BLURB: - Set after Batman Begins. Jonathon Crane has been arrested finally for his crimes upon the people of Gotham. Batman has ordered him to be taken to the mad prison. What Wayne doesn't know is that Crane's going to receive some of his own medicine.
SHORT BLURB: - Dr. Crane is captured and arrested, sent off to an asylum prison to receive some of his own medicine…
DISCLAIMER: - I do not own the Batman Universe, or Dr. Crane (;-;) or Cillian Murphy DX
AUTHOR'S NOTES: - This chapter is a little boring, but it's some Rachel/Bruce action for ya ;) thought you might enjoy a bit of it, since I'm trying to keep this fanfiction open to all pairings. It's also a bit short. I'm trying to flesh these chapters out, but this one is a little boring as I've said so maybe you just all want it over and done. (:
Chapter Two
Two days later…
Wayne sat thoughtfully at his desk, sifting through various documents and unpaid bills that had been forgotten about. Slowly they had fallen underneath everything else upon his work desk.
Sharp knocks at the door made him flinch ever so slightly, bringing him out of his reverie. He called for the visitor to enter and reached for his mug of now lukewarm coffee.
Bruce half-smiled and nodded as Rachel Dawes entered through the oak door. She came to stand in front of the desk.
"Please, sit?" Bruce offered. She declined, remaining stood with a stiff posture. Rachel shifted her weight onto her hip.
Wayne leant back in his own chair, away from the paperwork. He looked intently at the woman sitting opposite him.
"I heard you caught him?" a nod answered her question.
"Yeah I did." Bruce said slowly, getting up and standing in front of the window, his back to the glass.
"And where did you send him?"
"Sillforth."
She gave him a puzzled look and put her head to one side, a hand gesturing for him to indulge more information.
"The mad prison?" Bruce sighed as she continued to appear lost in the labyrinth of their conversation.
"Never mind – everyone is happy just as long as he's out of the way and under control." he gave a small sigh after his words.
"What did the police have to say about it?"
Wayne shrugged and turned back to look at the buildings outside, silhouetted against the fiery evening sky.
"Rachel… it's like they're dead, or walking corpses. I swear Batman is the only one actually doing anything for the good of the Gotham."
She sent him a knowing smile. What followed was a silence of about twenty minutes, in which the both of them understood each other completely. Rachel must have been thinking about something else too, because she then asked the following: -
"And what about the head doctor of Sillforth? Is he doing good for the city or do we have another Crane case on our hands?" Wayne merely shrugged again. He deflected her every question, because even though he knew she did not have knowledge of Sillforth, he was somehow expecting her to be able to answer the 'silly' questions her self.
"I suppose if he took Crane in from us then he must be trying to do something for us."
She stared at him. "Taking Jonathon off our minds could be just his way of defeating an extra rival who proved an obstacle in the course of his further plans!"
Bruce was quiet. How was it that he had overlooked that small probability? After all, the police could be under the control and commandment of Doctor Simone, perhaps even being paid massive sums of money to be kept quiet… the officers the other night had seemed awfully withdrawn and quiet. He frowned, his brow creasing and his eyebrows knitting together in a deep well of thought. Was this something for him to investigate?
Possibly…
Definitely.
He walked over to Rachel and placed his hands on her upper arms.
"I'll see you again on Thursday, okay?" Exchanging a small kiss he watched her leave and sat down again at his desk, staring at his stone-cold coffee.
Bruce sighed. Batman's duties were endless.
