A secret relationship between a hero and a villain? How cliché. But somehow, you found yourself in exactly that situation. And with Jonathan Crane, of all people. Damn it. × The battle was over, and victory hung heavy in the cold night air.

Even though Batman had his golden rule of not killing, and everyone in the BatFam stuck to it, this was an accident. Accidents happen, right? At least he won't be terrorizing the city anymore.

Dick stood over the lifeless body of Scarecrow, catching his breath, a faint, almost relieved smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The fight had been brutal, but they’d won. Gotham was safe; at least for tonight.

"We did it." he said, turning towards you, his voice carrying a note of triumph.

"Bruce won't be happy, but Scarecrow is not going to hurt anyone else ever again. That was… intense, but hey, we made it out."

He ran a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, finally noticing that you weren’t reacting the way he expected. You weren’t smiling, weren’t celebrating. Instead, you stood frozen, your eyes locked on the motionless body at Dick’s feet.

His brows furrowed slightly as he took a step closer. "Hey… you okay? We won. It’s over."

The smile faltered on his face as he noticed the way your shoulders were trembling, the way your gaze wouldn’t meet his. Something was wrong.