight roll of his back and hips, and growled when the actions ceased. He was so consumed with making the figure behind him continue that he didn't get a chance to prepare himself for the harsh pain that ripped through his lower ear. The pain was so swift and precise that it ripped Scarecrow out of control and shot Jonathan back into the saddle. He cried out loudly, wriggling and struggling within the Joker's grasp in his pathetic attempts to be released.

"L-Let go!" Jonathan shrieked. "Release me!"

Joker let him go and Jonathan careened into the tiled wall in front of him smashing his face and glasses into it. He hit the wall with such force that it spun him around, knocking his glasses off and smacking his head against the hall painfully hard with a loud "crack." He slowly slid down the wall to rest in the corner, facing the cackling clown with slightly blurred vision.

His form was now blurred in front of Jonathan, making his movements exaggerated and awkward. Jonathan couldn't focus on the moving mass with all of the blurriness and decided to squint to try and focus his sight once more. His nose wrinkled up slightly as he tried to desperately make out the shapes in front of him, but by the time he had the Joker was no longer in front of him.

Jonathan couldn't understand where he'd gone, the bathroom wasn't that big and Jonathan was sure the he didn't have the power to phase through walls like some comic book character. So, where'd he go?

"He yah Jonny…" said a giggly voice to his left. "Yah look like a derang-ed fish when yah pucker up like that, yah know?"

Jonathan started physically, flinching away from the harsh giggling that seemed to emanate from the shadowy mass on his left. He never even seemed to move, just reappearing where ever Jonathan least expected him to. It was starting to get on his nerves and even more so on the now grouchy Scarecrow's nerves. Jonathan could hear him griping in the background, muttering about a taunting tease of a clown that didn't follow through with his advances. Jonathan didn't want to know what he was going on about, but he was almost certain that it had something to do with receiving more unwanted touching and affection from the Joker. He most certainly didn't want that.

"Cat got your, uh, tongue there Jonny boy?"

"No, just listening." said Jonathan cryptically, tuning out Joker to listen to Scarecrow once more.

"Well, you certainly ain't listening to me Dumpling. I, uh, like to be listened to, not ignore-d."

Finish were he left off Jonathan, you know you want to. Take him, he's ours to have! Be the one to break the famous Joker!

Jonathan could hear Scarecrow whisper tauntingly in the back of his mind. It was serving to effectively distract him from all other trains of thought, taking his rational mind and turning it into something that resembled a soft porn romance novel. Himself and the Joker staring as the main characters, the Scarecrow playing as Jonathan's wingman.

Come on already, I want to play with him. Scarecrow whined sullenly, begging to be let out once more. I'll make him shut up Jonathan...

"No, no you won't." Argued Jonathan back, not noticing that he was talking out loud. "Shut up."

The Joker sat back and watched the show, the silent war being raged inside the ex-psychologist head next to him. It was kind of funny to him, to watch the sudden change in personalities from one extreme to the next. It seemed that the stories about old Jonny Boy were true: he was broken in more ways than one. Oh, this sort of thing just made the Joker so happy! Batsy had really done a number on this one! Ah the simple joys of broken souls and twisted minds, courtesy of terrible, mind altering drugs.

"Did yah just tell me to shut up Dumpling?" asked the Joker in mock seriousness, knowing full well that Jonathan couldn't see the large smile plastered on his face without his glasses. "Cause, I don't like to be told to shut up."

"Yes, yes I know what you're talking about." Jonathan continued to himself, not even bothering to regard the Joker as he spoke. "And no I don't want to know that thank you very much: there is no need for you to share."

Jonathan leaned forward into the water stream to grope around on the floor in search of his glasses, patting around on the tile in a lost way. He was still muttering under his breath while he groped around on all fours like a lost puppy. The Joker tried hard to stifle his giggles, placing his empty hand in his mouth and biting down hard. His other hand was currently stroking the curved glass of Jonathan's glasses lovingly, petting it in a fondness that he only showed his knives. Taunting Jonathan was just so much fun!

Suddenly Crane stopped moving, his head lolling down between his shoulders in a relaxed manner that suggested he was playing around instead of looking desperately for something valuable. His shoulders un-tensed and his back relaxed as he glanced back over his shoulder with a half lidded gaze, eyes drooping gently and wet hair streaming into his face. His bedroom eyes mixed heavenly with his stringing wet hair, giving him a doused stripper look and an air that screamed "sultry."

"I know you have our glasses Joker." said the deep voice of the Scarecrow once more, voice laced with lust and wanting. "Do you want to play keep away with me? I'm willing to play if you do."

The Joker couldn't help it, he laughed outright and hunched over on the floor of the shower in painful mirth. He wondered idly how Jonathan didn't realize he had his glasses, but the Scarecrow knew without looking where they were. They were two totally different people: Joker couldn't understand how the shrinks here missed the shifts! He knew about that to, he'd seen it in the files of Dr. Arkham last week when he got out. They didn't even have a clue about the two separate people currently housed in the one body of Jonathan Crane!

What got him more was how long Doctor Crane got away with working here, performing his experiments, and living his double life right under their noses. Jonathan always had a sense of haughtiness to him, but he had good reason to. These people were idiots! He was still fooling them and he wasn't even trying to anymore! It wasn't like they were trying to purposefully ignore that he had duped them all, they just completely missed it all together!

"I like to, uh, play with people if that's what you're getting at Crow." The Joker smirked, reaching out and moving some of the wet hair from the man's delicate face with almost gentle finger tips. "Here, I think yah dropped these..."

He slid the glasses back on Crane's face gently, earning a deep groan from Scarecrow before him and a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. Joker realized that this must be Jonny, buried just beneath the surface enough so that he couldn't control his body's motion but still was able to experience what was going on around him. A trained eye could see that, and he most certainly had the eye for this sort of business. He wondered how Jonathan was coping in there, bottled up without a say but still able to feel everything. Jonathan didn't like to be touched, that much was for sure, but it seemed that the other occupant of his body most certainly did. Joker couldn't refuse a willing participant!

"Why thank you... What would you like me to call you?" Scarecrow asked, turning around and ambling back towards him seductively. "I can't very well call you Joker all the time now can I?"

"Oh, why yes yah can Crow. That's my name after all: don't want yah to call me anything but the Joker!"

Scarecrow pouted lightly, sticking out one perfectly pink lip and sucking on it gently. He continued to lean forward, positioning himself so that he was looking directly into the Joker's dark green eyes and leaning back on his heels. It was an odd display, two of the city's most deadly men chatting it up in the shower stalls in Arkham. It could almost be called insane, but wasn't that what they were there for?

"Fine, but don't except anything other than me right now. Jonathan is currently having a panic attack back here." He pointed to his temple and tapped it lightly.

"That's, uh, fine by me for now Crow. I really just wanted to ask yah and Jonny Boy a few questions though…" the Joker sat up and leaned back against the shower wall, never taking his eyes off of the man kneeled in front of him.

"Alright then, shoot Joker." Encouraged Scarecrow, motioning to him with his hand that wasn't supporting his upper body. "We're all ears."

"Do yah want to get out of here?"