Aura exited the bathroom after washing her hands. Jonathan was sitting on one of the benches in the lobby of the theater, his back facing her direction. Aura smiled mischievously as she made her way as quietly as she could towards his back. While his attention seemed focused on the board of movie times, Aura crept ever closer. With only a few inches separating her from the target, Aura inhaled deeply and raised her hands above her head. Right before she was able to bring her hands down to clasp the young man's shoulders, Jonathan turned. An amused smirk crept onto his face as Aura was frozen in her spot. Aura sighed and let the air out she was holding, a blush darkening her pale cheeks.

"Is everything alright Aura?" Jonathan asked, laughter tracing his tone.

Aura smiled at him as he stood up and offered his arm to her. Their movie was just beginning to seat. Jonathan led her towards the darkened theater. "I'm sorry. I thought I could scare you."

A chuckle escaped Jonathan's lips. "I am not so easily scared, Aura."

"I thought I was being quiet." Jonathan selected their seats, towards the back of the theater. Aura sat beside him before continuing. "So what gave me away?"

Jonathan stared at the blank theater screen before turning his icy blue eyes on Aura. "You did nothing wrong. I suppose working for so long in Arkham helps one to develop a preternatural sense of caution that someone or something is sneaking up behind them."

"Is it that bad there?" Aura asked, concern in her voice.

Jonathan reached for her hand that rested in her lap, patting it softly before withdrawing his touch. "It can be if you are not careful."

Aura bit her lip, nervous to know the next answer. "Have you ever been attacked there?"

Jonathan locked his icy eyes back onto Aura's lavender gaze. "Yes." When Aura looked down at the seat in front of them Jonathan gently reached out and pulled her chin back to face him. "When I first started I was not careful and found myself alone with one of the more dangerous inmates. That was the first and last time I was attacked." He smiled warmly and released his soft grip on her chin. "I am more careful and have learned ways to defuse almost any hostile situation I may come across while in my Asylum."

Aura returned his warm smile. "Good, I would hate for you to be hurt Jonathan." The lights dimmed as the previews for the movie started. Aura settled back into her chair, acutely aware that Jonathan was still smiling to himself as he watched the screen.

Jonathan sighed as the movie's heroin made yet another mistake, running into the cellar to escape the crazed killer. Quickly he stole a glance to the woman on his right. Aura was enthralled with the screen, her lips parted slightly as she waited with baited breath for the killer to find the hiding heroin. A smile crept itself onto the young man's lips as he watched her eyes darting across the screen.

'They call this a horror movie?' The Scarecrow moaned inside Jonathan's head.

Jonathan chuckled at the obvious annoyance of his counterpart. 'What's wrong Scarecrow? Are you not entertained?'

Scarecrow growled low. 'Who would find this trash entertaining? There is absolutely nothing scary about this besides the ineptitude of that blonde.'

'You do realize this is a fake movie right? It was solely created for the entertainment of the masses.' Jonathan looked at Aura out of the corner of his eye. 'Besides, just look at our Aura. She is so focused on the movie, thoroughly enjoying herself.'

Jonathan could feel the Scarecrow smiling. 'When will she be ours?'

'Patience, she is warming up to us.'

Scarecrow issued a low growl out of his frustration. Jonathan shook his head gently, dismissing his dark half. Refocusing his attention to the movie, he watched as the blonde heroin stalked deeper into the cellar of the abandoned house. Ominous music began to softly play as the heroin reached to turn on the bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. As the light bulb flashed on the serial killer's face was illuminated for the brief second before the bulb blew out once again. Aura inhaled sharply from the sudden appearance of the killer, making a startled squeak of surprise. Her hands flew to Jonathan's arm, clutching the cloth of his jacket tightly.

A sharp pain cut across his forehead as the Scarecrow clawed to be released. 'I can smell it, Jonathan. Her shock. I can feel her heart rate increasing. Her heart pounding to be released from her breast. I can hear her sharp, escalated breathing.' The Scarecrow moaned softly, longingly. 'Her fear is delicious. Take her now Jonathan.'

Jonathan grit his teeth together sharply as he tried desperately to push the Scarecrow into the deeper corners of his mind. The Rogue fought against him, causing the pain and pressure in his head to increase. 'Stop it you fool! You will ruin everything!' Jonathan closed his eyes for a few minutes as he tried to control his breathing. 'Listen to me, my dear friend. We could take Aura back to the safe house but what then? How long before that man, Wayne, reports her missing? He knows that she was with me so how long before the police start hunting us down? Aura would be ripped from us the instant they find her.'

'I will never let them take MY Aura away.' The Rogue was pushing against Jonathan's defenses with ever increasing strength.

'Then you have to listen to me. Trust me. If we take her now, we will not hold her long before the police and Batman track her down. Let me continue my actions and I will guarantee you that she will be ours, willingly and completely.' Jonathan's breathing was becoming more labored as the Rogue continued to fight to be released. 'Trust me Scarecrow. Please,' he pleaded.

After a few tense minutes, Scarecrow slowly receded into the darkness of Jonathan's mind. 'I will trust you Jonathan but I warn you: my patience is running thin. I need to feel Aura and her fear soon or you will regret the time you have wasted.'

A light sheen of sweat covered Jonathan's body causing his undershirt to cling to his slight frame. Slowly Jonathan opened his eyes just in time to watch as the serial killer fell into the blonde's half-cocked plan to capture him. Aura was still focused on the movie, hardly even moving as her eyes soaked in the movie's final scenes. Her slender fingers were still clutching onto his arm. Jonathan smiled and reached over with his free arm. With the utmost tenderness, Jonathan released her fingers from his arm before wrapping it around her shoulders. Aura leaned against his chest and tightened her new hold on Jonathan's hand. The young man smiled as he felt her lay her head against his shoulder. Everything about their position was foreign to the doctor but he knew it felt right.

Aura smiled to herself when the movie ended and she looked down at her hand entwined in Jonathan's. As the credits began to roll she looked over to her companion. Immediately her eyes locked with a pair of icy blue eyes staring back at her. Aura smiled but as she looked closer at Jonathan's face her own smile faded. With a concerned tone she reached out and stroked his cheek with her hand. "Are you feeling okay Jonathan? You're so pale."

Jonathan widened his eyes slightly before smiling reassuringly. "Everything is fine, Aura."

Aura returned his smile and hooked her arms in his as he led them from the movie theater. Jonathan rested his free hand on top of Aura's arm as they walked. "So, are you doing anything tomorrow night Jonathan? For Halloween?"

Aura watched him nervously. A shadow from a passing tree fell over his face, hiding the distant look in the man's eyes, as they stopped beside his parked car. Jonathan had yet to respond to Aura's question which caused her tensions to rise even more. He seemed to be deep in his own thoughts but after a few more tense seconds, his eyes seemed to refocus on Aura's face and his warm smile returned. Though Aura noticed that the smile never reached his icy eyes. "I had plans but they are not set in stone. Is something on your mind, Aura?"

Aura could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as her name was softly whispered from his lips, as though he was savoring the feel of the name leaving his own throat. To hide her discomfort and embarrassment at the coming question she turned away from the young man, looking out across the dark parking lot. "I was wondering if you would like to come Mr. Wayne's Halloween Party tomorrow night. It is a costume party and I don't know if you would be interested in it, but I am going to be there and," Aura sighed as she let her words drift off. Her blush only deepened as the realization of her rambling words drifted in her mind. Jonathan reminded silent. "I would like it if I could see you again, Jonathan."

A few quiet minutes passed with only the autumn bugs chirping in the early evening. Aura felt strong, slender fingers grasp her shoulder firmly pulling her to turn back to the man beside her. Once facing the man, Aura kept her eyes on the ground unable to control the burning in her cheeks. With one hand still on her shoulder, Aura felt a second sent of slender fingers grasping her chin and forcing her head to straighten. Jonathan's icy eyes locked onto hers, holding her gaze with his as his eyes seemed to search her own. The hand on her shoulder traveled down. The fingers wrapping around her waist and coming to rest of the small of her back. Jonathan leaned back against the passenger side of his car, pulling Aura to him. Her body was pressed hard against his slender frame. Aura's hands flew up to rest against his chest. Even through the clothes he wore, Aura could feel the strength behind his small frame. The muscles in his chest flexing taunt under her touch. The hand that once held her chin in place slid down and wrapped around the side of her neck. With a final look straight into her lavender eyes, Jonathan pulled her head closer to his face.

"I would do anything for you. You would only need to ask," Jonathan whispered, his warm breath brushing across her lips. The urge to seal his lips upon the woman pressed against him was almost overwhelming however Jonathan was fully aware of what effect the temptation would have on Aura.

The Scarecrow groaned longingly inside his mind, clawing at the border between their psyches. 'So close, Jonathan. Let me out so that I may taste our Aura.'

'Patience my old friend. She is not quite ready for the eagerness and earnest that you would provide.' Jonathan sounded his own dark laugh inside his mind. 'Tenderness and passion is what Aura needs right now. To know that we love and cherish her is important at this moment, not the overwhelming hardness and roughness that you would surely provide.'

The Rogue silenced himself as he cowed back to the recesses of their shared mind. Jonathan returned his focus to the woman in his embrace. Aura's eyes had drooped after the whispered words he said. Jonathan was about to release his hold on the woman in his arms when the unexpected happened. For the first time in his life, a woman willingly closed the distance between them. Aura pressed her lips hesitantly against his own, her eyes squeezing tightly closed. Jonathan, out of reflex, tightened his hold on Aura and pulled her closer to him. Jonathan felt his own longing rise as he moved to deepen the kiss. His tongue dragged along Aura's lower lip, sucking ever so gently on it to encourage her to part her sweet lips.

Jonathan pulled her closer to him, desperately trying to have her body as close to his as possible. Aura moaned softly as he slipped his tongue into her parted lips and proceeded to explore. Her taste was even sweeter than he could ever have anticipated and his longing and desire to make this woman grew ever more, matching the Rogue locked inside his mind. After what felt like an eternity he parted from Aura, breathless and euphoric. Aura slowly opened her eyes gazing up into his own icy gaze. Jonathan reluctantly lessened his hold on Aura to allow her to move away from him but, again to his surprise, she made no move. Instead Aura reached up to hold his face in her small, pale hands. She pulled him down so that he was once again closer to her face and pressed her lips to his in a brief kiss.

This time when she pulled away Aura stepped back and smiled warmly to him, a light blush still on her cheeks and her lips swollen from their kiss. Jonathan remained leaning against his car, fearing that he would be unable to support himself should he move. After a long silence in which Jonathan simply was content to gaze upon the object of so many of his sleepless nights, Aura cleared her throat. Jonathan chuckled softly. "What is so funny, Jonathan Crane?" she asked, her hands going to her hips.

Jonathan shook his head and sighed, gazing to the side. "You would not want to know. You would find it pathetic." Aura stepped closer to him and poked him roughly in his chest. Jonathan rubbed the spot with mock hurt on his face. "What was that for?"

Aura crossed her hands over her chest. "I asked you what was so funny which means I do want to know, Dr. Crane. So what was so funny?"

Jonathan sighed once more and felt his own cheeks beginning to burn though years of practice allowed him to control the urge to blush. "This was the first time I have ever been kissed." 'A lie, though better she thinks me inexperienced than learn about Scarecrow's extracurricular activities.'

A dark, growling laugh sounded from his mind. 'Yes, spare her the knowledge of the countless women I tortured and raped so that I could bathe in their fear.'

Aura chuckled softly, smiling. "I find that hard to believe but I suppose it fits."

Jonathan furrowed his brows, reading to build his walls up at the slightest instance of her spurn. He was ready to unleash the Rogue on her should her once warm embrace turn cold like so many others. "What do you mean?"

Aura moved closer to him and grasped the handle of the passenger door of his car. Jonathan unlocked it and moved aside to allow her to open it. Before she slipped into the darkened car she locked her beautiful lavender eyes, glowing in the low light of the street lamps, on him. "Just that you are so young yet one of the heads in your field. I can easily see how you sacrificed your personal life so that your professional one could grow, a trait that I admire in you."

Jonathan arched his eyebrow at her words. "You admire my sacrifice?"

Aura gently shook her head. "I admire your ambition and drive. I admire the notion that you seem to know what you want in your life and nothing in this world will stop you from achieving just that."

Joker smiled as he reviewed the video tape freshly recorded. Once it ended the Rogue pulled the tape out and stashed it into his jacket pocket. Harley bounced into the room, her blonde curls swaying as she walked. "The boys are ready Puddin'."

Joker's smile widened as he grasped Harley's neck tightly pulling her to him. Panic filled the blonde as the Joker squeezed her slender neck tighter. "I expect that you will not fail me tonight, Harley. If you do," he tightened his grip until tears began to slip from her blue eyes, "I will not hesitate to cut loose ends."

Roughly he released the woman, throwing her unceremoniously to the ground. Harley scooted back away from him until her back hit the wall. Slowly she regained her breathing and rose from the floor. "I will not fail you Puddin'. The boys are ready to cause distractions across the city to ensure that Bats and the police are divided."

"I will join in the festivities then but remember," he approached Harley, the woman cowering from him fully aware of his tension and wrath. "You hold the most important piece of our plan. Without that tape, Net Runner will slip from my fingers once again as no doubt that shit eater Scarecrow has his talons in the girl. Tomorrow night when this tape airs across the networks, she will know her place as will the Rouges that defy me. They will know that I get what I want and nothing they do will stop me."

Jonathan stretched to his full height as water from his morning shower rolled down his chest and stomach. The towel from the sink was snatch up and roughly run through his brown hair. As the young man walked across his room, the sun glinting off his scarred torso, he toweled off most of the water from his body. Jonathan threw himself back onto his bed, intent on enjoying the last moments he had before he had to dress for work. The towel lay haphazardly across his lap as a hand slipped beneath the soft cotton. Memories of the previous night replayed over in his mind. He took Aura back to Wayne Manor where Jonathan once again found himself pressed against his car with Aura pushing herself into him. Willingly and eagerly she clashed her lips with his, waging a war with their tongues. Jonathan was content to give her full control of their kiss, welcoming her embrace and caress as she explored his chest with her fingers. Though he would have fully enjoyed having her fingers dance across his bare skin, he would not push her into anything she was not ready for. It was imperious that she set the pace of their relationship.

'You must share the taste of our Aura with me. Is she as sweet as I imagine?' Scarecrow whispered in his head.

"Sweeter still, my friend. The taste of her tongue is beyond angelic. The simple touch of her lips was enough to send my mind into overdrive." Jonathan whispered aloud, his hand gripping himself tighter as he lengthened his strokes.

'Jonny, you tease me so. Why do you not let me have a taste of the fruits of your labor?'

The sickeningly sweet tone of the Scarecrow's request struck a raw nerve within Jonathan's breast. Years of masterful deceit allowed him to hide the jealous anger that flared. 'Soon, Scarecrow.' he simply stated. Jonathan lost the passion of his thoughts after the request of his darker half. After drying the last water from his skin he began to dress in a simple black suit with black vest underneath. As he was putting his wallet and phone into his pockets the latter vibrated softly in his hand. Curious at who would contact him this early in the morning Jonathan opened the message on his smartphone.

"Hey Jonathan. I had a wonderful night and can't wait to see you at the party! I hope you love my costume! Don't forget to dress up too. -Aura"

A smile graced his lips as he replied back. Truthfully Jonathan had given no thought to a costume. His thoughts set upon Aura alone. He ate a modest breakfast and slipped into his car. Once in his office inside Arkham did he allow his thoughts to turn to a darker side. 'Your plans for this night, are they completed?'

'Yes, I need only a hour to set the bombs on a timer and then you could be at your little party.' The Scarecrow replied.

'One hour? I shall leave here early then to allow you ample time as soon as the sun goes down. Are you sure that nothing will endanger Aura?' Jonathan divided his attention with his darker half and the patient files infront of him. He read over the new in-patients, marking revisions to their care plans as he felt necessary.

A dark growl issued from the Rogue. 'At your request I have moved all of my activities from around the grounds of Wayne Manor. You easily forget, Jonathan, that I will not harm Aura either.'

Jonathan collected the completed files some time later and exited his office. The stroll to the medical ward was blissfully quiet. Once he was in the confines of the large medical building, he easily found his way through the corridors. The lead medical doctor was awaiting his arrival, sitting behind his overly large, cluttered desk. Jonathan stepped in and placed the patient files onto the desk, adding to the mountain of paperwork. Doctor Barrow gazed up at the younger doctor, the wrinkles on his face becoming deeper as a smile broke out from his face.

"Dr. Crane! If I didn't know any better I would say you had a good night." the older man leaned back in his chair, wiping sweat from his brow.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the man and mastered the smile that seemed to permanently fix itself on his lips since the past night. "I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking about, Dr. Barrow."

His statement only seemed to encourage the man. "Jonathan, Jonathan. For years I have seen you stalking down these halls, a scowl permanently etched onto that marble face of yours. This is the first time I have seen you smile and I mean genuinely smile." Barrow stood up and moved to a small coffeepot in the corner of his office, pouring himself a cup and offering one to his colleague. "Now there are only two things I can think of to put such a warm smile on a man's face. One is news of an elevated position in life but seeing as you are at the top of your field, I do not believe that is the cause." Barrow smiled wider and pointed a finger to Jonathan. "The other reason would be a woman."

Jonathan shifted uncomfortably under the older man's gaze. The twinkle in the man's eye was unnerving. With every dealing that Jonathan had with Jack Barrow one thing always seemed to stand out to him: there was something about this man that prickled the hairs on the back of his neck. The man always seemed to be able to guess exactly what was on someone's mind. Whether the man had psychic abilities or simply was an excellent judge of character, only mastered from so many years in the medical field, Jonathan was unsure. Jonathan remained silent, unsure of whether to let anything of his personal life slide into his professional.

Barrow simply smiled wider at his silence. "Ah, so I have hit the mark." The old doctor swiftly moved from behind his desk and came around, clasping Jonathan's shoulder in a warm embrace. "Congratulations my boy, you of all people here deserve it with all the hard work you put into this asylum. So do you have any holiday plans with the new woman tonight?"

Jonathan leveled his icy eyes in a cautious glare at the man embracing him. Sighing inwardly, Jonathan conceded to himself that the doctor now attached to his shoulder would not let the matter die unless given some form of answer. "I would have my personal affairs removed from Arkham, but if you insist I am attending a costume party thrown by her boss tonight."

Barrow slapped a heavy hand onto Jonathan's slender back, though the hidden strength of the man caused his back to tense but he did not sway from the blow. "Again congratulations my friend and rest assured that anything said in my office is of pure confidence." Barrow took Jonathan's empty cup, returning them to the small corner table. "So a costume party? Have you thought about what you are going as?"

"I've had a few ideas though none have jumped out at me yet." Jonathan smiled. 'Perhaps I shall go as you, Scarecrow. Judge her reactions to the thought of you and me being one.'

'Are you sure that is wise? Unwanted attention could be drawn to us.' The Rogue warned.

Hours later Jonathan found himself standing infront of the mirror in his bedroom. After carefully examining that his Rogue costume was in place and weapons were stored properly, he slipped his glasses from his face and lay them on the dresser. Sighing deeply, Jonathan rubbed his eyes but when he was done Scarecrow looked back at the reflection in the mirror. All control had be relinquished to the Rogue. 'One hour, then you are back here,' came the voice of the good doctor.

"One hour, as agreed." Scarecrow smiled ruefully at the reflection before donning his mask. "I have to say, Jonny, that I am disappointed that my plans had to be altered so severely. However, this will still be one night that Gotham is unlikely to forget."

'As are we.' After the last word rang through the mind of Scarecrow, Jonathan slipped further into the darkness.

With one last look into the mirror, Scarecrow gripped his scythe and slipped from the front door of the home of Jonathan Crane. Since he knew he had limited time, Scarecrow opted to take the black car placed in the alley beside the home. As the beginnings of the Narrows appeared in the windshield, Scarecrow felt a shutter of anticipation travel down his spine. He abandoned the car on the outskirts of the Narrows, ensuring that it would be well enough away from the scene of the crime and therefore would not be suspect. A short run to the first of his stops led him to a small abandoned bus stop, covered now in trash surrounded by low income housing. Though the city transit has stopped its runs into this violence ridden area the Scarecrow would see new life breathed into this area as well as the other five he had chosen, much like this one. Two men in gas masks approached the Rogue as he bent down to remove a layer of trash to reveal shining new steel.

"Scarecrow, everything is set up as you instructed." one of the men stated.

Scarecrow's deft fingers flew over the panel on the steel structure and after a few input codes a green light shown. The Rogue stood to his full height, finally turning to address the two men behind him. "Stand guard and make sure that this bomb does indeed ignite at the proper hour. No one is aware of my plans so it should not prove difficult."

As Scarecrow went to move past the two men, the larger of them reached out and clasped the Rouge's upper arm. Scarecrow froze immediately, hardly registering the gall of the man that dared to touch him. "What about our payment?"

Scarecrow growled low in warning yet the man did not heed its meaning. "You would like your payment?" Scarecrow questioned, a smile breaking out on his face though it was concealed by his mask. As quick as a snake Scarecrow slipped his hand into his needled gauntlet. The needles glinted with malice as they flashed forward before embedding themselves into the man's neck. Scarecrow pressed the hidden buttons under the tips of each of his fingers, dosing the man with enough of his fear toxin to kill the largest of animals. As the needles pulled from the man's neck, stained red with his blood, the body fell to the ground dead from the overdose. The Scarecrow turned his attention to the second man who was backing slowly away. "I trust that you do not hold similar thoughts as your partner?"

The man shook his head quickly. "I understand my job, Scarecrow."

Scarecrow approached the trembling man, savoring the fear in his eyes. Slowly he wiped the blood from the gauntlet onto the man's shirt before returning his weapon to his back. "Your payment will be as previously discussed. Tomorrow morning you will find the cash on your doorstep, your partner's share with it."

The five other sites provided no other hostility between his hired hands. All six bombs were set, the timers awaiting midnight to detonate. While on his way back to the hidden car, a voice sounded from inside his head. 'Setting fear gas to detonate in the more populated sections of the Narrows? This plan of yours seems quite tame compared to previous ones.'

'The bombs will provide the sport I relish as the police attempt to stop the rampaging fear that the Narrows will be gripped in tonight. Those that survive the bloodbath and the toxin will find their minds still turned to nothing better than mush. These survivors will then find themselves within the walls of Arkham where I can further help their delicate state find further darkness.' Scarecrow retorted as he climbed into the vehicle.

A low laugh echoed throughout the inside of his mind. 'I see, so not only do you get to terrorize the general population but in the end we gain more lab rats.'

Bruce knocked softly on the bedroom door, listening intently to the occupant moving within. "Just a minute," Aura called. A few minutes later the door opened to reveal Aura clad in a bathing robe. "Bruce?"

He flashed her a warming smile and motioned to her room. "May I come in?"

"Of course!" Aura moved away from the door to allow him to come in. He moved and gracefully sat on the bench of her vanity, looking at the wig that sat on the stand. Aura started to shake the towel in her hair before disregarding it to a basket in the corner. Her long white hair fell past her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. Bruce's gaze lingered on those unnatural locks before returning to her equally unnatural lavender gaze. A light blush was on her cheeks and she idly played with the silver chain around her neck. "Is everything ready for your party tonight or did you need my help with something?"

Bruce smiled. "I only came to ask if your friend, Doctor Crane was coming tonight?"

Aura froze with her back to him, pausing as she was pulling different make up from a bag. Slowly she turned to face him again, her eyes darkened by something Bruce could not place. "Yes, Jonathan is coming tonight." Her eyes narrowed and her body tensed in defense as she leveled her gaze, locking her eyes onto his own. Her tone remained guarded and cold as she spoke. Bruce could swear that that voice belonged to one of the Rouges. "Bruce, I nor Jonathan ever mentioned him being a doctor."

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat at the slip of his own tongue. Aura was a smart woman, one that held knowledge above all else. A simple statement could produce a well of information for her and the last thing he needed was for this woman with the potential abilities needed to put them to use finding out his darker secrets. He needed her to see him only as her boss and friend, not an enemy. Quickly he sprung a lie, hoping it would suffice for her. "I mentioned to Jim Gordon that you were out last night with Jonathan Crane and he knew the man. Jim told me all about his profession and assured me that Crane would see to your safety while you were with him. I'm sorry that I discussed your personal affairs behind your back but I was worried."

Aura visibly relaxed, "I can understand your concern and it warms my heart to know that I have such a dear friend."

Bruce motioned to the wig on the stand beside him. "You died your wig red, for tonight I presume?"

Jonathan climbed from his car, handing his keys to the valet waiting beside the drive of Wayne Manor. Party goers passed him, dressed in all manners of different ghouls and monsters. He climbed the stairs and entered the grand front doors only to have his path blocked by a man dressed in the traditional kilt of a Scotsman. "Ah, Master Crane. Miss Warren will be pleased that you are joining us tonight. She asked that you be escorted to her private room when you arrived. Please follow me."

Alfred led Jonathan through the many halls of the manor arriving at a heavy oaken door. He knocked softly, bowed to Jonathan, and left the way they had come. After a few seconds the door opened and Aura stepped out. Jonathan froze in his place, his breath hitching in his throat, and his blood turning cold. Scarecrow howled inside him, clawing at his mind. Aura smiled, "You're a mad scientist? That's amazing." She laughed and smiled warmly before twirling her golden cane, her loose red curls bouncing on her shoulders with most of the rest of her hair beneath a green bowler. Aura gave him a wink and struck a pose, the cane tucked under her arm. "What do you think? I'm the Riddler," she laughed softly with her smile widening.