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Author's notes:
Another chapter to my Stitches and Ragady compilation.
This is told from his perspective, but please note that it's just to get the basic idea down, and this is only the very first draft, so it won't be very good.

Very soon now I'll start re-vising and re-working my written pieces, and I'll be able to turn them all into something really worth reading. In the mean time, any constructive criticism or feedback you can give me is much appreciated! n_n
You know, stuff like what works in a story way and what doesn't, where I should put more detail or if i should focus on something a bit more. Anything helps.


((A note, that the conversation is translated from German.))


STORY:

"Hello, my brother." Her voice speaks to me from the darkness, drifts across my skin, but I don't turn to look at her. I wait for her to step out of the darkness, and I can feel the mad smile cross my lips. I lean against the closest lab table, and work to repress my grin as I speak to her.
"You came, my sister…" My voice is darker than I would like, it holds that sinister air, but I can't keep it back, not today. She must sense something is wrong, because I can hear her take a step forward. I stop her cold with my next choice of words.
"I spoke to Webb recently, I brought to her an idea of mine." I turn only my head, glancing at her face for a reaction. She knows the name all too well.
"Webb? What would you possibly want with her?" she asks, and I catch a hint of curiosity in her cold eyes, as well as worry. Tiny, miniscule, but it is there. My smile grows.
"It's quite remarkable really. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner, it works out perfectly. I presented to her my idea, and she said to me, she said:
"Stitches, that is positively sinister, positively cruel. I'll do it, you have my support." And of course, you can't imagine how pleased I am to have her support of all things." I turn my full form to her then, crossing my arms over my chest with my mad grin, and I think she is beginning to grasp how serious I am at last.
"Stitches…what did you do?" her eyes widen, and she takes a step back, but I take a larger step forward to close the distance.


I reach out to her, and part a stray strand of hair from her face. I know my mad smile is still in place, and I can hear the madness in my voice when I speak, but I don't care.
"She is keeping an eye on him now, that Scarecrow. She agrees with me, you see. You spend too much time away from your family, away from where you belong. So, she has agreed that you should stay here, with me. Because if you don't, I'm sure you're well aware of her abilities. All it would take is the snap of her fingers, and that human dressed as a Scarecrow…will be dead." I whisper the last to her, and I think it takes a full minute of silence for her to truly register what I have told her. She takes a step back, turning wide disbelieving eyes to me, almost as if begging me to be lying, but my twisted smile answers that question for her.
"You…you can't mean it…" she shook her head, but my smile only grew.
"But…why? Why would you do that?" If I didn't know any better, I would almost say she could cry. But I do know better, and that fact in itself drives me forward, so that in the next moment I have her slender throat in my hands, and her back against a wall.
"WHY? You ask me WHY?" I hiss the words in her ear as she struggles for breath, "Because THIS, is all you understand, isn't it?" I tighten my grip, and her eyes flutter shut. I lean in closer.
"I gave my life to bring you back, and now all you understand is fear, isn't it?" She squeezes her eyes shut, so I demand again,
"ISN'T IT?" She gives a shudder, and all but moans the admittance,
"Yes…"

I push away from her so fast I knock into the table, but she's already staring after me the question, 'What happened to the fear?' It takes her a moment for her eyes to clear, takes a moment for her to realize who she is looking that question to. Our eyes meet in that moment, and we both understand. She looks away first in shame as she slides down the wall. I look away in disgust with myself, because in the end this is my fault. I wanted to bring her back, and I didn't care how or what the results would be. And here she is. My crippled little sister, addicted to fear, unable to give or enjoy anything else. The madness bubbles up, and says that perhaps it would have been best, if we were both dead, and for a moment, I can see it so clearly. Her form torn apart once more, organs spilling from an open gut, glistening and naked to the world, with my blood soaked form by her side picking through the remaining pieces. I can see it so clearly…so clearly…so clearly…

I cover my face with my hands, hiding the vision from myself, pushing it away. It's my fault. I peak through my hands to see her sitting there so pitiful, staring away in to the darkness, her face so cold…always so cold…and it's because of me. Because I made a deal with this creature of shadows, gave humanity to be returned something inhuman.
"We are damned creatures…this is clear…" my voice is calmer than I would have thought possible,
"But we are damned together." I move forward, and kneel in front of her, my face as deceptively calm as hers always is. I reach to turn her head to face me, but she won't meet my eyes, still staring off at nothing to the side.
"We are damned together." Her face still gives me nothing, even as I search it, it shows nothing. Her eyes are as empty as when she was dead. Sometimes I wonder if she were ever truly brought back to life at all, or if this was simply her body animated, soulless. I suppose I will never know. I let go of her, allow her to readjust herself, but she has gone as limp as the namesake she once had, as limp as a ragdoll.
"Lifeless….you're always…so…lifeless…" I stand and back away from her, holding back my tears, replacing them with rage.
"Just remember. You leave, and your "master Scarecrow" dies." I remind her one last time, and turn to leave her to the shadows. I have it now, the one thing that will keep her by me. The very one who took her from me, will bind her to my side…