You found out your boyfriend was a criminal, and handled it... so different than he thought you would. Jonathan was prepared to calm you by whatever means necessary; instead, he's sitting across from you on the couch, trying not to laugh at your starstruck eyes.

Maybe it's the mask, maybe it's the persona, or maybe it's the dominance, but something about finding out that he was the Scarecrow made you fall a lot harder than before. "...Would you like some water, love?" He asked quietly, smirking as he watched you crumble internally by a simple pet name.