Even after waking up, Dr. Crane made Rhiannun stay in bed for another week. She absolutely hated it but whenever she tried to stand up she would get dizzy and fall back down. It became a rather infuriating process but luckily either Crane or Scarecrow was always there to catch her when she fell.

After that week she walked around the factory with a cane to keep her balance. This was more tolerable but she was restricted to the upper level of the factory and was strictly warned to stay away from the stairs. This time she decided to obey and managed to not let her hardheadedness get the best of her. By that next week she was completely fine.

Scarecrow and Crane both enjoyed watching her move about but they knew that she would not be happy there for long. It was so plain to see that she would really never be made for a life like the one they lived. She would be happy with them for a while but they knew being in Underground Gotham would kill her…it almost had. They also knew she would want to go back for the trial…but they were not going to let her go without a way of proving her innocence.

Life continued on though, and it so happened that on one rainy day Crane was deep into his work, working on a new toxin, when he heard something far away that made him lose his train of thought. He actually recognized an old tune from the early twenties. It was a slow romantic jazz number that had been played at one of the school dances when he was a child. He remembered hearing it while he sat outside the gymnasium and imagined all of the fun he wished he could have had.

He tried to go back to his work but they tune was penetrating his brain and he suddenly became curious as to where the music was coming from. He put down his work and followed the noise out of the room and down the dimly lit halls until he came to a door. He opened it quietly and peered inside.

Inside was an old record player and Rhiannun was there dancing around the room wearing a long coat that seemed to dwarf her. It had most likely come from the pile of coats in the far corner of the room.

Crane smiled slightly because she looked like a child in the oversized coat. She continued to spin and twirl in an entrancing manner while being zoned out of reality. He knew she had not noticed him by the far off look in her eyes, yet and he found himself tempted to join her because the entire scenario just seemed so enticing…but he couldn't. He refused to and continued to stand there and watch her.

When the music stopped she turned to him breathing a little hard and smiled, "Hello doctor."

He was slightly shocked that she knew he was there and despite himself, he grinned, "You do know, I think we have known each other long enough for you to call me Jonathan."

She blushed slightly and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, "Alright Jonathan. But you can't keep calling me Ms. Mcmurphy. From now on its Rhiannun."

Jonathan took a few steps forward into the room, "I think I can do that."

He then gestured around the dusty room, "May I ask what you were doing in here?"

Rhiannun's eyes lit up as she pointed to the record player, "I was wandering around and I found this. I wanted to see if it still worked so I started it up and was pleasantly surprised when it did."

He then pointed to the coat, "And what about that coat?"

Rhiannun blushed again, fidgeting with the long sleeves that hid her fingers, "I thought it would be fun."

He raised an eyebrow at her, a amused twinkle in his eyes, "I see."

She then went up to him grabbed his hand, suddenly smiling, "Dance with me."

Jonathan's eyes widened as he pulled back and he stuttered out, "D-dance…I-I don't think…"

Rhiannun just laughed and tugged harder, the sleeves of her coat enveloping both of their hands, "That's right Jonathan, don't think. Just have fun!"

She started the record again and then positioned one of his hands on her waist and then she whirled him off into a magical place where he wasn't Scarecrow, Dr. Crane, or a psychotic criminal. Just for that moment with the rain beating on the tin roof, an old record playing in the musty room, and a beautiful girl in his arms…he was just Jonathan.