Post by bunnie24 on Dec 28, 2012 17:50:13 GMT -5
I wrote this today cause I was bored. It's my Jackie/Jon pairing, but in Arkham City.
Enjoy
He imagined her soft skin and that white dress of hers as she stands by the shores of Gotham City while he listened to the dial tone for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening.
He could only imagine Jackie hearing her Swan Lake ring tone and annoyingly ignoring the 28th call from him that evening, and yet even though he knew she would never pick up, he kept calling.
Crane hung up his phone as he finally stood up from sitting against a rather flimsy beam in an abandoned building.
His clothes were dirty and damp from all the rain and dust he kicked up from the past few days, yet he didn’t care about his appearance or how bad he smelled; all he cared about was Jackie and working it out.
“I choose him.” she said.
And he remembered it as clear as day while walking towards an open window to see the destruction that was Arkham City.
She chose him. Batman.
f*cking Batman.
But regardless, he wasn’t alone. His assistant, his ‘partner in crime’, was with him; yet she was more annoying than Joker, or hell, Harley! And he was so used to Jackie being around it only made his ache hurt more.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked.
Crane sighed “Thinking.”
She rolled her eyes “About your wife?” she asked while crossing her arms.
“Yep.” he said gently.
She walks up to Crane and stroked his arm “You should get out those clothes, you’ll catch a cold soon.” she said.
“No, Becky.” he said.
Becky huffed “Why not?” she asked in a coy manner.
Crane smirked “Because I know that you’re trying to get me into bed, and I am married.” he told her.
“Yeah—to that little tight ass ballerina! You should let her go, she’s old news! You should invest in something new.” Becky inquired while beginning to touch his shoulders.
Crane huffed before turning around and grabbing Becky by her throat; both Crane and Scarecrow were using their strength to nearly crush her throat while pushing her against the wall.
His eyes became shallow as he glared at her “You don’t EVER talk about Jackie that way!” he snarled.
“You will respect her and be very *f*cking* afraid of her! Because, regardless of what I can do to you, she can do twice as worse! Do you understand me??” Crane spoke quietly.
Becky tried to nod as she clawed at Crane’s hand, losing oxygen with every word he was telling.
Crane let go of Becky’s neck and walked away back to the window with a rather perfect view of Arkham City.
He imagined Jackie once again, but this time in the back yard.
It was a memory of better days, they were all that he had now but he managed to reach out and grab them all at once and holding them tightly.
“Should I get you something to eat?” Becky asked quietly.
“I’m not hungry.” Crane muttered.
Becky nodded before leaving the room, letting Crane be alone with his thoughts, his memories, his regrets.
It was then when he felt his cell phone vibrate, then the familiar yet shocking ring tone of Swan Lake.
Jackie’s ringtone.
Crane jumped as he reached into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone then swiftly answered it.
“Jackie.”
It was silent on the other end.
“Jackie?”
“Look…there’s nothing you can say or do to impress me to come back to you.” Jackie said in a very soft voice; he could tell from her voice that she had been crying.
Crane swallowed hard “We can work on this!” he said, trying to sway her.
“No, Jon, we can’t.” she said, sighing into the phone.
Crane waited a moment as he listened out for Jackie.
“My last straw was a year ago…you’re last Arkham stint. I can’t do this anymore.” she said.
Crane tried to hold back tears “Baby—”
“No!” she said sternly, holding back tears as well.
“I love you.”
“No. You don’t.” she said.
“Yes, I do!” Crane insisted.
Jackie’s breathing became shallow “Jon, you love Scarecrow.”
“But that’s different! I love you! I do this for you!”
“You do this for me!?! You’re planning to gas the entire city of Gotham for *me*?? I don’t want it!! I don’t want it at all!!! I want my husband back!” she screamed into the phone.
Crane closed his eyes as he listened to Jackie cry on the other end.
“I want Crane. Not Scarecrow.” she whispered.
Crane took a deep breathe to keep himself composed “I’ll be Crane. I’ll stop right now, you say the word and I’m finished! Scarecrow’s done.” he told her, trying to bargain with Jackie.
“I can’t…I don’t believe you.” she said.
They were both silent for a moment.
“Jon, it’s over.” she said.
“It’s not over.” he told her.
“It is for me,” she whispered.
“Don’t try and contact me again…and if you try to see or contact the kids, I will kill you myself.” she said.
He heard a click on her side of the phone. She had hung up.
Crane took the phone away from his ear slowly as he let everything hit him.
He threw his phone onto the floor and stopped on it, yelling and screaming as loud as he could before Becky could walk in.
Becky watched as Crane destroyed what was left of the empty room before he began to make his way out of the room and out of the building entirely.
“Where are you going!?!” Becky asked.
Crane turned to Becky in fury “I’m going to end this.” he remarked.
Becky watched as Crane left the room, she could hear him stomp all the way out of the building; she just hoped that he would be safe.
Enjoy
He imagined her soft skin and that white dress of hers as she stands by the shores of Gotham City while he listened to the dial tone for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening.
He could only imagine Jackie hearing her Swan Lake ring tone and annoyingly ignoring the 28th call from him that evening, and yet even though he knew she would never pick up, he kept calling.
Crane hung up his phone as he finally stood up from sitting against a rather flimsy beam in an abandoned building.
His clothes were dirty and damp from all the rain and dust he kicked up from the past few days, yet he didn’t care about his appearance or how bad he smelled; all he cared about was Jackie and working it out.
“I choose him.” she said.
And he remembered it as clear as day while walking towards an open window to see the destruction that was Arkham City.
She chose him. Batman.
f*cking Batman.
But regardless, he wasn’t alone. His assistant, his ‘partner in crime’, was with him; yet she was more annoying than Joker, or hell, Harley! And he was so used to Jackie being around it only made his ache hurt more.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked.
Crane sighed “Thinking.”
She rolled her eyes “About your wife?” she asked while crossing her arms.
“Yep.” he said gently.
She walks up to Crane and stroked his arm “You should get out those clothes, you’ll catch a cold soon.” she said.
“No, Becky.” he said.
Becky huffed “Why not?” she asked in a coy manner.
Crane smirked “Because I know that you’re trying to get me into bed, and I am married.” he told her.
“Yeah—to that little tight ass ballerina! You should let her go, she’s old news! You should invest in something new.” Becky inquired while beginning to touch his shoulders.
Crane huffed before turning around and grabbing Becky by her throat; both Crane and Scarecrow were using their strength to nearly crush her throat while pushing her against the wall.
His eyes became shallow as he glared at her “You don’t EVER talk about Jackie that way!” he snarled.
“You will respect her and be very *f*cking* afraid of her! Because, regardless of what I can do to you, she can do twice as worse! Do you understand me??” Crane spoke quietly.
Becky tried to nod as she clawed at Crane’s hand, losing oxygen with every word he was telling.
Crane let go of Becky’s neck and walked away back to the window with a rather perfect view of Arkham City.
He imagined Jackie once again, but this time in the back yard.
It was a memory of better days, they were all that he had now but he managed to reach out and grab them all at once and holding them tightly.
“Should I get you something to eat?” Becky asked quietly.
“I’m not hungry.” Crane muttered.
Becky nodded before leaving the room, letting Crane be alone with his thoughts, his memories, his regrets.
It was then when he felt his cell phone vibrate, then the familiar yet shocking ring tone of Swan Lake.
Jackie’s ringtone.
Crane jumped as he reached into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone then swiftly answered it.
“Jackie.”
It was silent on the other end.
“Jackie?”
“Look…there’s nothing you can say or do to impress me to come back to you.” Jackie said in a very soft voice; he could tell from her voice that she had been crying.
Crane swallowed hard “We can work on this!” he said, trying to sway her.
“No, Jon, we can’t.” she said, sighing into the phone.
Crane waited a moment as he listened out for Jackie.
“My last straw was a year ago…you’re last Arkham stint. I can’t do this anymore.” she said.
Crane tried to hold back tears “Baby—”
“No!” she said sternly, holding back tears as well.
“I love you.”
“No. You don’t.” she said.
“Yes, I do!” Crane insisted.
Jackie’s breathing became shallow “Jon, you love Scarecrow.”
“But that’s different! I love you! I do this for you!”
“You do this for me!?! You’re planning to gas the entire city of Gotham for *me*?? I don’t want it!! I don’t want it at all!!! I want my husband back!” she screamed into the phone.
Crane closed his eyes as he listened to Jackie cry on the other end.
“I want Crane. Not Scarecrow.” she whispered.
Crane took a deep breathe to keep himself composed “I’ll be Crane. I’ll stop right now, you say the word and I’m finished! Scarecrow’s done.” he told her, trying to bargain with Jackie.
“I can’t…I don’t believe you.” she said.
They were both silent for a moment.
“Jon, it’s over.” she said.
“It’s not over.” he told her.
“It is for me,” she whispered.
“Don’t try and contact me again…and if you try to see or contact the kids, I will kill you myself.” she said.
He heard a click on her side of the phone. She had hung up.
Crane took the phone away from his ear slowly as he let everything hit him.
He threw his phone onto the floor and stopped on it, yelling and screaming as loud as he could before Becky could walk in.
Becky watched as Crane destroyed what was left of the empty room before he began to make his way out of the room and out of the building entirely.
“Where are you going!?!” Becky asked.
Crane turned to Becky in fury “I’m going to end this.” he remarked.
Becky watched as Crane left the room, she could hear him stomp all the way out of the building; she just hoped that he would be safe.
