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I had my eyes closed as Jonathan closed the case he had just won. I was almost asleep when Jonathan's hand found my face and he told me to open my eyes.

I took a deep breath and did what he asked me.

I opened my eyes onto a horrifying scene. I could see his beautiful face, but his eyes were bleeding profusely, and everything was sheathed in darkness that I could see through. I began to shake and Jonathan but the sunglasses in my hand and helped me up. I put them on and closed my eyes, taking his hand and trusting him to not run me into anything. He pressed his lips to mine briefly, then began walking.

When I could feel the outside air, I opened my eyes, focusing on the ground. We walked to the car, where Jonathan and I climbed into the backseat, where he pulled my shaking body into his arms.

"It's alright, Brook," he said sweetly as the car began to move. "Open your eyes."

I did and I was fine. I kept my vision centered on Jonathan's perfect face. Soon, the blood pouring from his silvery-blue eyes started to fade. With the drug, if you focused long enough, everything went back to normal. After being under the influence of the hallucinogen, you learn these things.

He took my face in his hands again, his eyes taking on that concerned look he gets. "Better?"

I managed a nod. Taking a deep breath, I said to him, "I'm okay for now."

"Brooklyn, I love you," he said. "Don't you forget it."

I smiled. "I won't. I love you too, Jonathan."

He smiled back at me for a second, but then began to frown. "We need to find an inoculum for you."

The smile fell from my face. "I know. I'm getting better. Even a year ago, I-"

"I know, but you're becoming worse as well."

I gave him the 'what?' look. He sighed. "When you sleep, do you dream?"

I shrugged. "Not that I remember. Why?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger the way he did when he was frustrated or upset. "You have... attacks. When you sleep, your fear and that drug cross over to your dreams." He opened his eyes and stared straight at me. "You look like your in pain. You writhe and scream and then it will be over just as soon as it began."

Not thinking, I looked down from his face. His lap was obscured with snakes with poison dripping from their mouths like tar. I yelped and jumped back from him, hitting the car door.

It was strange, knowing what was causing me to see these horrific, terrifying things, but not being able to stop myself from screaming and shaking in fear.

One of the snakes leaped up at me, and I began to scream when Jonathan's hand covered my mouth. I closed my eyes, not able to look up at him. I knew Jonathan was the one that had done this to me, but I was still irrevocably in love with him. I was even before he gave me this poison, this curse, that made me jumpy and forever frightened of everything but his voice. As long as I couldn't see, everything was fine.

"Brooklyn," He said, his voice terrifying in my ears. This has never bothered me, unless coupled with the images. "I'm working to find this." He pulled me into his arms, smoothing my hair, running his fingers through and through until the car stopped.

He handed me the sunglasses and I opened my eyes to get out of the car. One mand was standing on the street in the late afternoon, and I wasn't sure if he was waiting for us or not. I closed my eyes as soon as my feet were on, not waiting to see the outcome.

"Mr. Wayne," Jonathan said, stopping our walk. The man was the famous Bruce Wayne, eh? "Can I help you?"

"No, Dr. Crane," he replied simply, "I'm actually waiting for someone."

I could hear the smile of Jonathan's lips. "Of course, of course. Have a good evening, Mr. Wayne." I dared a look at Bruce... and quickly regretted it. I snapped my eyes shut, trying to shut out what I had seen. His face had been black, pure black, with that tar-like substance flowing from his mouth and eyes.

Jonathan led me upstairs, using the elevator, to our penthouse.