Unwanted Allies- Dr. Jonathan Crane Story

Worst Day In History.

She was so close, Jonathan's house was only just ahead- she never once believed she would miss the place after just one day of being away from it. But, so far, the day had been one of the worst days she had ever lived and there was nothing she wanted more then to go home and never leave. There was nothing outside of the house for her anymore, just a whole lot of pissed off people all gunning for her. Actually, now that she thought about it; it had become quite a list: Floyd Lawton, Edward Nigma (She assumed anyway), Jim Gordon and not to mention the entire Gotham Police Department, those who weren't slaughtered by either herself, Floyd or the other escapees. But Jonathan didn't hate her, he certainly didn't want her dead. All Jonathan wanted was to occasionally spray her in the face with Fear Gas. Stopping in front of the door, she forced herself to smile, but, that had all changed now, Jonathan had given her an antidote, one that had taken months to create, one that he had reserved for himself. But, instead, he gave it to her. Her hand rested on the door handle, something seemed off, something seemed wrong- pushing the door open, she took a cautious step inside the familiar environment, her hand searching the wall for the light that she flicked on, revealing the chaos Jonathan had left her. Her eyes moving around the house, there was crap everywhere, ranging from work notes to clothes to dishes. It was like he gave up on trying to keep things in order since her departure. She moved further into the hallway, making it into the living room, which was just as bad, if not worse than the hallways. Now she was convinced he had done this on purpose. No one was able to create a mess this bad in one day. 

"Jonathan?" She called, but no reply came and now that she thought about it, his car wasn't in the driveway when she had entered the house, meaning that she was all alone. Frowning slightly, her eyes dropped, she was getting used to being alone, in fact, she was almost enjoying it. Or at least, that's what she had convinced herself. In one day, everything had changed, she was now a mass murderer who went by the name of 'Phobia', her brother was dead and her ex-boyfriend was out to kill her, if not kill her, then make her life a living hell. Then of course, there was The Riddler, living proof that she wasn't as crazy as people thought. But then again, Batman was also proof that she was far more sane then others perceived her to be, she at least didn't have a costume, or a superiority issue. Hearing two distinct clicks, she smirked, her eyes looking back up at the dark haired man, the world's greatest assassin himself. He had a foul expression on his face that Lilah returned 

"Oh, what's up your ass, Floyd?" She greeted coldly, her eyes locked onto Floyd who had two pistols pointed at her, ready to end her life right then and there. 

"Hello, Lilah." He muttered in response. 

"Have you come to shoot me?" She asked with a smile, taking a step towards him. She didn't even need to ask how he got inside the house, that was a pretty easy question to answer. Floyd stood his ground and she was ready for whatever it was he wanted to do to her. 

"No," He replied sarcastically, "I brought these for show." 

"Then shoot." She dared him, her eyes giving no sign of a bluff and she wasn't entirely sure herself whether or not she was bluffing or not. "Go on, riddle me with bullets so you can run home and feel better about yourself knowing I'm dead!" She cried angrily. Smirking to himself, Floyd prepared himself for the shot, it wasn't a difficult shot, she was standing just a few feet in front of him, still and ready. After a few more seconds, Floyd's smirk faded and instead he gritted his teeth, his two pistols falling either side of his body. Lilah gave him a surprised look, before stepping back away from him, her eyes wary. "No? You're not here to kill me?" She asked. 

"Guess not." Floyd responded, placing each pistol back into two holsters on either side of his hips and now that she noticed his clothing, he was fully geared and had a long sniper rifle on his back, as he moved towards her, Lilah backed away from him, her back hitting the wall, causing Floyd to smile, 

"What do you want?" Lilah snapped, as Floyd continued to move slowly towards her, 

"Just a little chat." Stopping just in front of her, Floyd placed his right hand against the wall beside her head before he leaned in towards her, his face only inches from hers, Rolling her eyes, Lilah gave out a sigh,

"You know, Floyd, somewhere out there, there is a tree tirelessly producing oxygen so that you can breathe. I think you owe that tree an apology." She smirked. Floyd returned a small smile,

"Nice to know you haven't changed. Now tell me, who is Jonathan Crane?" He asked. Lilah stared at him for a few seconds before she smiled, 

"The owner of this house." 

"Who is he to you?" He asked irritably. 

"A business partner." She replied, "Speaking of which, he's the type of man that could kill you in a second." It was a lie, but anything to get Floyd away from her was good enough, 

"I'm the world's greatest assassin, honey."

"So I've been told." Lilah mused, ill thoughts regarding The Riddler popping into her head, "There is still a possibility of death. You're not invincible." Floyd tilted his head slightly, 

"I've been in this business a long time. If I was gonna die, I would be dead already." He smirked. He was more arrogant than Lilah remembered, "I ain't gonna die anytime soon, so get used to me being around." Lilah rolled her eyes, 

"What happens when I kill you?" She asked. 

"You can't kill me."

"Why not?" She asked, her brow furrowing, Floyd leant forward, his lips brushing against her ear, "World's. Greatest. Assassin." Pulling away from her, he stepped back completely, "I've heard a lot about you recently, about you and this... Jonathan Crane." He muttered, looking around the messy house. 

"What have you heard?" Lilah asked, her back still against the wall, 

"He tortured you for five months and... you're still here." His tone trailed off. "You were given a chance to leave this life and go back to your old one. Why haven't you yet?" Lilah pursed her lips,

"Because... when Mercious asked I... thought I was normal.. But now... now I know I'm just a freak." There was a short pause before Floyd spoke again, 

"And Jonathan Crane?"Making eye-contact with him, she smirked,

"Some call it love, I call it having nothing and no one else." She shrugged. Moving forward, Floyd slammed his fist against the wall beside her head, causing her to flinch. As their eyes locked, Floyd's brow furrowed in that certain way it did whenever she spoke to or was around another man before he smiled, 

"You had me." He told her. Lilah shook her head. 

"No. I lost you when my father died and then you killed my brother. Who knows, maybe I really do love Jonathan Crane?"

"You're a liar." He finally said, 

"How would you know that?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him. 

"Because I know the way you look at a man when you love him. I also know the way you talk about a man you love. Would you like to know how I know that?" He asked in a condescending tone of voice. Lilah was silent but he spoke anyway, "Because you loved me." 

"You killed my brother." Lilah snapped, "You don't get to decide who I do and do not love." Floyd stepped back, 

"I didn't kill him." He replied lightly, "That boy... Daniel did. But it's okay." Floyd added, "I shot him dead a couple of hours ago." 

"Why?" 

"He killed your brother, Lilah." Floyd replied innocently, causing Lilah to very quickly lose her temper with him. With the same smirk on his face, Floyd leant forward, brushing his lips against her neck softly, his hands moving to either side of her hips, "I did it for you." He whispered, "Didn't you want revenge?" Feeling across at the table to her left, Lilah's hand fell onto an average sized lamp and as Floyd continued to kiss her neck, she slammed it against his head, it's glass shattering across the ground and as expected, Floyd fell to the ground with a rather loud thud, out cold. Pushing herself off of the wall, she stared down at him hatefully, 

"World's greatest assassin my arse." 

A/N: JONATHAN RETURNS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! YAY JONATHAN! Also, first person to comment their favourite line of dialogue or even just favourite part will have the next chapter dedicated to them :P Same goes for every other chapter after this.