TC Stark: So sorry I've taken a while to get this out. I know I have been updating To Serve Man more often than this. It's just, there's so many components to this story that I really want to take my time. So, I hope you all think its worth it. We have only just begun our journey to the tip of the iceberg! Tisiphone, as always thank you so much for your reviews. I love smuttiness, it makes me very happy lol I want to stay true to Crane, while also showing he is a human being inside. DearNoah- I am so happy you like the story! While writing, I do feel I'm being harsh on Bruce, but Jonathan is an unforgiving man. Thank you always for everyone's continued support!

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Chapter Ten

"You can't be serious."

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

It had been about three days since Jonathan Crane invaded Bruce Wayne's mansion. As Lucius Fox predicted, it had taken three days for him to recover. After that short period of time, the vigilante awoke groggy and drained. The toxin used had been unlike any he had experienced in the past. Far worse then the effects he experienced the first time and at the policeman's banquet.

If the doctor knew about Bruce's friendship with Roxanne all along, then he had been stewing in anger for all that time. Each day he could have grown angrier and allowed his mind to dive further into his sickness. He had never been aware of Crane's Dissociative Identity Disorder; other than when Roxanne informed him. That night he had realized it was true. There was another voice inside the man's head that, because of his jealousy; he allowed to take over.

The toxin was a forewarning. As horrible as if had been to be poisoned and have his car set afire, Bruce knew Crane could and would do worse. He wouldn't hesitate to unleash hell if the friendship with his wife continued. It was the first time since creating Batman that he feared for Alfred's safety. This wasn't an attack on the masked vigilante. It was an attack on Bruce Wayne and nothing would be held back to get his point across.

As much as it pained him, Batman needed to tell Jim Gordon. Not of the attack on Bruce Wayne. But about the marriage. He knew the older man had to have been worried about Roxanne. Although it had been a while since the two spoke, Jim looked at the young woman as almost a daughter. He had been the one to assign her to Crane; once he was released. There was a pang of responsibility that surged through his stomach. Guilt. If he had never asked her to do his dirty work, she may have been spared from this life.

Gordon sat on the back porch of his house and pinched the bridge of his nose in despair, "She's been with him the past two years? Wh…I don't even know what to do. They have spousal privilege. She can't tell us where he is."

"We need to save her. We owe her that."

Jim nodded and sided, "I guess I'll pick her up."

"No," Batman rasped, "I'll find her."

News of Roxanne's disappearance had slowly stopped being discussed on the news. Rather it was replaced by Bruce Wayne. More importantly his dangerous behavior. In a way, she was happy that the focus on her had been lifted. It was hard to see her face on television everyday. She was still viewed as a victim. She was happy about that, but she was sick of the lie.

She was also upset that Bruce's reputation had once again been soiled. All of Gotham viewed him as a shallow partier, who flung his money around carelessly. Roxanne knew that he wasn't at all like the persona he put on for the public. None of them knew who he really was. What he really did for the city.

With a sigh, she shut the book she had been reading. It was one that Jonathan had lying around his house. Being away from Arkham had depressed her a little. Psychology was her passion and if she couldn't go back to work, then she would read. At least that way, her mind was still active.

While Roxanne was simply a psychologist, Jonathan was also a psychiatrist. His studies went far beyond simply asking a patient how they felt. Chemicals and prescriptions had never been an interest to her. She was fascinated with the mind and that was it. Her husband on the other hand, was also interested in the affects drugs had on someone's mind. And what better way to see the effects, then to make his own medicine?

While she was a cognitive and personality psychologist, he was a biological psychologist. Roxanne knew the basics of what she needed to treat patients, but she always wanted to be hands on. To talk one on one with someone. People weren't always so black and white, where who they were could be determined by the structure of the brain. They were far more interesting than that.

Simple brain structure couldn't explain why Jonathan was who he was. The doctor could have such labels as a psychopath, having dissociative identity disorder, conduct disorder, and a mild case of OCD, but none of that could explain why he was who he is. She wasn't even sure his past could have. Perhaps it would have been easy to say that that was the way he was born or that he learned that behavior, but it couldn't be so black and white.

When the redhead was first assigned Crane, she had mixed emotions about it. Sure, every psychology major wanted an extreme case like the Joker. Especially an intern. At the time, she viewed him as some doctor who simply got carried away. In a way, she had told the truth when she criticized him; saying the only way he could scare people was by poisoning him. But, upon having him as a patient and being involved with him, she found his case was far more interesting than anyone else.

She knew he viewed her in the same light. It had been apparent since they met. Perhaps she hadn't realized it at the time, but he had saw right through her lie; when he was her patient. He knew her parents were still alive and there was something deeper to her. Ever since they met, he had found her interesting and looked to see how far he could push her, before she snapped.

Maybe they were both sick, for viewing their spouse as an experiment or a specimen. And maybe that's why they did work well together, despite being on opposite sides of the fence. Roxanne would never support his views and would never make the leap over to his side. But, wasn't love about accepting what the other believed in? Hadn't he?

"Your thoughts?" Jonathan asked, after noticing his wife staring off into the distance.

Crane's voice brought Roxanne back to reality. Turning, from her position curled up in an arm chair; she asked, "Is there anyway you can have one of your men drive me back to my apartment?"

"Leaving me so soon?"

Roxanne couldn't help, but smile at the coyness in his voice. Tilting her chin up, she responded with a smirk, "It looks like I'm going to be here for a while and I'd like my clothes."

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Don't you have clothes here?"

"Are you really questioning a woman about clothes?"

Jonathan snickered, while commenting, "You are no ordinary woman."

"So, is that a yes?"

It hadn't taken long for a goon to pull up, outside the building; and wait for Roxanne. Crane's men knew what would happen to them if they disobeyed orders. Right now, this specific man's order was to drive Mrs. Crane safely to her apartment and make sure she returned in the same condition.

Roxanne wasn't his slave, nor his hostage. She was allowed to leave whenever she wanted. Do whatever she wanted. But, they both knew how searched for she was. She had been smart asking for a ride, this way she wasn't forced to sit out in the open, on a subway train. Someone would surely recognize her, since her face had been plastered on every news station.

Are you sure letting Red out was a good idea? If Jim Gordon knows the truth about her, don't you think he has her apartment staked out?

And don't you know there is reason behind everything I do?

I'm starting to like this already.

"Wait out here." Roxanne instructed, once the goon pulled up to her apartment.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. Boss wouldn't want you going up alone."

Roxanne wasn't one who was entirely comfortable with this lifestyle. But, she felt the need to use it in this case, "I'm not sure Jonathan would be too comfortable with another man watching as I go through my closet. There may be a few inappropriate articles of clothing that he would be upset if he found out you saw."

The mere mention of Crane and possible punishment shut the goon right up. It wasn't very nice to threaten him, but she really did want to be left alone. She didn't like the men that worked for her husband. They were all low level criminals, with no class or morals. The car ride was uncomfortable enough as it was; she didn't need it to continue any further.

Her apartment had become a foreign place for her. Everything looked new and strange. As if she didn't own any of it. Had she really? Before being hired at Arkham, her only income was the money that Stacey gave her. The money paid for everything. The apartment, the car, the furniture. Everything that was in the apartment was because of her aunt. Maybe that's why it felt foreign there and right at Jonathan's.

Even her clothes felt foreign. Some outfits reminded her of a past life. One without Jonathan in it. What would have happened to her? Would she have continued a shelled life, where her past haunted her? Would she have gotten the job at Arkham? Would she have still met Bruce? Sometimes life really was a series of what ifs?

Roxanne let out a small scream, upon leaving her bedroom. Dropping all the clothes in her arms, she grabbed at her chest and gasped, "You need to stop doing that."

It was like déjà vu. Batman in her living room. Clearly upset. She couldn't blame him this time, though. He wasn't amused, nor was he mad. He was upset and disappointed. Roxanne could tell that over the years, he had developed feelings for her. Whether they were ones of friendship or more, she knew he considered them close. And they had been. She just couldn't tell him.

Frowning, Roxanne apologized, "I'm sorry for what he did to you. I-I didn't know."

"Didn't you?" He demanded sadly.

"I knew he was going to do something, just not what," Her eyes shifted downwards for a moment, before looking back up at him, "I didn't want to tell him. I was afraid of what he would do to you. But, I can't lie to him."

"But, you can lie to me?"

His words hurt her, "I'm sorry."

"You've been hiding him for two years. If you were scared, you should have came to me."

"It's not that simple."

Batman frowned even more. His heart truly broken, "How can I believe, anything you ever said to me? How do I know that you weren't involved with the banquet attack. If he really forced you to kill your aunt?"

At this, her mouth hung open and she pleaded, "You have to believe me. I'm not a criminal. I know what's right and I know what's wrong. I don't even have thoughts like that. I want nothing to do with that lifestyle. I just…fell in love with the wrong man. The only one who understood me. What I've been through."

"I could have, if you had allowed me. He's not well, Roxanne. You know that. He's getting worse. He's going to hurt you."

Frowning, Roxanne practically whispered, "I trust him."

Frowning, he asked, "I thought you wanted a better life. A career at Arkham. Friends. Success. How could you have married him?"

Roxanne wasn't surprised that Jonathan had flaunted the fact they were married, in front of Bruce Wayne. Sighing, she replied, "Because I love him."

They both knew what Batman would do. He didn't care about spousal privilege. He was above the law. A vigilante. It was so familiar. Turning around, putting her hands behind her back. The feel and sound of cuffs snapping around her wrist. The only thought that went through her head was, her driver was a dead man.

The media may have still regarded Roxanne as a victim, but the police knew the truth. It was written on their faces, as she was pulled through the police station. Batman hadn't said a single word to her. Not that she blamed him. Even she was speechless. She was back in custody once again.

The look on Jim's face was probably what upset her the most. He looked as if he had aged ten years. His hair grayer than she remembered. There were more lines on his face. She had been fully dedicated to the job that he had give her and now, she was married to Jonathan Crane. He couldn't help, but feel responsible.

As Batman brought her closer , Jim explained, "My wife has been calling me nonstop. I have to get home," He then motioned towards a free cell, "I'll talk with her in the morning."

The caped crusader nodded, as Roxanne turned, "It's not your fault, Jim."

You know its been six hours since Red left. Maybe she left the city.

And go where? What need does she have to flee Gotham?

To get away from you.

Your mockery of my marriage is very tiring. Can't you pick on something else to make fun of?

Your bleeding heart.

That falls under the marriage category.

Then I have nothing.

"Hey, Crane, get out of your head for a minute."

Jonathan turned, from his position at a bar counter in the Narrows, to see Harley Quinn plopping herself down besides him. She was looking chipper than usual. Her eyes shined brightly with sadistic joy and her mouth was curved up in a constant smile. Not genuine of course. But, she wanted to idolize her little boyfriend's philosophy as much as possible.

Oh great.

Rolling his eyes, the doctor picked up his glass of scotch, before asking, "And to what do I owe the pleasure, Harleen."

"Harley. Get it right. Hey! Bartender! The usual!" She then turned back to him, her grin wider than ever, "Little birdie told me your little girlfriend's locked up."

"Wife," He corrected, before taking a sip, "Would that bird be Two-Face?"

The bartender came around and set a glass of vodka before the Clown Princess, before walking away. She took a sip of her drink, before shrugging, "Who else would it be? And oh, wife, huh? How'd you manage that one? Did you scare her into marrying you?"

Jonathan snarled, while correcting, "I asked and she said yes. Jealous?"

Snorting, Harley pointed out, "Its all a farce. An illusion to make couples feel better about their shitty relationships."

"You know, Harley, I'm surprised you feel that way. You always seemed like the type to want the white picket fence, the husband, and the litter of annoying little brats."

After another sip, she cooed, "Only to annoy you. I'd be careful who you mock, Johnny-Boy, you don't even want to know what Mr. J and I could do to you."

"I'm not interested in your little sex games. What do you want?"

Both their drinks were finished. The bartender instantly refilled their glasses, before letting them be again. When he did walk away, Harley turned and replied in a lighter tone, "I just wanted to say I'm impressed that you're keeping your end up of the agreement. Even at the expense of your wife."

Now, this is the good stuff.

Another sip, "It'll be better for the both of us in the end. As long as everyone sticks to the plan."

"Don't you think that's a little hard for a group of criminally insane people?"

"It actually might be hard for you and Mr. J to stick to any kind of plan, but as I stated before; it'll pay off in the end. If you all just keep that in mind, you'll be able to cause as much unorganized chaos as you want." Jonathan explained.

"And what if Red doesn't cooperate?"

I've often thought that myself.

She doesn't need to do anything. I'm a respectful husband, I know she wouldn't be part of this plan willingly.

So that's why you let her go today, huh?

Not bothering to reply to Scarecrow, Jonathan answered, "As I said; it'll be better for us in the end."