Angela awoke in the late afternoon. She hadn't fallen asleep until five in the morning, due to the fearful thoughts that bombarded her in the night. It didn't help that she'd had the dream again as well, but this time the figure had come much closer. Whoever, or whatever, was approaching her in her dreams was hell bent on not letting her get a good nights sleep.

She sat in her bed for a few minutes, contemplating what her plan of action was going to be. Face her fears and check to see if Doctor Crane was still in her apartment, or let it be for a while?

She decided she would hold off on going into the living room a while longer. She pulled her laptop from under her bed and decided to do a bit of studying until she heard her stomach grumble loudly. She sighed and buried her face in her hands. She needed to eat. The problem was that in order to get to the kitchen she had to cross through the living room.

She huffed and rose from her spot on the bed. Angela took a moment before opening the door to try and steady her breath and prepare herself for whatever surprise may be waiting for her behind that door. She slowly opened the door and peeked around the corner into the living room. To her surprise Jonathan was still in the apartment, and even more surprising, he was fast asleep on the couch.

Angela made her way quietly into the kitchen and tried to be as silent as possible as she made herself a sandwich. As she left the kitchen she almost dropped her food when she saw Jonathan sitting upright on the couch.

"You're not as quiet as you seem to think you are."

Angela chose to take a bite of her sandwich and ignore him as she headed back to her room.

"You didn't make me anything?" he called to her as she was about to close her door.

She stopped midway, turned, and walked back out into the living room. "Are you kidding me? Do you seriously think I would make you something to eat after what happened last night? And last I checked, I told you to get the hell out of here."

"Actually, you said you wanted me out of here before you left for work. You're not leaving for work yet, are you? And besides," he held up his bound wrists, "I'm stuck here until you set me free." He said the last bit with a look of feigned innocence.

She bit her lip in frustration. "I'm not an idiot, Doctor Crane. I know you can easily get out of those, they were just a precaution. You could have been long gone by now, so why are you still here?"

"I thought it might be rude to leave unannounced." She couldn't tell if it was a lie or if he legitimately meant it.

Angela stood there for a moment, trying to search his eyes for the truth, but as usual, he gave away nothing. She marveled at how robotic and calculated his actions could be at times; every movement and word chosen solely for the purpose of keeping her on her toes. He gave a boyish smile when he noticed her trying to figure him out. She frowned in response.

Angela grabbed the remote to her tiny living room TV and tossed it to him. "Keep yourself occupied for now and I'll let you out as I'm leaving. I've got a paper to write today so don't bother me."

"I think it might be better if you gave me a book," he said as he set the remote down on the coffee table.

Angela let out a frustrated breath and walked over to her small bookshelf. "Which one?"

"One from the bottom shelf. Doesn't matter which."

Angela arched a brow, "One of my text books, seriously?"

He simply nodded and she picked one at random and set it on the coffee table. Without another word she retreated back into her room to finish her sandwich and start her paper. She spent hours flipping between her notes and switching between internet tabs trying to think of the best way to go about the topic of her research paper. By the time she had completed and sent it in she checked the time to see that it was nearly seven-o-clock.

"Crap," She mumbled as she slapped her laptop closed and scrambled off her bed. She grabbed her work clothes before running past Jonathan in the living room and into the bathroom.

Jonathan had been completely immersed in the medical textbook before he heard Angela's scrambling movements as she exited her room. As she was passing through the living room he took note of the clothes she was carrying in her arms. Slung over her arm was what looked to be a pair of black jeans, a leotard, and a pair of bunched up tights. As she shut the door he tilted his head in thought; he was still curious about where she worked.

Once Angela reemerged from the bathroom, she was showered, fully dressed, and was even wearing a bit of makeup. "Alright, let's go, I'm running late." She tossed him one of the t-shirts she had bought for him and walked over to cut open the zip ties that were restraining him. She paused for a moment before snipping through the plastic ties and looked up to search his eyes.

"I won't hurt you, Angela." He sounded sincere enough, but she wasn't entirely convinced.

"It's a bit late for me to take your word on that, Doctor Crane," She retorted as she held up her wrist to show the bracelet of purple bruises she wore.

"I suppose you're right," he chuckled, "but at least I've already promised not to kill you. It's the best I've offered anyone before, so count yourself lucky"

She shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, but she cut the zip ties restraining his wrists none the less. All she really wanted was to be rid of him once and for all. She offered her hand to help him up off the couch but instead of grabbing her hand he grabbed her bruised wrist to help himself up. She winced, but as she looked down she noticed the thin line of bruising around his wrists that the zip ties had left.

Jonathan chuckled as he released her. "Charming," He said.

"What is?"

"They're like friendship bracelets," he said as he held his bruised wrist close to hers.

"I'm not your friend."

"Oh, now you've gone and bruised my ego as well."

Angela shook her head and walked over to her coat rack as Jonathan slipped the t-shirt she gave him over his head. He noticed her slip on her work vest and saw that it had a name tag on it. He saw a small logo on the tag but was unable to read it before she slipped her coat on over her vest and buttoned up.

"Let's get out of here," She murmured as she stepped into her high heels.

Angela had opened the door no more than a few inches before the knob slipped from her grip and the door slammed shut. She looked over her shoulder to see the thin arm connected to the spidery hand that had pushed the door out of her grip. Her reflexes were quick as she reached into her coat pocket for her taser, but Jonathan was much quicker.

As she moved to press the taser into his side he grabbed her wrist and slammed it into the door above her head. There was the sharp sound of electric current as her thumb was still on the button that triggered the weapon. He wrestled the weapon from her grip and dropped it into the back pocket of his sweatpants. She attempted to fend him off with her free hand but he was quick to bring it up against the door to join the other. He held both her wrists in place with just one of his slender hands.

Angela shook with fear as she looked up into Doctor Crane's eyes. His pupils were blown wide, and his usually icy blue eyes had gone a stormy gray. Though his eyes indicated a sense of adrenaline or excitement, his face remained calm as ever. He reached down and deftly began to undo the buttons of her coat with one hand. She wanted to scream and fight out of his grip, but those eyes had shocked her into silence.

"Relax, Angela. I'm just taking a look at your name tag." He noticed she was still tense and he could feel her pulse racing under his hold, but she looked considerably less frightened once she realized that his plans were considerably less nefarious from what she initially thought he might do.

He pushed her coat aside and took a closer look at the small name tag on her vest. Angela watched him closely; afraid to make a sound as he narrowed his gaze on her tag.

Jonathan looked to the small pink logo that read 'My Alibi'. "That's what I thought it said," he murmured. As he looked back to her he realized she was beginning to regain her composure.

"What the fu-"

He clamped his free hand over her mouth and gave a sardonic smile. "It's my turn to interrupt. If you have something to say, keep it low. No screaming. Understand?"

She mumbled something under his hand and, though it was near incomprehensible, he still understood what she said. "No, you're not going to be late to work," he replied. "You're not going into work today, because after today there won't be any work for you to go to."

There was another mumble from under his hand. He was enjoying the fire visibly lighting behind her eyes as she became increasingly infuriated by his actions to keep her quiet. His smile grew as he asked, "I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite understand you that time."

Angela's brow scrunched as she glared at him and her face reddened.

"I'll answer your questions in a moment, Angela. But I want you to go sit on the couch and don't scream when I move my hand away. I trust you know what will happen if you try anything?"

Angela took a moment to think of what she could possibly do to keep herself from becoming prisoner in her own home. She didn't know what would happen if she didn't participate in his plans, and she didn't want to find out. She knew he was much stronger than her, even though he should still be healing from his injuries. He was far more skilled at fighting and defending himself and though she hated to admit it, he was smarter than her as well. Begrudgingly, Angela nodded her head in agreement to his plan.

"Good," he said as he leveled his gaze at her before releasing the hold on her wrists and over her mouth. He grabbed her by the elbow and pushed her towards the couch. She sat down as Jonathan grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and happily plopped down on the couch next to her.

"Why won't you let me go?"

He flipped through the channels until he landed on Gotham City News. He stretched his lanky limbs to get comfortable on the couch before turning to her; seemingly happy to answer her question. "Because an associate of mine has just delivered a lovely supply of top hats to the show girls at My Alibi," he said with a wicked smile, "and you and I are going to sit here and enjoy the show."

AN: Shame on me. It's been another entire week since I've updated.

Anyway, not much to mention in the authors notes this chapter because I'm exhausted and need to get some sleep. But eeyyyy, more rogues on the way!

Now this is the part where I beg for reviews.