Jonathan woke with a start and loud hiss. His whole body felt like it had beaten senseless. His mind raced slightly as remembered the events of the previous night. "Batman…" he sighed, lying back down on the cot where he had been sleeping. His mind snapped back into focus when he remembered what he said to Batman before he blacked out." Oh my god! I told him I loved him!" Crane realized sitting straight up. I began to breathe rapidly with embarrassment. "It's alright Jon, it's alright..." he said, trying to calm himself. After a moment he was calm and collected, he took a moment to look at his surroundings. This was definitely not his rat-hole apartment. This place seemed to be some sort of holding cell, but when Jon strained his ears, he heard nothing. He was completely alone.
"I must be dreaming, or perhaps I died in last night's fall…" Crane mused comically to himself. He sighed and lay back down on the cot."Jon… You are a complete idiot… You're not dead nor are you dreaming, you told him the truth and now you have to live with it." He whispered.
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"Master Wayne…" Alfred said opening the door to the billionaire's bed-chamber.
Bruce rolled over to look at the older man's stern expression. "Yes, Alfred?" He asked.
"You may wish to know that your 'guest' is conscious." He said, setting down breakfast for the younger man.
Bruce shot out of bed and grabbed his robe. "How long has he been up? Has he said anything?" Bruce was half way out the door before Alfred spoke up.
"He's upset, sir. Be warned, he's having remorse about whatever happened last night between you to."
Bruce turned and smiled at his old friend, "Don't worry Alfred, I have everything under control." He said, leaving to go change into his suit and 'interrogate' his prisoner.
