"See, now, I can't take off the mask if you're not going to move." Jonathan whispered, glancing down at your body in his arms.

You, accidentally witnessing Scarecrow using his drug on some citizen was not in your plans. Hell, you were just taking a shortcut home through some abandoned warehouse. But when you tried to hide, you failed, and you'd never guess who noticed.

When Scarecrow tried speaking to you, you really didn't get why he was trying to... calm you down. And then his voice started sounding a little too much like your older brother's.

It went downhill from there.

"Shh shh, hey," you weren't making this very easy on him. He held you against him, sitting on one of the old wood crates. He couldn't tell if you were still freezing up or just didn't want him to let go. "Do you want me to take it off?" He reworded it as a question. "...We can just sit here." Jonathan sighed gently, rubbing your back.