"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... I can't believe I did that..." I looked to the naked man passed out on my bed. "Damn it." He twitched and curled further into the plush blankets. "why?.. why did i do that?.." I whispered to myself as I heard soft footsteps slowly making their way to my room. With each creak I felt slight panic. 'Fuck! Afred!.. What do I tell him?!..' I tugged at my brown locks and went to the bedroom door. I took a large calming breaath and stepped out. "Alfred?"

"Yes, Master Wayne?"

"I..."

"I know sir... I find it quite recklass of you. I suggest. That you get rid of him before this situation gets anymore serious..."

"I can't kill hi-"

"I didn't say anything about killing him this time, sir... Perhaps a... a lobotomy."

"That's...Thats nearly unhuman... I-"

"It's not death, Mater Wayne." Alfred snapped with a clipped anger.

"I know but there has to be a better way..." I look down defeated and stumble with my words. "What... What if he just...stayed here?..."

"Stay here!?" He lost it for a moment and his heigntend scowling voice made me wince and back away in shock. He's never done something like that before and right as it had happened the display of anger was gone. The same stoic face was on my British butler once again. "Stay here?" He says in a new much calmer voice. "You want the man who poisoned the city, Set you on fire, and nearly killed the girl of your dreams to stay here?.."

"I-yes..." His lips twitched and he turned around fiercely.

"I'll get his room ready." The words were yet again clipped with anger. I sighed and bit my fingers.

"What am I doing?.." I walked back to my furnished room and sat in a chair by the bed. I let out a loud sigh and rubbed my eyes. I glance at Jonathan who is still lightly sleeping. 'How is he going to take all of this?.. How did this even happen?..Damn it.' I look from Jon to the old wooden box sitting atop my dresser. "He would know..." My lips twitch into a frown and I stand. I gingerly pick up the worn box and open it carefully.

I let my calloused fingers caress the burnt metal and I sigh in contemplation. 'Something made me act that way...It was... bitterly sweet. I felt turned on and scared at the same time... It was... Shit.' My eyes widen in realization. The chemicals. The chemicals Scarecrow had thrown at me. It-it must have been a mixture of fear gas and an aphrodisiac... So it wasn't my fault. I let out a sigh of relief. I hadn't lost control without reason. I will never lose control... Never. I set the small box up onto the larger oak dresser and stepped out of my luxirious room. 'Time to adjust the house for our new guest...'

My eyes slowly open. The first thoughts to run through my head is that 'this isn't Arkham... and it isn't any shitty hideout...' I try to recall the events of last night and my eyes widen. "B-Batman!?" I look around and calm down at seeing that he's not here. I sigh and struggle to sit up. This bed is too damn comfy... I just want to bury my head into the soft sheets and sleep for an eternity or two, But God knows what will happen if the Batman finds me asleep... It's just better to stay awake... would hate to have a repeat of yesterday.

I shiver at the memory and attempt to stand, I suddenly feel an awkward weight on my left leg. "What the hell?" I sit back down and curiously pull my thin left leg into my lap. A tracking device. A fucking tracking device. I sit still for a few moments in shock and then panic sets in, I tug and pull at it wildly hoping that it will pop off so I can make a quick escape. Suddenly a bright red light on the device starts to flicker. I try, one last attempt to get the damned thing off when I feel an unimaginable pain shock up my leg and hit the rest of my body.

I let out a yelp and curse. "Electric Shock!? Really?! Fuck! The Bastard! That was almost worse than a God damn tazer to the face! I will fucking tie the Batman to a chair, cut him open, let his guts spewl out, stab him with fear toxin and set him on fire again!.." I was heaving with rage.

My left leg started to tingle and I winced and took in a sharp breath. 'Need a way out.' I look around and stood again, I checked my foot for any blinking, and then I began to walk. I hobbled to the door that lead out of what I assume is the master bedroom and reached for the door handle carefully... and as my hand touched the golden knob the door started to open from the other side.