AN: yeah, just kinda got down what I thought would be kinda cool.

So here are the results, no editing from me. :P

Only warning: probable OOCness, since I didn't edit any of my raw content.

Opinions???

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There was a soft tap on the frame Bruce Wayne's open bedroom door. "Master Wayne."

"What, Alfred?" Bruce growled, turning over in bed.

"You have a visitor."

"Well, they can wait a few hours."

"They said it was urgent that they see you."

Alfred took a step back when Bruce Wayne all but leapt out of bed, all of a sudden on edge. In fact, Alfred thought, Perhaps if I hadn't been there, he would have gone down in a state of undress.

That thought gave Alfred a light chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, Master Wayne."

"Tell 'em I'll be down in a bit."

With a slight nod, Alfred left the room.

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Dr. Jonathan Crane raked a nervous hand through his hair. He briefly wondered if his demand would be met, or if Bruce Wayne would be too aloof to receive an impromptu visit. Well, he would find out soon enough, since that Alfred fellow was making his way downstairs.

"Well?" he muttered.

"Master Wayne said that he would be down in a few minutes." Alfred made a gesture towards what could be the parlor. "Would you mind the wait?"

Dr. Crane breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed his glasses a bit further up his nose. "Not at all."

"This way, please."

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"Where is—" Bruce asked, finger-combing his hair.

"In the parlor," Alfred serenely replied.

Without further delay, Bruce Wayne made a mad dash down the stairs, and rushed into the parlor.

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Before he knew what the hell was happening, Dr. Crane saw Bruce Wayne rush towards him, and before he could climb out of the wing-backed chair, Bruce Wayne was kissing him. Passionately. On the mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he hissed.

As if that snapped him out of a daze, Bruce Wayne took a few staggered steps back, and made a slightly strangled noise. Then, as if it had never happened, he simply wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt and sat in a different wing-backed chair.

"Are—are you...."

"I'm fine," Bruce Wayne replied, cool as a cucumber. "I was a bit confused about something."

"Or someone," Dr. Crane said with a smirk," Like.... Rachel Dawes?"

"You didn't come to discuss my personal life. So tell me what brings you here already."

Once again pushing his glasses up his nose, Jonathan Crane simply shrugged. "That made me forget what I was so anxious about."

Bruce Wayne's jaw dropped a fraction. "You can't be serious."

"I'm always serious"