Hello, everyone. After looking at some of the good fics on this site, I decided I would make my own. My current obsession: Batman. So, this is my first attempt at writing a Batman fan fiction, so if I mess up or get any character OOC, please remind me gently so that I may correct it and make it better.

Anyway, I love Jon/Becky pairing, and after seeing some of the amazing ways my fellow writers have written them, I wanted to try my own hand at writing this kind of fanfic.

It won't just be Jonathan and Becky in this story, but several of the cast we all know and love. Appearances, unless specified, are based on their appearance in the Arkham Asylum/City video games, as that is what really got me into Crane in the first place.

Crane himself, however, will not be based on his profile in Arkham Asylum. And neither will Jervis. Crane's appearance will be based off his appearance in Scarecrow: Year One. Jervis' appearance will be based off his appearance in Batman: the Animated Series, as that one is the only Jervis I can like and identify with. The rest are…a bit too creepy for my taste.

So, anyway, enough talk. On with the story!

Chapter 1

Breakout

Becky Albright

Jonathan Crane mused on that name, reading a book on psychology in his cell at Arkham Asylum.

Becky Albright

He flipped to the next page, his eyebrows furrowed in thought as he tried to concentrate, but despite everything he did, that name just kept coming back.

Becky Albright

Stifling a soft growl, he slammed the book down, startling his cellmate, Jervis Tetch, who had just been asleep on the top cot. "Curiouser and curiouser…" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he looked down at his cellmate. The Scarecrow paced the cell, grumbling under his breath. "You're thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk."

Crane stopped his pacing, glaring up at the blonde man. "It's none of your business, Tetch," he snapped, his thoughts of the girl seemingly badgering at his mind.

The Hatter continued to stare, and Crane began to find this quite annoying, knowing that he wouldn't stop, until he got an answer out of him. He sighed. "Her name is Becky."

Jervis seemed to perk up at this as he grinned, sitting cross-legged, his hat resting between his legs as he folded his fingers together. "Start at the beginning, and when you get to the end, stop."

Crane sighed, "Verywell. But speak of this to anyone and I will have your head."

Jervis squeaked in fear, clutching his hat tightly to his chest.

The Scarecrow smirked at his comment hit home with the Hatter. Looking to make sure there were no one listening in, he proceeded to tell Tetch the story of his encounter with the plucky Becky Albright.

"But this is what I don't get, Tetch. Why am I still thinking about her? It's been five years since that incident occurred. This should have blown over long ago. Why is she coming up now?"

The Mad Hatter shrugged.

Crane just rolled his eyes. Figured the wonderland-addict wouldn't give him a reasonable answer.

He was just about to continue to his book when dozens of guards came running down the hallway.

Now, Jonathan Crane was smart. He had to be in order to stay alive in the criminal underworld. And he knew only two things could make the Asylum guards run that fast: quitting time or a violent inmate on the loose. Since it was hours before lights out, someone had to be making trouble.

He didn't have to wait to figure out who had broken out, as an ear-splitting cackle rose above the sirens that were going off.

Looks like the Joker's out, Crane thought, walking towards the cell door to get a better look.

Jervis, too, noticed the commotion. Placing his hat back on top of his head, he slid down from his cot and huddled near the taller man.

Though they could not see where the sounds were coming from, as the fight was further down the hallway where they were being held, they could hear the sounds of a scuffle, followed by a high-pitched shriek of laughter.

"Looks like Harley's out," murmured Jonathan, adjusting his glasses. The shriek was then followed by a massive shock wave of force that shook the cell walls. "And Killer Croc," he added, as the scaly form of the reptile-like man barreled through the hallway, causing carnage in his wake.

Jonathan and Jervis both backed away as Croc rammed into their cell, shattering the Plexiglas wall that acted as a window of their cell.

Without waiting to see if Killer Croc recovered from the rubble, they bolted from the cell, dodging the hodgepodge of doctors, guards, and inmates in their race to escape.

They made their way out of the Penitentiary, and towards both the entrance and exit of Arkham Asylum.

"There's a car. Let's go, Jonathan," Jervis shouted, grabbing the professor's wrist as he dashed off towards a lone car in the distance.

"Now you speak normally!" Jonathan shouted, exasperated at the smaller man as the two ran.

"No time, no time. We're late, we're late for a very important date."

And he's back, the Scarecrow thought, lifting a rock from the ground and then smashed the window, unlocking the doors.

Jervis dove down into the passenger side seat, while Crane maneuvered himself into the driver's seat.

Not waiting to buckle his seatbelt, Crane stepped on the gas pedal.

Like a bat out of hell, they drove away from the Asylum and towards the unsuspecting populace of Gotham City.