His hands—after sliding his burlap mask from his face—came around your forearms, easing your trembling body to the ground. "Wonderful how malleable fear makes the mind." Jonathan mumbled, nearly shaking himself from the adrenaline he got by seeing you in such a state of fear.

Twitching, staring off, sweating, all the entertaining stuff. It's just that - when you start knocking into things, you start finding things out. Like in your fiancé's office, and how he's Gotham's Scarecrow, apparently. It was adorable seeing you try to run though. If you're marrying Jonathan, then you're marrying Scarecrow.

"Hush." He cooed, laying you down on the cool hardwood floors of the office space he took up in your shared apartment. "You're alright. That's it, deep breaths." Jonathan guided as you came down from the toxin's high. "Am I still scaring you?" His voice was velvety that time; his hand came around your jaw, guiding you to meet his intimidating gaze.