"It's no good, Mr Crane, sir." Whispered Rebecca Newman shaking her head as she walked from the room in which a deranged man sat. "He's still jabbering on about some 'scarecrow'. I don't think we'll be able to treat him, sir."

Jonathan Crane's head shot up. "Still?"

"Yes, sir. I believe that he'll never recover."

"Such a shame. I thought he could've had a new chance at life at last" Jonathon lowered his head back to his notes and began scribbling once more.

"If you don't mind me saying, sir; would you like me to arrange a cell for him?" Rebecca stared down at the back of his head, admiring the light curls that were tangled around his hand.

"Yes, I think that would be best" Jonathan turned around and gave Rebecca a reassuring smile.

"Very well, sir, I will get right to it" she swept a lock of long, brown hair behind her ear and turned to the door of his office.

"Oh, Rebecca!" shouted Jonathan before she opened the door.

"Yes, Mr Crane, sir?"

"Thank you for all of your help, you're the best assistant I could ask for." He smiled to her again, but this time it wasn't of reassurance, it was a look of pure warmth and gratitude.

"Oh, sir, I must be the one to thank you for allowing me this job!" Rebecca could feel her face start to warm and she could tell that her cheeks were growing a fresh pink colour. "I, uh, I must go, Mr Crane, sir, I have some things to be doing, but thank you, I, uh.." she flushed wildly and grabbed the door handle and almost threw herself out the door.

Jonathan Crane turned back around on his swivel chair and ran his hand through his hair. He huffed loudly from exhaustion and then began scrawling more notes.

Rebecca shut the door softly and whirled round to peer through the tiny window in Jonathan's office. He had started writing down more notes again which made Rebecca sigh in relief; it meant he hadn't noticed, or didn't want to mention, that Rebecca had most definitely embarrassed herself. She felt weak at the knees and her breath had been completely taken away. It was obvious now that she had fallen in love with her boss, Jonathan Crane.

She straightened herself up and walked over to her desk which was overflowing with paper-work. She sighed, knowing it would be another long night at the office and it was already eight-o'clock in the evening, but it was worth it as she would be spending an extra few hours with Jonathan. Rebecca smiled to herself because she always called him Jonathan when she was alone, like she knew him personally, but she didn't, and he was her boss so she couldn't afford to think like that. Although, her mind did often wonder what lay behind those bright blue eyes.

Rebecca used her pager to send a note to the main offices to come and collect the crazed man to send him to his new home in Arkham Asylum.

She sat down at her desk and almost squealed when the very first folder she saw was labelled 'The Joker' in huge red letters. Rebecca's worse fear was The Joker and his followers, mainly because, when she was 16-years-old, she and her parents were in a car crash caused by The Joker and his getaway van. She composed herself and opened the folder to see a still, make-up covered face laughing up at her, in chains and shackles. Rebecca grabbed all of her hair and used the hair tie on her wrist to tie her hair in a high pony-tail, then grabbed a pair of simple, rectangle shaped, black-rimmed glasses and started her work; reading and sorting, writing and filing.

Around 10 minutes later, two men with large muscles walked into the room where the strange man had been contained, then they came out again but this time carrying a plump figure with a sack over his head and his hands and feet tied with thick rope.

"The scarecrow! You've got to help... He'll get me... You're not safe... He will... Kill... Die... Burn... Everyone is in danger..." Rebecca grimaced to hear the pained muffled voice from beneath the sack. She hoped that Jonathan would be able to cure him, for her sake if not anyone else's.

Rebecca stood up and walked over to Jonathan's office door and opened it a few centimeters to peek her head round.

"Er, Mr Crane, sir? The Mr Smith has been taken to his cell now, just thought I'd let you know" she stood there in silence waiting for his acknowledgement. "Sir?" she slowly stepped over to his desk but jumped when his head suddenly dropped onto his desk. His loud snoring gave relief to Rebecca to know he was just asleep. She quietly shuffled over to him and stared down at his peaceful face. She knelt down next to him and leant her arms on his desk. Before she could stop herself, Rebecca lifted up her hand and brushed a piece of hair from Jonathon's face and started to carefully stroke his cheek. He must have enjoyed her soft touch in his sleep because his breath started to slow and even out and his mouth opened slightly so he was drooling on his desk. Rebecca had to stifle a laugh as he was mumbling sweet nothings about his work life.

"Damn asylum... Batman's help... Rebecca..."

Rebecca snapped up at the sound of her name. She was listening intently to his small murmurs now, trying to get an idea of what he was dreaming about. She started rubbing his cheek again, ever so softly, urging him to say more.

"I'm, here Jonathan, what's wrong?" she whispered, trying to get more clues from his mutters. "Jonathan, it's Rebecca, I'm here."

"Reb...ecc...a..." he mumbled again.

"Yes, I'm here, Jonathan" her whispers were louder this time, wanting to learn more of his mind.

"I..."

RING RING! RING RING!

Rebecca jumped up, dropping a pot of pens on the floor and Jonathan woke with a start shaking his head trying to remember where he is.

Jonathan snatched up the receiver on his phone, "Dr Jonathan Crane speaking. Yes... Yeah... Oh, no-no... Hm I see... Okay... Right... Okay, thanks for the call." he placed the receiver back down and looked down at Rebecca. She was bending over, picking up the pot of pens she had knocked over.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir! I was just about to, er, wake you, sir! Please forgive me, Mr Crane, sir! I am so very sorry, sir..." Jonathan let Rebecca's panicked voice trail away as he watched her pick up all the pens, her bottom sticking out just enough to see her firm backside beneath her plain black pencil skirt. Her black tights were starting to ladder behind her thighs and she was wearing black high heels, at least 2 inches high. Her plain white blouse had become untucked from the back of her skirt and was now falling out of the front and sides of her skirt.

To Jonathan's disappointment, Rebecca stood up quite quickly and placed the pot of pens on his desk.

"... I really didn't mean to knock this off, I'm so clumsy! Please don't be upset, sir! I'll make it up to you, I promise, sir!" Jonathan had suddenly come back to reality.

"Rebecca, calm down, it's only a pot of pens." He said, calmly, hiding a chuckle with a fake cough.

"Right, yes, well, I should really be getting back to work, sir. I'll leave you to, uh, what you are doing, uh, good-bye, sir." She tightened her pony-tail and sped to the door until Jonathan's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Actually, Rebecca, I was hoping you would join me for coffee, since we will both probably be here a while."

"Coffee, sir?" she stammered.

"Yes, you know, coffee. People can have it with milk, or black, and maybe even sugar too!" He sniggered at her puzzled look.

"Oh, yes, uh, okay, sir. I'd love to go and have coffee... with you. Yes, that would be nice." The corners of Rebecca's lips curved slightly when she looked up and saw him shining that devilish smile at her.

"Excellent, I'll just organize my notes and we'll go" Jonathan swiveled on his chair and began shuffling his notes into loose piles and clipping them with green and purple paper clips.

Rebecca smiled to herself, knowing that purple was her favourite colour and she had always hoped that these paper clips were somehow for her benefit. "Yes, I think I'll do the same, sir" she called before gliding over to her desk.

Snatching a compact mirror from her top desk drawer, Rebecca leaned it against some folders and began tidying up her hair and wrapped it into a bun but leaving a few stray hairs to fall which delicately framed her face. She quickly added more mascara and put on some lip gloss with a slight purple hint to it; it was her favourite one and only used it for special occasions, this moment being one of them, she thought.

She barely had time to stuff her make-up back into her drawer when Jonathan opened his office door and stepped out, looking more handsome than ever. He must have used his hand to comb his hair back because it was pushed back, revealing his face and, more importantly, his curious blue eyes. He had pulled down his tie slightly so he could undo the top button of his crisp white shirt, showing the very top of his collarbone, and he was just pulling his blazer over his shoulders. He pushed his small rectangle glasses up his nose and then smiled at Rebecca.

"Ready?" He beamed and holding out his arm, jokingly.

"Ready," Rebecca replied and took his arm as jokingly as she could but her heart was beginning to quicken.