Professor Crane lived in a small penthouse in the heart of Gotham. It was sparsely furnished, but rather stylish for a teacher. I looked around, intrigued at the modern design.

"Sit." He commanded, pointing at the sofa. I awkwardly obeyed, still studying the room as I sank down into the leather.

He sat across from me on an armchair, looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"So, when are we getting to work?"

"In a moment, I would first like to explain to you what we are going to be doing."

He leaned towards me, his icy blue eyes piercing my gray-blue ones.

"What do you fear the most?"

Taken aback, it took me a few moments to think.

"Ummm… heights?"

"How would you react if I pushed you off of a ten-story building?"

"I'd scream and try to grab on to something. Why are you asking me this, Professor?"

"Please, call me Jonathan. Would you like a drink?"

"Ummm I thought we were doing an experiment."

"We are, I just thought I'd be hospitable."

"I'm underage."

"I won't tell."

He handed me a glass of wine and smiled, watching me drink.

I made a face and gagged. "It tastes awful!"

He grinned. "I take it you do not drink alcohol often."

"I've had champagne and sips of beer a few times." I confessed.

He laughed and shook his head, pouring himself a glass.

"When are we getting started?" I asked, gingerly setting my glass on the coffee table.

"Soon." He said, focusing on his glass as he drained it in one gulp. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. This was the strangest meeting I've ever had with a teacher. I could feel my phone buzzing; probably Lila wondering what was going on and sending sexual innuendos. I pulled it out too look, and Pro-ehrm.. Jonathan looked at me irritably.

"You brought your phone?"

"…yea."

"Turn it off and give it to me."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to be distracted while working, Miss Tyler."

"But we aren't working yet."

"Don't worry. I will start soon."

Something in his gaze made me feel very uncomfortable.

"What about me?"

"Why, you are the test subject, Miss Tyler."

"I-I thought I was your assistant." I said, standing up shakily. Something was definitely wrong.

"My dear Melody, that is your name right?"

I nodded and stepped back as he stood up and advanced towards me.

"Melody." He purred, running a pale finger down my face and my neck. "What do you fear?"

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a curious grin plastered on his face as he loosened his tie.