AN: Well, it's been a long time since I've updated. Those of you that have followed this story before, I don't really have many changes. I took out some things that I thought were too soon, like Crane making her dress in slutty clothes and there was originally a shower scene in this chapter that I took out. I felt it went against him trying to get her to trust him and felt that the "punishment" had gone too far. Sorry for the very late update!

Chapter 4: Rules and Consequences

He glanced up over the top of his book, sighing as he saw Lana passing out in the corner of the room. Shortly after she had arrived here and had been told that she would be staying she had retreated to one of the dark corners of the room, sitting down with her arms wrapped around her knees and stared at him with a wary look that showed she held no trust of him.

He knew beforehand that he would have to earn her trust, but he hadn't expected her fear to be this bad. He was going to have to practice some of his self-control around her, after all, he was not known for his patience, far from it.

"Come to bed," Jonathan ordered, slamming his book closed and setting it on the bedside table beside him as she shook her head.

The sound caused her to flinch and she tried shrinking back into the wall as he stood and walked towards her. She placed her hands flat against the wall, scrambling to her feet as he reached her.

"You will listen to me, young lady," he growled out, gripping her forearm as he started to drag her towards the bed.

"No, please," she pleaded, dragging her feet in the carpet as he threw her on top of the bed.

She sat up, backing up and hitting the wall as he climbed onto the bed. She sat in a corner of the bed against the wall, staring at him with wide eyes as he removed his shirt, revealing a muscular and smooth chest. Her breaths started to quicken and she started to tremble as he undressed.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, I'm just getting ready for bed," he calmly said, knowing why she stared at him with fear filled eyes. "Lay down, Miss Napier."

Lana shook her head, not trusting him. She screamed, scratching out at him as he grabbed her. He ignored her struggling, hissing slightly as she raked her nails down one arm, leaving long red welts down his forearm as he forced her down on to the bed and straddled her waist.

He let her scream and cry as he restrained her arms above her head with one hand, staring down at her. Her screams settled down to whimpers and her struggles lessened after a few moments when she realized that she could not possibly fight him off. His eyes softened as he stared down into her tear streaked face.

"Shush," he cooed, gently roaming his hand down the front of her body and cupping one soft breast in his hand.

"No, don't…please."

He sighed before rolling off of her form, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist as she moved to get up.

"Stay," he ordered, tightening his grip around her as she accepted her defeat and shook with silently cries. "Shush," he cooed softly, stroking her hair as he calmed her.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep in his arms, too exhausted to keep fighting him. He paused in his stroking and removed his glasses to set them on the bedside table on top of his book. He spooned her in his embrace, covering them with the comforter as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with her secured tightly in his arms.

Lt. Jim Gordon glanced around the crime scene with a sigh, ducking under the yellow caution tape surrounding a beat up looking car. He walked over to another uniformed officer who was writing away in his note pad.

"What has happened?"

The officer looked up, straightening up as he saw who it was.

"Officer Gordon, it seems your victim from last night, a Miss Lana Napier, is missing. Her friend called this morning saying that Miss Napier was not at home and came to the hospital to see if there had been a change in her release. The nurse informed her that Miss Napier had been released late last night and then her car was found, her purse and keys found beside the car, a couple feet away."

Jim Gordon sighed before looking at the car.

"Has anyone gone to check out her father?"

"He was nowhere to be found, neighbors haven't seen him all morning and his employer said he didn't turn up to work."

"Then it seems we have our suspect," he said, shaking his head as he pictured the scared young woman he had interviewed yesterday.

"Sir," the young officer started hesitantly, closing his note pad. "Should we start combing the river for the body?"

Gordon turned sharply, his gaze piercing into the young officer.

"No, she is still alive. I doubt that her father would kill her off so quickly," he said, running a hand threw his sandy blond hair. "Keep this quiet. The last thing we need is the people to panic that someone had been kidnapped from the hospital."

Lana slowly blinked open her green eyes, the sound of ruffling waking her. She slowly turned on to her back and faced the other way. She snapped up, clinching the blanket to her as she locked eyes with the doctor who had taken her, all the events from last night quickly catching up to her.

He was standing next to the bed, his suit on as he was placing his tie around his neck. When she had moved his gaze had snapped to her, pausing in his process of getting ready for work. He watched her intensely as she scooted back into the wall, covering her near nude body with the green comforter and hiding his gaze from the delicate white lingerie set she wore.

"I have to go to work," he said quietly, keeping his voice low as he resumed in straightening out his tie. "I will be gone all day, but I have my ways of keeping my eye on you. So if you decide to do anything foolish, I can be here in less than five minutes. Do you understand?"

Lana slowly nodded, wondering on how he could possibly be able to watch her while at work. She shrank back as he leaned forward, placing his hands on top of the bed, his face mere inches from hers.

"I will set the rules for you now so that you don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Number one, you will never ever try to escape, there will be consequences to such actions. Number two, you will obey me in whatever way I command you to," he said, ignoring the tears that started to gather in her eyes. "Number three, I am in complete control of what you can and cannot do. I have selected the clothes I want you to wear today, the closet is locked and you cannot select something else. So, unless you want to stay in that little outfit," he said, a slight smirk crossing his features as his gaze looked down to the top of her breasts where she had let the blanket fall, "which I don't mind at all, I suggest you change into that."

Next thing she knew he threw a couple pieces of clothing into her hands. Looking down at them she saw that he had handed her a green spaghetti sharp top and a pair of light grey sweatpants, blushing as she saw the purple thong added into the selection of clothes.

"Thank you." She whispered, refusing to look at him, also knowing that he could have given her something she would have been very uncomfortable wearing.

Crane nodded, returning to his task of getting ready for work. He had planned for a moment to give her more revealing clothes to wear, but he did not think that would go over well in bonding with the girl. He did not want to make her feel inferior, but she did have to know who was in control.

"Now on to rule number four, you will in no way try to hurt yourself. You will eat everything I set in front of you and you will also notice that I removed all forms of drugs from the bathroom and all possible sharp objects. Do you understand these rules I have set up?" At her solemn nod he sighed, gently cupping her cheek and tightening his grip as she flinched back from him. "I have breakfast for you on the table and there is a small freezer on the other side of the room where you will find some frozen meals for when I'm gone and a microwave above it, I expect to see that you have eaten while I have been gone."

Lana closed her eyes as he leaned down and kissed her forehead affectionately.

"Be good," he whispered before turning from her and leaving the room, locking it behind him.

Once he was gone Lana pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she rested her head on her knees, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

He sat up in his chair, pocketing the small television set in his jacket that hid the view of Miss Napier from him, as his cell phone started ringing. Only a select few knew the number to that cell phone. He glanced at the number and straightened as he looked at the caller ID.

"Sir, what a surprise. I was not expecting to hear from you," he answered, truly surprised to be hearing from him so shortly after their previous phone call.

"Dr. Crane, I hope that this new development won't distract you from your job?"

Jonathan stiffened before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. He should have known that his employer would find out, he just didn't think it would have been so soon.

"Of course not sir, I would never do such a thing. If anything it will promote my motivation to quickly complete the last process of the toxin."

"This woman is a test subject then?"

"No!" Jonathan cleared his throat as he realized that he had just shouted, waving away his secretary as she looked in to find out what the yell was. "No sir, I have acquired her father as a test subject."

He was surprised as Ra's Al Ghul started to laugh in the background.

"Ah, Jonathan, you amuse me so. Yes, I believed you had a different reason for kidnapping the young woman then your fear toxin. I read up on her after I heard what was going on. The father was a good choice. Feeling protective of the woman, are you?"

"Yes, sir," he answered quietly.

"Mm, perhaps she would be good for you then," Ra's stated as he thought of this new turn of events. "You could work out some of that frustration I know you feel. Very well, you may keep the woman, but I would like the opportunity to meet the young lady when I make it to Gotham."

"Yes, sir," he answered, revealed that his employer hadn't became upset about the woman.

"When will you be making it back to Gotham?"

"Not for a couple of weeks, new plans have to be made. The person I was training to help with the cleanup has backed out."

Crane could hear the displeasure in Ra's Al Ghul's voice and he was surprised to hear the backing out of the man Ra's has been training for several years now, having heard that his apprentice had remarkable skill and that Ra's had been happy about his pupil.

"I am sorry to hear that sir, but I will be prepared for you visit when the time comes and look forward to seeing you again."

"Of course, Dr. Crane and remember, don't become distracted. I would take the woman from you until your back on track."

"Yes sir, everything shall be completed in the next week or so," Jonathan said, gritting his teeth as the man threaten to remove Lana from him.

That was not going to happen, even if he had to work double time to finish the toxin.

"Very good, I will call in a couple weeks to see what your progress is."

Jonathan flipped the phone close as he heard the click on the other end signaling the end of the call. That went better then he thought it would though he did not appreciate being threaten. No one was going to take Lana from him, no one. He sighed, rubbing his temple as he felt a headache coming on. All this anger and stress really built up.

He glanced as his closed door before pulling out the small television in his pocket. His bright blue eyes narrowed in anger as he stared at the woman. She had moved a chair below the one small window in the room and was trying to reach the opening.

Eventually she would get the window open and he even believed that she was small enough to crawl through the small opening. He growled as he leapt out of his chair, grabbing his coat and briefcase as he strode to the door.

"I'm leaving for the day, have Markus take care of everything for me," he said, leaving in a rush that he didn't hear what his secretary had to say as he rushed to his car.

He threw his jacket and briefcase in the back of the car as he slid behind the wheel, peeling out of the drive way as he sped back towards his house. She was going to get it when he caught her.

It was after eating a frozen meal for lunch that she decided to look around the room. There wasn't a lot in the room. The bed she was currently sitting on, the bedside table beside it, a small table a few feet away with a pair of chairs, the small freezer and microwave cart with a microwave on top of it, and a few plastic plates with only spoons on top of the plates.

He hadn't even trusted her with butter knives and forks. Her gaze moved to the wall and that's when she noticed the small window placed high on the wall right under the ceiling. She hesitantly looked around her as she tucked her hair behind her ear, eyeing one of the chairs just a few feet away.

He had said there were consequences if she tried to escape, but what if she actually managed to escape? What could he possibly do then? He also said that he would know if she attempted to do anything. How would he know?

As she thought of what he said earlier and remembered his intimidating way, she started to believe that he really didn't have a way of knowing if anything had been going on. He was bluffing her, trying to make her even more scared then she already was Lana concluded, making up her mind to try and get out of here.

She grabbed one of the chairs, dragging it towards the small window before standing on top of it. The window latch sat at the very top of the frame, right up to the ceiling, so she had to step on her tip toes as she tried to reach it, unsuccessful in reaching it as her fingers scraped the latch.

She glanced around her before spotting the spoon she had used earlier for lunch and snatching it up. She had just unlatched the window when she heard the door slam open behind her. Lana jerked in surprise, dropping the spoon as she spun around and kept her balance on the chair.

Her eyes widened as she saw the furious doctor striding towards her. She gasped as he grabbed her arms, yanking her down roughly to the point that it was painful. Lana backed away as Jonathan kicked the chair out from under the window, turning his angry gaze on her.

"I thought I warned you of the consequences of escaping," he said darkly, walking towards her at a slow pace.

"Please, I can't stay here," she whimpered, colliding with the wall behind her as she backed away from him.

She flinched as he slammed his hands against the wall on either side of her, turning her face away as she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her hands into fists, waiting for the blow to come at her.

"You expect me to hit you, do you not?" He questioned as he stared at her tense form and closed eyes, his voice still angry and dark.

Lana hesitantly turned back to him and opened her eyes.

"You, you said there were consequences," she whispered, flinching as his eyes narrowed on her.

"Yes, I did, but I never said that I was going to hit you. Your punishment will not be physical, not by any means."

He stepped back from her, crossing his arms across his chest as he tilted his head and stared at her, a smirk crossing his features as his eyes roamed her body. He had thought earlier that not dressing her in what he originally wanted would be great as a punishment against her.

He was not degrading her; it was just a simple punishment, a punishment that hopefully she would learn from.

"Take off your clothes."

She gasped, immediately shaking her head.

"No…"

Lana started to scream as he growled and grabbed her, starting to rip the clothes off her body. She fought him as he yanked her against the wall, forcing her front up against it as he pulled the sweat pants down her hips and legs to pile at her feet.

"Let me go!" She cried, banging her fists against the wall as he snapped the thong from her, causing her to cry out in pain.

He ignored her as he slid the top down her body to pile at her feet as well. Once he had her completely nude he spun her around to face him and quickly pressed up against her to still her struggles.

"As your punishment, this time, you will have to earn back the right to having clothes. So, until I believe you've been a good girl, you will be without clothes," he smirked at her shocked expression, stepping back from her, but pinning her arms to the side as she started to cover herself with her arms. "You could be like this for several hours or you can be like this for weeks, it's up to you and my good graces. I may just decide to keep you like this," he whispered, his gaze leaving her mesmerizing eyes to travel down her body.

She started to shake as tears streamed down her cheeks and he pressed himself up against her once again, roughly taking her lips with his.