AN: I'm back with the next chapter! Sorry that it's taking so long to get these chapters out, especially since I had them written beforehand and haven't really changed all that much to the chapter. I'm going as fast as I can with life and everything. I will try and have the next chapter of Loved Denied up soon. I am trying to change that story up a little bit and if you have any thoughts, just let me know. I'm trying to make it where the girls' don't seem so weak willed and the guys still controlling, but not overly so. So, I think some things are going to be changing in Love Denied.

On another note, I have noticed a lot of followers, but nowhere close to the same amount of reviews. Just a simple, I like how your story is going... Or just a simple question, I would like to have more reviews. I'm on the 3rd chapter here and if you remember correcting, I had about 150 reviews for this story before it was taken down and had 8 or 9 chapters posted. This is the same with Love Denied, so please read and review!

Thanks to Reviewers: Nausicaa of the Spirits, CanidSerpent, elizabethroseferretti, PlaguingYou'reDreams, smokey-eyed amazon warrior, darkdeadmau5, Ecko114, and Guest

Answers from reviewers:

Nausicaa of the Spirits - I know what you mean, and no, as far as I can find, their are no good Two-Face stories with others, except one I enjoy by TC Stark. I cannot stand Rachel, personally. I hope to have that one reposted soon as well.

CanidSerpent - I do hope to have Guilty Love up soon. I also agree with you in the lack of Two-Face stories out there. I try to get into reading stories for the Batman "villains" but I just can't seem to get into any of them at all. So if you know any good stories, don't hesitate to let me know!

smokey-eyed amazon warrior - Yup, you guessed that right! So, I'm assuming that you hadn't read this story when I first posted it out, then again I never out right state that their related, but most people got it. The only ones who didn't I think were once who don't know Joker's real name, so I am able to have some mystery there.

Ecko114 - Right! I know it's obvious to us Batman fans, but I still kind of just wanted to do hints and stuff. A lot of people in the beginning were asking if Lana was his daughter or sister. I see those things around too much, so I just wanted to change the relation a little bit.

Chapter 3: Kidnapping

Lana finally released a long breath as the doctor left her room, weaving her hand through her hair. He had been here for only a hour, but it felt like he had sucked all the energy out of her, that he was pressing her for information. She didn't care if that was his job, but something about him made her edgy. There was something dangerous about that man. She snuggled down in the blankets, a small smile on her face as she thought back to the doctor.

He was cute though, sexy even with the glasses. She could tell under his suit, from just the way it fitted tightly to him, that he had strength. Not many people would think by looking at him that he was strong, but she could see the muscles fitted against his suit. She figured that was another reason why she was wary of him. He had hidden physical strength, something that he could use against her and that scared her.

He silently crept into the house, closing the front door lightly shut. The bastard hadn't even locked the door. He pulled out his burlap mask, pulling it down over his face as he looked around, motioning to the men behind him to start scanning the place out.

"Make sure he doesn't see you and get me as soon as you spot him," he ordered, not feeling the need to remind his men the consciences if they messed up.

Crane silently stepped up the stairs, looking through the hallways before he started opening doors. The first one he came to was a bedroom, suitable for a teenage boy. He looked at all the gory movie posters and dark colors, knowing that this must be Miss Napier's cousin's room before he left the room alone and opened the door across the hall. A bathroom, nothing extraordinary in there.

As soon as he walked into the next room he knew it was hers, a swirl of purple and green met his gaze. It didn't look like she had been able to take much with her when she was granted release from her father. Her bed was still made, clothes still hanging in the closet. Other then the bed and clothes, the room was barren and anger shook him again as he thought of all that she was denied by her father. He was going to make sure that she had everything that she needed while in his care. A group of his men came up behind him, hesitantly at first.

"Sir, he's down the hall in the last room," one of them whispered quietly, backing out of Jonathan's way as he exited the bedroom.

"Do you have the rope and duct tape?" He questioned, his voice quiet as he neared the room where he could hear snoring.

His man nodded as they silently opened the door to the bedroom. Jonathan looked around in disgust at the beer bottles littering the floor and the potbellied snoring man on the middle of the bed. He motioned two of his men to each side of the man, motioning for one to get the tape and another to get the rope ready.

Jonathan took out a spray can from his jacket as he made sure that his mask and his men's masks were in place. Quickly his men grabbed Miss Napier's drunk father and slapped a piece of tape on his mouth, right before he screamed out, as his eyes snapped open. Jonathan stood by as his men tied the struggling man up, amused at how easy it was to subdue him. Once the man was securely restrained, Crane leaned forward to whisper to him.

"You shouldn't have hurt such a pure and innocent creature," he whispered down in the man's face, watching with amusement as the man's eyes widened. "Now you will pay the price for hurting what now belongs to me."

He leaned back before pointing the can at Mr. Napier's face and spraying it. Instantly the man started screaming and struggling as his worst fears came to the front of his mind. Jonathan smirked as he watched, chuckling under his breath as the man peed his pants in fear. It wasn't long before the pitiful excuse of a man fainted.

"Get him in the van; he will make a great test subject on my fear toxins."

Jonathan glanced at his watch, his eyes widening as he noticed the time and snapped his head towards the window. It was nightfall already; she would be released in the next couple hours.

"Hurry it up; I have somewhere else to be."

Lana sighed as she signed off on her release papers, thankful to be getting out of the hospital. She winced when pain laced through her side from her bruised ribs as she bent down to pick up her keys and purse, glad that Patty had thought to bring her car to the hospital so that she could drive home.

Her friend had said that she would drive her home, but she couldn't get out of work. Lana preferred to drive home on her own any way; it gave her time to think if she was going to press charges on her father. As she exited the building and walked through the parking garage, she noticed that it was quite abandoned then she thought that it was pretty late and knew that this section of the parking garage wasn't used very often because of its distance from the hospital entrance.

The only other vehicle was the black van parked across her small run down neon. Lana took her key and placed it in the driver side door as her back faced the van. She screamed, dropping her keys to the ground as a damp cloth clamped over her mouth. One arm snaked around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides as she struggled to get free.

"Shush, just breathe it in," a voice whispered in her ear, tightening his grip around her as he started dragging her form back towards where the van was parked.

Lana struggled harder, stumping her heel down on the foot behind her. Jonathan took in a deep breath of surprise, hissing at the pain as his grip loosened enough around Lana to let her break free. Lana escaped the hands restraining her and stumbled away from the man behind her.

She had breathed in enough of the chemical to render herself dizzy and unstable in her movements as she attempted to run away. She heard cursing behind her and then footsteps rushing to her form as she collapsed, unable to move forward any longer because of the drug working in her system.

"No, let go…" she whimpered as arms picked her up and cradled her to their chest.

"Shush, just close your eyes, my dear," the voice cooed at her, gently rocking her form as he walked back towards the van.

Within seconds, her eyes closed and she was still within his arms. Jonathan quickly walked to the van and settled in with her on his lap, signaling the driver to take off. Once they took off and he was settled down, he turned his gaze to the woman in his lap and his features softened. He had not expected her to be such a fighter or to get one on him.

If she hadn't already breathed in the chloroform, he could have been in serious trouble of getting caught. If she had been more aware of her surroundings, a scream would have alerted security guards in the stairwell and that would not have ended well. Jonathan smirked as he gently cupped her cheek, closing his eyes as he touched her smooth skin.

Finally, he knew what she felt like and it was beautiful. Her skin was soft and silky, delicate under his callused hand. She was even more beautiful seeing her up close like this, cradled in his arms. Gently he pulled her closer, breathing in her clean scent as he buried his face in her hair.

"We're here boss," the driver said from the front as he parked the vehicle.

Jonathan stepped from the van after the door was opened for him, carrying the woman in his arms into the large house as he dismissed Jack's henchman. He walked down a long hallway leading to the stairs that went down to the basement.

There at the bottom of the steps was a door that stood open for him. He walked into the room, glancing around. What had that clown done to his basement? All the walls to the remaining rooms had been knocked down and the room repaired to seem like one very large bedroom with a bathroom and one of the small bedrooms had been transformed into a large walk-in closet.

The room was painted a light purple with white carpet installed. In one corner of the room laid a California King bed, a dark emerald green comforter laying on top of it that reminded him of Lana's eyes. Nothing else was placed in the room, just like he had asked.

He didn't want her to be exposed to the outside world at all, he was all she needed he thought as he walked towards the bed. He gently placed her down on top of the comforter before walking towards the walk-in closet. He stepped in and turned on the light, glancing through the clothes that he had brought back from her father's earlier this evening. But he was looking for the few outfits he had gotten her this morning from the mall after checking her size from the clothes at the hospital.

He smirked when the article caught his eye, the very one he was looking forward to seeing her in, with a note pinned to the front. He walked to it, his eyes scanning over the small note.

Perverted dog never thought you had it in you.

Saw a few of these sexy lingerie pieces on the bed

and thought this one would do nicely for you.

From the way you speak about the chick, the innocent

color seemed to be the way to go. Have fun!

Jonathan shook his head at the large smiley face left at the end of the note as he removed it from the two piece lingerie set, instantly thinking that Jack had good taste as he removed the white see-through teddy and matching thong from the hanger. He walked out of the closet and back to the woman.

He gently and carefully started to undress her, getting her undressed quickly because of her unconscious state. He stepped back from her form as he dropped the last of her clothing to the floor and admired her nude body. She was naturally pale, like him, and her blonde hair was long, pass her bottom he realized, something he had not noticed at the hospital.

Her breasts were of reasonable size, larger then he normally liked, but he enjoyed seeing them on her. His breath quickened as he thought of the things he could do to her breasts, to her body. He felt himself harden as he gently cupped one of her breasts in his hand and had to suppress a groan as the woman moaned in her unconscious state at the touch.

He jerked his hand back, trying to regain control of his body as he took several deep breaths to calm himself. Slowly, he is going to go slowly with her. His hands were slightly shaking as he placed the teddy and thong on her body, wrapping a black robe around her figure and laying her back down on the bed.

He sat beside her form for several minutes before he stood and decided to leave the room to check out what Jack had done with the camera's he had set up. He followed the arrows leading up to his old bedroom, rolling his eyes in annoyance at Jack's antics. There in the bedroom he found a television set up to show several different angle's of the room, including one in the shower stall.

Jonathan had to smirk as he saw the small wireless television set next to the large one that had a large note posted on it say, "For the Office". Jack had found a way for him to monitor her constantly. The television set was no bigger than his palm, something he could easily fit in his jacket pocket and look at whenever no one was around.

He sat down in a big comfy chair placed before the large television and saw that Miss Napier was starting to stir from her sleep. He watched as she opened her eyes and watched in amusement in the minutes that followed as she realized the state of her undress and the locked room she was kept in.

He became angered as she ran to the door, hating the fact the she immediately thought of trying to escape him, but became distressed as she started to plead for her freedom and started to cry. He stood from his seat, ready to make his appearance to her as he left the room.

Lana groaned as she felt the pain in her side caused by her bruised ribs and placed a hand to where the pain was located. Her eyes snapped open as she felt a silky cloth against her hand, blinking at the lights hanging overhead. She slowly sat up, adjusting her eyes to the room as she looked around.

Where was she? Lana's eyes widened as she remembered what had happened in the parking garage. Someone had attacked her. She brought a small hand to her mouth as she gasped. She had been kidnapped… Did her father have something to do with this? Lana shivered as she felt a cold draft pass through her and wrapped her arms around her form that's when she remembered the feel of silk.

She glanced down at herself and shrieked as she saw her state of undress. She hesitantly untied the robe around her, quickly covering herself once again as she saw what the robe hid. Someone had undressed her and changed her…

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out of here. All she saw was a bathroom, a closet, and one door way that she concluded must be the exit. She quickly rushed to the door, trying disparately to open it even though it was locked.

"Let me out!" She shouted, pounding on the door with her fist. "Please, let me go! I, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go…"

She slid down in front of the door, kneeled in front of it as she bowed her head with her fists planted in the carpet as tears streamed down her cheeks. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps walking towards the door she currently sat down in front of.

She scrambled back on her hands and heels as she heard the door being unlocked. She was a few feet from the door when it swung open and a young man stepped in. Lana's eyes widened as they set sight on the doctor from the hospital, the one that sent shivers of uncertainty down her back.

"Dr. Crane?" She whispered, the disbelief obvious in her voice.

"Hello, Miss Napier," he said quietly, stepping fully into the room while closing the door behind him.

"What, what are you doing?" She questioned, getting to her feet as he advanced on her.

She flinched and gasped as he grabbed her around her waist, yanking her to him.

"Do not be afraid, I brought you here to protect you," he whispered, gently touching her face before she flinched from him and jerked her face away.

"Please, I don't understand. Just let me go home," she whimpered, trembling in his arms.

"You are home, my dear. You're where you belong."

"No, I can't stay here," she cried weakly as she shook her head in denial.

She flinched as he growled in annoyance, pushing her from him to where she fell to the floor before his feet. She shook as she looked at the rage showing in his eyes, glancing down at the floor as countless tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Please, don't hurt me," she sobbed, curling into a ball at his feet.

Jonathan's eyes widened and he felt angered at her thinking he would hurt her, but he could not blame her, she did not know him. He was going to have to show her that he would never hurt such a delicate thing as her. He kneeled down to her level, brushing aside the hair that covered her face from view and tucking it back behind her ear.

"I will never hurt you. As I said, I am here to protect you. Your father will never hurt you again."

"I, I will press charges against him, he'll be put in jail-."

"Lana," he said, his voice cold to show his authority as he interrupted her. "You will be staying here with me, you need to accept that. I will never let you go, never."

She stared up at him for several moments, each second dashing more hope away. He meant what he said, she could tell from looking into his eyes. They were so intent, a glimmer of strong possessiveness in his gaze and she thought with sinking realization that he would never let her go.

She knew from the moment she saw him that there was something dangerous about him, but she never thought that he would kidnap her. And as she stared up at him, she realized why he brought her here. He could say it was to protect her, but who was going to protect her from him? She was helpless against him, utterly helpless.