A Feast for Crows

Hematophobia

What Would Scarecrow Do ...

Jonathan has never had to do anything without Scarecrow putting his two cents in. But for whatever reason, his alter has retracted into the depths of his mind. He's both relieved and anxiety-ridden because now he can actually work without interruptions but he usually relies on his other's infrequent advice regarding the production of the fear toxin.

  "Hello, Jonathan!" Jonathan looks up from the piles of paper and lab equipment in front of him to see the familiar but irritating form of Edward Nygma. At least it's not Harley. "Edward," he nods at the older man. "Is Kitty around by any chance?" Jonathan shakes his head. "Kitty was caught a few days ago. She's either in Arkham or Black Gate. Why do you want to know where she is?" he asks, looking at Edward with suspicion.

"Because if she's around I can't do this," Edward says, whirling Jonathan's chair around and leans down towards him. Jonathan pushes his chair back away from Edward. "What do you think you're doing? Are you–" Jonathan trails off, unable to finish his sentence or think coherently as he tries to make sense of what almost happened.

"Sorry! Sorry! I just thought... Well because of what happened last time..." Edward stutters. You're going to push him away. "That's... Um, that is... I need your help, Edward." The other man looks at Jonathan, disbelief in his expression. "You... need my help? You? I have known you for years and not once have you ever needed anyone's help unless it was Kitty's."

  Jonathan groans, already regretting having asked. "It's important! And Kitty isn't here so I need someone else for this particular job. Oh and did I mention, there'll be a fair reward for your efforts? Assuming He doesn't show up and ruin everything." Edward's quiet for a while. Finally, he says, "Okay. But then I want you. All to myself while Kitty's... away."

  Jonathan's face flushes. "Wh...what? If you need help with something, you only have to ask... A favour for a favour. A-a-anything you desire... Edward."

"You know what I want," Edward says.
"And if I don't want to give you what you want?" Jonathan asks. He won't help you. Jonathan wills his other to shut up. "Oh, I'll still help you. Someone has to distract the flying rodent. Who better for that job than me?"

Arrogant asshole.

Jonathan, for once, agrees with his alter. He rolls his eyes. "Of course. But first..." Take me! Shut up.