AN: Okay, here's chapter two. I will try and get them going up as soon as possible. I don't want to get them all in at once just so the new people have something to look forward to. Just so that my old followers know, I haven't gotten any further with this story than I did when I first took it down, so, it's still going to be slow going. But I will try, try, to get more typed up so that I can get this story going. Also to those of you that have asked, I will be putting up ALL my previous stories. I am going through them to make sure spelling and grammar and things like that make sense. Also, I haven't seen or gotten many reviews or follows from previous readers. So, if you are reading this again, please let me know! I would love to see some of my old followers again.

WARNINGS: This story is not meant to offend anyone, but it does contain rape, abuse, torture, and other things that people might find offensive. I know there has been a huge thing going on with "graphic" scenes in people stories and them getting deleted, but I put mine back on the site because I have seen much more "graphic" stories than mine out there. So, if you have a problem, then please just exit out of the story. I do not mind feedback, but please do not "yell" and "shout" at me, because I am warning you of the nature of this story and if FFN was like other sites, they would put an age restriction on certain things to keep others from reading.

Thanks to reviewers: takara410, darkdeadmau5, PrivateEye4u, PlaguingYou'reDreams, Wolvie, smokey-eyd amazon warrior, xtaintedlove, and

takara410 - I recognize that name! Glad to see that you found me again and are following along! Look forward to hearing from you in the future.

smokey-eyd amazon warrior - Well, I am just going to say that you do not have to worry about it being the Joker... Though, I will warn you that sensitive nature dealing with him raping a girl will come up. You see, this story is a side one to what was my major story at the time, Love Denied. Love Denied featured a Joker that raped and kidnapped a woman, he also had quite an abusive streak in it. So, I just wanted to warn you before you got to into the story, that eventually, Afraid to Love will connect with Loved Denied. I do not know for how long, but when Afraid to Love does catch up to Love Denied, Joker will not be the same that he was from the beginning, so you will only probably here mentions of what he "use" to be like and how he was slowly turning himself around. I hope that makes sense and did not confuse you...

- Was so happy to see you again! Yes, I will be returning all my stories to the site, so just keep checking in once in awhile, I hope to have them all up and running soon. I know this site is easier to follow, that's why I've returned and if my stories get deleted, so be it. I know what you mean about needing you dose of Crane. I was trying to find something to get my muse back to continuing this story and unfortnately, Crane fanfics that I have found have left much to desire... So, I am not happy about what I could find. So, I thought you guys deserved to have this one back! Look forward to hearing more from you!

Chapter 2: Meeting

He was still leaning up against the wall a half a hour later, thoughts swirling in his head about the turn of events that was happening to him. To think, he was going to bring a woman to his home, his sanctuary. There are only two people he would trusted in his home, himself and the Joker. No wonder the Joker found his situation funny.

He was now going to bring this woman there. How was he going to accomplish that? He needed to know when she was going to be discharged. He removed his glasses to rub the sleep from his eyes; he knew that it was getting late.

"Dr. Crane?"

He turned to see an older nurse standing beside him about to enter the woman's room.

"You are not evaluating Miss Napier?"

"She is finishing up her police report with the officer," he stated, turning away from her before he turned back to her, knowing that she would be able to give him the information he needed. "How long is she expected to remain here?"

"Dr. Gregor said that she would be leaving tomorrow night."

Jonathan's light blue eyes widened as he replaced his glasses.

"So soon? I was expecting that she would be kept here at least a couple days."

"Well, the injuries she obtained were similar to past ones, so there's nothing we can really do except bond her ribs and give her some pain killers."

Jonathan's eyes blazed in anger as he clenched his fists, thinking about the bastard that's been beating on the woman.

"How many times has she been here?"

"I believe this is the sixth time in the last year, I believe the abuse started a couple years ago. Now, if you would excuse me, I need to see to my patient," the nurse said, ignoring the glare from the doctor as she walked in a closed the door.

The nerve of that woman dismissing him! He was the doctor here and they asked for his help, the nerve. Jonathan growled in annoyance before he took out his phone and dialed Jack's number once again.

"Joker, change of plans," he started, the annoyance clear in his tone. "I need everything completed by tomorrow afternoon… Don't give me that, I know you can do it… I want cameras installed in the basement room, the large one. I also want a television in one of the small rooms hooked up to the record the events the camera captures; I prefer a room away from the large basement room. Also, can you hook something up to a small television set or something of the sort so that I can keep an eye on her while I'm at work?"

Crane sighed as he removed the phone from his ear as laughter erupted on the other end. It was a few minutes before the crackling on the other line toned down enough for him to put the cell phone back up against his ear.

"I'm glad you're finding this amusing," he said dryly as the man on the other end started talking about how he never expected Crane to be possessive of another woman and how he found it hilarious that Crane wanted to keep an eye on his "prize" constantly. "Can you do it? Good, I will need that van tomorrow night with one of your get away drivers as well."

Jonathan barely had enough time to finish up his talk and snap his phone close as the nurse and the police officer taking the young woman's statement exited the room, closing his note pad with a sigh.

"I'm sorry it took so long doctor, you may go in now."

Jonathan nodded while straightening out his suit and walking into the room, closing the door behind him. The woman was staring at him with wide eyes, her gaze flickering between him and the door behind him. He slowly walked forward, walking to the other side of the room to place his briefcase down, feeling her gaze following him. She looked at him like he was a predator and she was prey. Which was actually true, but she didn't know what he had planned for her.

"Miss Napier, I am not here to hurt you," he said quietly, making sure not to scare her as he came forward, his hands outstretched to show that he meant no harm, and sat down in the chair beside her bedside with his legs crossed.

"You're a man, that's what they do," she whispered, her eyes still darting to the door every now and then.

"Have you been hurt from a lot of men?" He questioned, upset that she would judge him for mistakes others have made against her, that she would believe because one man hurt her that he would abuse and hurt her.

Though, if he thought about it, to anyone but her he would be abusive in some points. He abused his power at his asylum, taking advantage of the weak and preying on them. He mentally abused his patients and staff. He could even say he abused his patient to physical lengths, since his fear toxin makes them react in a bad way and most end up hurting themselves.

"My father and a previous boyfriend last year," she whispered, pulling Crane from his thoughts as she answered his question.

"Boyfriend? You've had relationships?" He asked, jealously coursing through his body as he thought of another touching her.

"Just the one," she replied, tucking stray blonde hair behind her ear. "He got really mad and yelled at me when I wouldn't let him kiss me. I didn't want that yet, so he hit me then broke up with me. Father wouldn't let me be around any other boys after that."

Crane's brow creased in confusion. Boys?

"How old are you, Miss Napier?"

"Sixteen."

His eyes widened and he looked away from the woman for a moment. Sixteen? She looked older than that, around nineteen, twenty. But it did make sense; the nurse had mentioned that Miss Napier was legally separated from her father. That meant that she had to be underage, he didn't know why he hadn't caught on to that before. He sat up straight thinking that her age didn't matter, not to him.

"Miss Napier, did your father sexually abuse you?"

He watched as the young woman started to blush and then shake her head.

"No," she whispered quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear her answer.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, his gaze intent on her face. The reactions, the lack of eye contact, showed to him that she may not be telling him the truth.

"I believe you are not telling me-."

"Please, I don't want to talk about it," she hurriedly said, turning her face away from the doctor and missing his annoyed look as she interrupted him.

He stared at her for several moments concluding that she must have suffered from some type of sexual abuse, some kind of sexual trauma. He was going to have to be patient with her and go slowly, something he was not use to.

"When did the abuse start?"

"A couple years ago," she whispered, still looking anywhere but at him.

Jonathan sighed, pushing the frames of his glasses back as he leaned back in his chair.

"Miss Napier, Lana, look at me," he ordered, using the voice his usually uses to show that he is in charge.

Her gaze immediately snapped up to look at him. When he saw her frightened eyes, he almost wished that he hadn't ordered her to look upon him.

"I will not hurt you," he quietly tried reassuring her. "If I do anything to frighten you, you can call out for your nurse. She is waiting right outside this door. I am only here to help you."

Lana hesitantly nodded, not quite believing his words. She had no reason to trust this man, none what so ever. So how could she believe that he wouldn't hurt her? Crane saw that she wasn't totally convinced and knew that he would have to work on getting her to trust him when she comes to be in his care. But right now, he wanted to know more about why she had started to be abused by her father.

"Why did your abuse start a couple years ago? Have you always lived with him?"

"My mother left him when I was a little girl, I don't exactly remember when. My, my cousin came to live with us when I was ten and shortly after that, the abuse started," she whispered and out of habit she looked away from him.

Jonathan sighed, taking a deep breath as he tried to control his temper. He had to remind himself that she suffered from physical abuse and that she would act this way with him for some time until she learned to trust him and know that he wouldn't hurt her.

"You mentioned that the abuse started shortly after your cousin came to live with you, but you said that your father didn't start abusing you until two years ago."

"Abusing me," she said, pointing to herself. "Back then, Jack would shelter me from any of the abuse, he protected me."

"And this Jack is your cousin?" He asked, continuing on with his questions when she confirmed that he was. "What happened to this cousin of yours?"

Lana shrugged, because she really didn't know the story of why her cousin left, though she could imagine why.

"He left, he had no obligation to stay, and he was free to go. I think he was twenty then, so he'd be twenty-two, twenty-three now. He stayed to watch over me."

"Then one day he just left?" Jonathan asked, not understanding why a man would invest taking care of a young girl for years and then just leave for no reason.

"I got a couple letters to him shortly afterwards. He said he was going to come back soon and take me away from my dad, but I told him that I was moving to Los Angeles to be with my mother. The last letter I got from him was shortly after that, saying that he was glad that he didn't have to worry about my dad doing anything to me."

"You lied to him?"

"Well, he sounded so guilty about leaving me, that I didn't want him to blame himself," she whispered, turning her beautiful green eyes upon him as a slow stream of tears trailed down her cheeks. "I didn't want him to get in trouble for coming to get me, it would have been considered kidnapping and Jack had no proof that my dad was abusive, he would have been put in jail. I couldn't let that happen, Jack was like a brother to me, we were extremely close."

Jonathan stared at Lana for several moments, having to hold himself back as he wanted to go to her and comfort her. What was it about this woman that drew him in? Was it just her beauty? He's seen plenty of beautiful women, but he never changed who he was in front of them. He knew that he was their superior and he took advantage of that fact with other women. But with Lana Napier, he didn't feel like he had to be arrogant around her. He didn't feel like acting around her.

He knows that he is arrogant and egotistical, but he didn't want to show that to her. He already knew how he would act around her; possessive and controlling, he wanted to control her. He wanted to watch her every move, dictate everything she could and couldn't do. He wants to possess her, make her realize that he was the one in charge and that he would also protect her from any harm. The first thing he was going to do to ensure her safety was to kill her damn father.