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Crane knew something was wrong when Jervis never checked in with him after breaking out of Arkham, checking his phone every two minutes before one of his henchmen told him to turn on the news. People were screaming as none other than Jervis Tetch staggered down the street, a large axe in hand as he grinned crazily. His Arkham uniform was torn and dirty with some blood splattered across his face, sky-blue eyes dilated with drugs running through his body. Crane didn’t bother with his uniform as he dashed out into the night, hoping Batman didn’t beat him to Jervis as he quickly found the male.

“Jervis! What are you doing?!” He called, people running into nearby buildings to leave the two alone on the street as rain started to fall. “Please, put down the axe and let’s go home…”

“The Queen has ordered me to cut off their heads.” Jervis looked him over before grinning with a homicidal gleam in his eye. “Cut off his head!” Jon began to back away as Jervis swung the axe, narrowly missing a serious cut to his chest. With each swing Jervis backed Jon into an alley, cutting off his escape route with a grin.

“Jervis please don’t do this, it’s me!” Jon held out his hands as his back hit the brick wall behind him, brilliant blue eyes staring into Jervis’s as the blonde raised the axe behind his head. “Jervis put the axe down, the Queen is wrong. Please come back to me.” The Brit stared at him before swinging with all his might, the taller male flinching and crossing his arms over his head. When he felt no pain Jon opened his eyes, the axe right beside him embedded into the wall. Jervis was on his knees, tears hidden by the rain as he hugged himself tightly, flinching slightly when Jon kneeled down beside him. Batman watched from the rooftops above, frown on his face as he watched Jon carry the blonde off into the night. He looked into the direction of Arkham Asylum and started off, as the warden had too much to answer for with this latest incident. Holding Jervis like he was made of glass Jon rushed back to his lair, taking the man to the bathroom and turning on the hot water of the shower. Tetch seemed to come back to some sort of awareness, putting up a weak fuss as Jonathan gently undressed him and took in his wounds which consisted of what looked like several whiplashes across his back and chest. He could already feel the anger boiling in his heart, but pushed it away as for now Jervis needed him more than the corpses of whoever had hurt him. Jervis relaxed once he was placed in the hot stream of water, sighing as Jon quickly washed him then gave the other a towel to dry off. He returned with some sweats after Jervis had finished, watching as the Brit put on the slightly too long clothes before looking up at Crane with an expression that made his heart clench. Jervis looked like a child who had been completely broken, a look the Georgian knew all too well from his own personal experience.

“It’s alright Jervis, you’re safe here I promise.” He cooed softly, gently taking the shorter males hand to lead him to the bedroom. “The Queen can’t reach you here.” Jervis shook slightly as he sat down on the bed, his grip never loosening on Jon’s hand as the taller sat next to him. He sat still as Jon tended to his wounds, staring ahead in silence until Jon finished, throwing away soiled bandages.

“I almost hurt you…” Jervis murmured softly, Jon looking over as the Brit looked down at his hands. “I-I couldn’t stop myself, the Queen was so insistent…”

“I know, and I don’t blame you. Just get some rest, you’ll feel better in the morning.” Jervis lay down and closed his eyes, asleep before Jon could cover him with the blankets. When he woke Crane was typing away on his laptop beside him, the blonde smiling softly as he sat up. “Good morning.”

“Good morning dear.” Jon set his laptop aside and opened his arms, Jervis hugging himself close with a soft sigh. They just sat like that for a few minutes in a peaceful silence, the blonde soothed by Jon’s steady but slightly irregular heartbeat. By that evening they had left Gotham for Jervis’s home in England, not only so the Brit could recover but so they could get some proper and much needed alone time.