State Of Fear. (Jonathan Crane Love Story)

Chapter 8

I sit on the cold, damp, concrete outside my apartment, waiting for Jonathan's arrival. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a book called "Before I Go to Sleep." Getting lost between the pages of the book, I hear a car honk and Jonathan whistle at me, rolling my eyes I dogear the page I was on and walk towards Jonathan's car. A black Porshe, with tinted windows. 

"Hey Jonathan.. Thanks for picking me up I didn't think they'd allow me to stay there."

He looked at me with concern, "What happened?" 

"Well Riddler killed my boyfriend." I give him an angry glare "Wonder who told him to do that."

"Okay I told him to rough him up. NEVER did I say kill the bastard. I wanted to do that." He snickered as he started to drive. 

I frown and look out the window "He never had to DIE. Yes, he was an asshole but death was never necessary in this situation." 

 "It was. Well it would of been in the future. Not today necessarily but it would of happened to him." 

"Whatever.." I mutter as I reach for the radio, and flip through the stations until I come across one that plays a song by For All Those Sleeping. But Jonathan's pale hand reaches out and turns it off,

"I'd rather have no music than bad music."

"This isn't bad music. Its kickass music!" I say firmly. But Jonathan just laughs

"Yeah sure." And he gives me an ignorant smile.

Why do I even like him? I ask myself as I look over his feature and in his blue eyes. He is kinda sweet when he wants to be, and cute. I think. Suddenly realizing I must be losing my goddamn mind. 

 "So where the hell do you even live? Seems kinda far away to be commuting to Arkham every single day."

"I live in an apartment in downtown Gotham."

"A shitty apartment?" I ask.

"No, one of the penthouses downtown." He said as if this was no big deal.

"How do you afford all of this stuff? I mean this is a nice car, and a penthouse?" 

He softly laughed "When you have the ability to kill some people who are.. Causing issues with Mafia members. They'll pay you a lot to kill them slowly and painfully." 

"Oh." I mumble as I look out the window, heading into the congested downtown area.

"Was that the answer you were looking for?" He asked sarcastically. "But we'll be at my house in.. Say 5 minutes?" 

Jonathan drove carefully and navigated in and out of the streets, taking back alleys and cutting across lanes. Staring up in awe I admire the beautiful city. As much hate and crime and evil that happens around here, the slights are pretty wonderful. We turned towards a garage entrance that was under a large, white building. Going deeper and deeper into what seemed like catacombs Jonathan found somewhere to park. He smiled at me and said

"Here we are." and got out of the car, quickly I jump out and stand close to Jonathan. The parking lot was kinda dark and very quiet, which honestly scared me. Seeing my discomfort he put his arm around me while we approached some elevators. Going to the Master of Fear for comfort when your scared. For some reason, I feel like that's a terrible idea.  I thought to myself as he pushed a button on the elevator, level 42. 

 As we stood in the white and grey toned elevator Jonathan peered down at me "Did the garage scare you?" he asked. 

"I wasn't scared, I just.. Didn't want to be in there."