A/N: Thank you to the guest who left the review with this fabulous idea :) Also, I forgot to mention earlier that these characters are all Janet's creations. I borrow, don't get paid, etc.

"I have a confession," I mumbled into a pillow on the bed. Ranger looked particularly relaxed sprawled out next to me. His breathing was slow and even, and his eyes were closed. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost guess he was sleeping. But of course, that wasn't likely. Batman hardly ever took midday naps. Even after high-energy activities like the one we'd just engaged in.

"Mmm," he finally managed in response.

"I haven't had donuts or desserts in like three days."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "That explains a lot. Those jelly donut hormones can wreak some serious havoc, babe."

Don't I know it. And it was the best kind of havoc too. Like Pompeii-explosion type havoc. Havoc that I'd already decided was well worth all the crazy sugar withdrawals.

"I didn't break you, did I?" I asked playfully as I crawled on top of him.

Ranger's eyes finally opened as he stared up at me. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before he moved his hips slightly. "You tell me."

Definitely not broken. And I was starting to wonder if my jelly donut hormone problem was completely out of my system. Guess there was only one way to find out...

Ranger flipped me onto my back. "Before we test out that theory of yours, babe, is there anything else you'd like to confess?"

Hmmm… I thought for a minute, but my mind was already on to something else. "No?"

He drug his fingertips slowly up my thigh and paused just shy of my fun zone. "You sure?"

Damn. He remembered the key.

"Oh, that."

Ranger leaned down. "Yeah. That," he said against my lips. He kissed me very slowly before pausing all the action.

This was some of that "skilled torture" I mentioned earlier. Ranger used to be Special Forces. He knows ninety-nine ways to get a man to talk. And one very clever way to get a Stephanie to talk. And it always works…

"Hey, I was in a hurry," I said in protest. "And you said to bring the silver key. So I grabbed the first silver key I saw and booked it downstairs."

I felt him smile. "You couldn't find it."

"I was distracted."

"Babe."

This use of "babe" roughly translates to "we need to work on your organizational skills." But I was thinking that right now it could probably wait.

"Maybe you could help jog my memory," I added suggestively as I wrapped my legs around him.

He seemed to like that suggestion. Or maybe he liked what my fingers were doing at the time. It was kind of hard to tell. Well, at least at first.

Ranger suddenly took over our little group activity and was reminding me yet again why healthy eating was probably a win-win for everyone. In fact, I was just nearing his best argument when I had this stunning moment of clarity. I finally remembered where I'd hidden that damn key!

"Um, hold that thought," I said as I tried to push Ranger off me.

Yeah, I agree. The timing wasn't great. In fact, it was terrible. Probably the absolute worst. But what if I forgot all over again with that almost guaranteed post-coital amnesia? Hey, with Ranger, this was a real possibility. Trust me. Sometimes I even forget my own name.

"Babe?"

"I'll be right back," I added with a brief kiss. "Don't move."

I jumped off the bed and dashed out to the kitchen. After opening a few cupboards, I finally found what I was looking for. My brown bear cookie jar! Of course! I opened the lid and grinned. There at the bottom was a little, silver key. I did a little happy dance before racing back to the bedroom.

"I've got it!" I yelled as I jumped back onto the bed. Imagine my disappointment when I realized the bed was empty.

"Ranger?" I called. Then I heard the shower running in the bathroom.

I slowly opened the door and put my hands on my hips. "What the heck?" I asked over the hiss of the shower spray.

Ranger cracked open the shower door. "Sorry, I got a call. There was a break-in across town, and I've gotta head out."

"You couldn't spare five minutes?" I pouted.

"How was I supposed to know it would only be five minutes? You dashed out of the bedroom without much of an explanation."

Damn. He was right.

I dangled the key in the air. "I found it."

His mouth twitched. "Glad I could help jog your memory."

I sighed. The memory jogging was nice. But I was really looking forward to that amnesia bit at the end.

"What's wrong now?"

"I think I still have some residual hormone overflow problems."

Ranger stepped out of the shower and tugged my arm to come and join him. "No guarantees, but I'll see what I can do in three minutes," he grinned.

Lucky me. Because three minutes with Ranger was like thirty with any other man.