-Becky-

"This court is now in session, Michael Peirce, please state your testimonies and the charge you wish to sentence to Dr. Crane." Judge McCain asks as he took down notes on the current case.

"Your honor, we the prosecution team wish to sentence Dr. Jonathan Crane to Blackgate for life for his crimes." Michael harshly states.

Following after Michael's statement, I hear a slight chuckle come from Dr. Crane at the defense table. I shift my eyes to glare at him again as he shook his head in amusement. It was almost like as if he thought that such a charge for what he has done was outrageous. With a small sigh, I shake my head and return my focus to the trial. 

"Alright, proceed with your testimony." Judge McCain sighs. "Thank you, your honor." Michael replies before turning his attention to the jury. 

"Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, today we will be charging Dr. Jonathan Crane with mass murder, breaking and entering, the act of terrorism and assault on Ben Ramsey, Parker Braxton, and Becky Albright. Today, we will prove to you beyond a reasonable doubt, that Dr. Jonathan Crane is the Scarecrow and has been the one behind the biochemical attacks of both Greenvale and Metaline Falls. To prove this, we will be calling to the stand one witness." Michael states before continuing.

We will be calling up, Becky Albright, a citizen of Greenvale who was attacked by the Scarecrow, a friend to both Ben Ramsey and Parker Braxton, and a student at Gotham Universty who has both met and known of Dr. Crane.

Again, today we will prove to you, beyond a reasonable doubt, that Dr. Jonathan Crane is guilty. Thank you." Michael lightly smiles before walking back over to Gordon and I to sit down. "Alrighty then, Stephan Merlier, your testimony?" Judge McCain asks as he looked up from his glasses.

We all turn our attention over to the defense team, as Jonathan's lawyer stands up, clears his throat, and approaches the jury. It would seem that he was nervous. "I wonder why?" I thought sarcastically.     

"Your honor, we the defense team ask for the insanity plea." Stephan states. I feel my eyes widen in disbelief and my mouth drop open. "The insanity plea?! That just ruins the whole purpose of this trial!" I thought with rage. "We would also like to ask for Dr. Crane to be rehabilitated at Arkham Asylum until he is deemed sane for a future trial." 

Outraged at Jonathan's lawyer, I snap and quickly stand to my feet in protest, "You can't have him rehabilitated at his own hospital! That's a conflict of interest!" "Ms. Albright, please c-" "No! I will not calm down!" I yell before pointing at Crane who was grinning, he obviously found my outburst entertaining. "This man is perfectly sane and had the perfect motive to hurt me after we both got into an argument that same day! And even if he is-" "Ms. Albright!" Judge McCain yells. 

I tense up at the roar of his voice and instantly shut up. "Shit." I thought as the judge glared down at me. I was so in trouble. "Ms. Albright, from what I can remember, you don't have the floor nor are you a lawyer, you are a witness and a guest in my court room. So if you would please, sit down and shut up before I have you escorted out of here!" Judge McCain roars.

-Jonathan Crane-

In shock and defeat, Becky just stands there wide eyed after the Judge had yelled at her. By the looks of it, I'd say that this was obviously not going as planned for her. Then again, this wasn't going as planned for me either. I really didn't want to use the insanity card to be honest, but after Becky showed up, I either had to use it or be locked up in Blackgate for life. Which is the exact opposite of what I wanted. What I wanted, was an easy way out of this mess. Not only to continue my research, but to get my revenge on that witch Becky. Which, luckily for me, this insanity plea will fix that for me. Especially if I get locked up in my own asylum. Then, it will make my job a hell lot more easier.

Seeing Becky moving in the corner of my eye, I shake off my thoughts and quickly alternate my attention back to her. She had slightly tit her head to the floor in shame, while I was looking away. Her red hair fell in front of her face to shield her distressed look from everyone else, but not me. I watch in curiosity as a single tear rolled down her right cheek, she just looked so vulnerable and hopeless. The sight not only brings a delightful, devious smile to my face, but a yearning to find out more about her and what else I could do to make her this submissive and vulnerable. "Y-yes, your honor. I'm sorry." Becky stutters as she sat back down. 

I close my eyes and rub my temple at the sound of her stutter. It reminded me so much of my own when I was younger, and how I got the stutter in the first place. My father's experiments. 

At the thought of my father, memories of the experiments he preformed on me come rushing back at full force. I let out a heavy sigh of frustration and pain at these images, resurfacing childhood memories were the last thing I wanted to be reminded of at this moment, especially in the presence of others. Shaking off my flashbacks, I open my eyes back up as Stephan returned to his speech, but I wasn't focusing on him or his words. No, my focus was back on Becky.

She had stopped crying and was currently rubbing her temple in frustration and stress as my lawyer continued to talk. No doubt the frustration was probably caused by the way this trial was going and the stress; Well from my observations, I'd say that it was from her recovery process, due to my recent assault on her. Which I definitely, didn't regret doing. She deserved it. "Dr. Crane, if you could, please stand." The Judge orders.

Hearing my name, I return my focus back to the case and politely nod to the Judge's request as my lawyer returned to stand beside me. I wasn't entirely sure what was discussed between the Judge and my lawyer, but by judging Becky's current expression, I'd say that what I was about to be sentenced with, was going to be minor compared to what the prosecution team wanted. Hopefully, at least. 

"Ahem," The Judge says before clearing his throat, he was about to read off my sentencing. "Dr. Jonathan Crane, by the state of New York and Gotham city, I deem you unfit for trial, and sentence you to one year in Arkham Asylum until you are deemed sane to face a future trial over your crimes against the citizens of Greenvale and Metaline Falls. Case dismissed." Judge McCain states before hitting his gavel two times.  

I smile and cannot help but let out a small chuckle at the Judge's ruling, Stephen actually did it. I don't know how he did it. but somehow he was able to convince the Judge that I was insane! "What an idiot." I chuckle with a smile, "If only he knew, that what he just did, was going to be the biggest mistake of his life. He had basically, just given me the keys to my cell." 

-Becky-

I felt my heart shatter at the Judge's ruling, it just wasn't fair! He was basically letting Crane get away with everything he's done to me and the citizens of Gotham! 

Desperate to find a way to stop this, I turn to Michael and Gordon. "This is ridiculous! Isn't there anything that we can do to stop this?!" I demand. Michael sighs, "Unfortunately no, not at the moment. After the judge gave his sentencing, we won't be able to prosecute him again until he's deemed sane again. I'm sorry Becky, I really wish that there was something that I could do." 

I grunt in frustration and turn in the direction of the defense table to lock eyes with Jonathan. His gaze meets my own and he smiles back at me as the guards approached him. I scowl back in response causing him to chuckle. "What? Did you really expect that you could defeat me?" Crane laughs as the guards released his chains from the table, "Well, I hate to burst your bubble Becky, but that was never going to happen. And it never will." "Shut it Crane, now move it." One of the guards orders as they began to drag him away. Crane lightly chuckles at the rudeness of the guard and locks his menacing blue eyes one more time on mine before being taken out of the courtroom. "I'll see you soon Becky." Crane threatens with a sinister smile before disappearing behind the courtroom's doors.   

I feel a shiver go down my spine from Crane's terrifying words. "What did he mean by 'seeing me soon'?" I thought slightly worried. I sat in silence as I processed his words, while everyone else started to pack up and leave. "Ugh, its probably nothing. He probably just wanted to see one more glimmer of fear in my eyes. That sick man." I growl. Shaking off my thoughts and worries, I start to pack my things up.

"Thank you guys, for trying to help. Really I appreciate it." I politely say to Michael and Gordon, "And I'm terribly sorry about my outburst. I couldn't help it, I just had to say something." "It's alright Becky, and your welcome. It was a pleasure to be a part of this case." Michael smiles. "Yes and thank you for coming, without you here, I bet that it would have been a lot harder for us to pin anything on Crane, or any case, make him confess." Gordon replies. I lightly laugh and smile, "Alright guys, I'll see you later. Thanks again." "Wait Ms. Albright!" Gordon called out. I stop and turn back around. "Yes Commissioner?" I ask concerned, his voice and body language spoke a sense of worry. I wonder what was on his mind. 

"Listen," Gordon starts as he put an arm around my shoulder and begins to lead me out of the courtroom. "I heard what Crane said to you before he left." I remain silent to his words, I could easily tell where this was going. "Are you sure that you don't want an officer or two to patrol the area or at least offer you some protection? It wouldn't hurt to be a little more precautious." Gordon offers as we reach the exit. "Thank you commissioner, but I'll be alright. Crane's words mean nothing to me now, especially since he's going to be locked up in his asylum. Thanks for the concern though, it really means a lot to me that you're concern, but I can take care of myself here on out. I promise" I sightly lie with a smile as I began to leave. "Take care Gordon and tell Barbara I said hi." "Will do Becky, take care." Gordon replies before the doors shut behind me.

Once outside of the court room, I take a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "Man, was that case stressful, but at least now Parker and Scarecrow's victims can rest in peace temporally, knowing that he was paying for his crimes." I thought with a small smile. "Oh well, at least we got him Parker." I silently say aloud with a smile. "Got who?" A familiar voice asks. 

Startled, I look up to meet Oliver's curious, brown eyes. No doubt he had been waiting for me. Hiding my true emotions of worry and disappointment, I smile and walk up to Oliver, "What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be at work?" "Yeah, but Mr. Wayne heard about the incident and offered me a day off to come support you." Oliver smiles as placed a small kiss upon my lips. "Aw, he sounds like a nice man. You're lucky to have a boss like him." I reply. "Yeah he's nice." Oliver shrugs off, "Anyways, how did the case go? I saw Parker's professor get taken away in handcuffs, when I arrived. Did you get the bastard?" "Sorta, he pulled the insanity card on us and he's been sentenced to Arkham until he's fit for trial." I sigh while pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. "I wish that I could've done more to stop him or at least give him a more proper sentence, but his stupid lawyer stopped that from happening anytime soon."

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself Becky, you did a great!" Oliver smiles. "Really? You think so? I was really hoping for him to be sentence for life in Blackgate or at least given the death penalty for what he's done." I ask. "Yes, you did great! As long as you pinned something on that bastard for what he has done to you and your friends, I'm happy." Oliver smiles as he embraced me. I remain silent and hug him back as my mind dwelled on the opposite. I didn't honestly feel like I won this case, more of the opposite, but maybe Oliver was right. Maybe I was just being a little too hard on myself. "Ugh, grief. The shit that it can do to you." I internally sigh.

"So, do you want to go home or do you want to go out and celebrate over your victory? I'm pretty sure I can find Katrina a babysitter for tonight." Oliver offers with an excited smile as we walked out of the building together. "No, it's alright. In fact, I think I just want to be alone for a while." I reply. Oliver is taken aback by my words. "Are you sure? I rather have you with me or at least in a group, especially after." Oliver pauses, he was unsure if he should bring up the past, "You know." I smile to his concern. "It's alright, I'll be okay. I just want to go out and get a drink by myself. To unwind and all. You know?" I reply. Oliver remains silent, as if he was unsure on how to respond. I sigh, "Tell you what, to make you feel more comfortable, I'll go to Lucky's. You know, the bar that's four blocks from our house. And I won't be long I promise." 

Oliver humphs at my offer, I could easily tell that he was not comfortable with this idea. "Alright, as long as you drink responsibly and if anything happens, you call me okay?" I smile, "Of course love, I'm not that stupid." Oliver chuckles and kisses my forehead. "I know Becky, I know. Just, ugh." Oliver sighs in worry, "Be safe. I don't want to see Katrina growing up without her mother." I sigh at his words, "I know Oliver, and trust me, I don't want that either and same goes for you too. Get home safe." "I will, love you Becky." Oliver smiles as he went off to find a taxi. "Love you too!" I call out with a smile as I entered my car. "Now, lets get out of here." I sigh as I pulled out of my parking space, "Hopefully, that will be the last time I'll see that jackass Crane, but for some reason, I can't but feel in my gut that that isn't going to be the case. I hope I'm wrong."

-Jonathan Crane-

As I am being dragged to my cell in the intensive care unit, my mind cannot help, but start to ponder on my plan. I had already done the easy part, which was figuring out my escape plan, but what I haven't done yet, was plan my revenge on Becky. Which was not going to be easy.

If she was smart, she would have gotten a few officers to watch and protect her and maybe even get a patrol to guard her house every night. Which can prove to be a problem, especially if I need to get access to her. It would also be more likely, if she saw my escape on the news, that she would amp up her security to make it almost impossible for me to get at her, but there is another way if she does take such measures. I knew for a fact that she had a lover and child, which would most likely not be protected as much as her. Making them an easy weakness to exploit in her, and maybe in doing so, it may even make her come out of her shell to come face me, just like she did back in her house. These were definitely things I would have to consider, but for now, I needed to get out of here and I knew just exactly how I was going to do so. "I hope you're ready for me Becky, cause I'm about to make your life a living hell." I internally chuckle before pretending to faint in the guards arms.