"Where have you been this evening?" Danny wondered from his sister as soon as she entered the home, she shut the door, quickly locking it before resting against the thickness of the wood, her eyes staring at the floor as if it held some great mystery. What had just happened?

"Mads," Danny said her name lowly and she looked up to him, taking in the way he arched a brow in her direction and looked on contemplatively. She forced herself to smile, nodding quickly as she did so, trying to assure him that everything was okay.

"I went out for dinner with Doctor Crane," she explained. "We had a mutual decision to do it. You know we haven't been getting along and we really should do as colleagues."

"Is that so?" Danny checked, folding his arms against the uniform which he still wore as he waited for the clock to strike eleven so that he could leave for the graveyard shift. Madison tried to nod and smile, finding it increasingly hard to lie to her brother about what she had just witnessed. Jonathan had turned in front of her. He'd been pleasant and chatty one second and then the next he was demanding for her to get out and leave him alone.

"Yes," she nodded. "Look, I'd best get to bed. I'm completely shattered and you should be going to work soon, shouldn't you?"

"Ten minutes," Danny confirmed, checking the silver watch which sat on his wrist as Madison kicked her heels off in the hallway by the other shoes and kissed her brother on the cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she smiled, trying to turn away before he grabbed onto her wrist and drew her back to him, searching her green eyes for the vaguest hint of the truth as she pushed her lips together.

"Are you sure that you're okay?"

"Danny," Madison complained to him with a roll of her eyes. "I'm fine. I'll see you later."

"You know that I'm here if you need to talk," he called out after her as she took to the steps. She stood frozen for a second, her shoulders slumping downwards before she shook her head, tossing her hair behind her and then moving into her room, giving herself all the time she needed to think about what just happened.

...

Jonathan sat at his desk later that evening, his hands frantically scribbling on the papers before him, declaring the sane insane and the insane even more loony than they had previously thought possible. He supposed it was the joys of being the head psychiatrist along with having the privilege of trying to bring Gotham to its knees.

How he was enjoying making the toxin.

His mind occasionally wandered back to the earlier conversation which he and Madison had partaken in and he shuddered gently, thinking about how the voice had made an unscheduled appearance. He'd been rude to her and horrible. She had only just offered to be a friend. She thought that she was being nice.

Friends are for the weak.

"Now, now," Jonathan mumbled, hearing the barking inside of his head whilst he finally signed his name on the last piece of paper. He threw his head back, his hands running up and down his cleanly shaven cheeks and under the frame of his glasses whilst he thought about what Madison would think of him.

He'd frightened her. He had worried her and he didn't know what he felt about it. He certainly knew how he felt about it. He'd rejoiced in the marvel that was fear. But, he wasn't Jonathan. He was the other part to Jonathan. No, the head psychiatrist was confused. He didn't mean to scare her. He just wanted for her to leave him alone. He wanted her to get out of the car so that the voice didn't act on its fantasies.

He'd set things right. Madison was a woman and an easily readable one at that. He didn't know why he felt the need to get back into her good books. But, he wanted to do just that.

...

"Wow," Rachel drawled out, dropping the usual case file onto her desk before looking at her intern's, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the large bouquet which sat there. Madison peered from around the yellow roses, looking at Rachel as she took a seat in her leather chair and rested her hands onto her thighs as she crossed her legs. "Someone has certainly done something. Who are they from?"

"Did you know that yellow roses indicate friendship? Platonic friendship. That is all."

"I see," Rachel replied back to her, looking onto the flowers as she did so. "You didn't answer the question."

"Doctor Crane sent them," Madison mumbled back, looking at the card on her desk which had come with them. He had simply offered her his apologies for the previous night, indicating that he was simply feeling under the weather and had meant no offence by anything. He said that he had hoped the roses showed what he wished to convey. And so Madison had to look on Google to find out the definition of roses due to Mr Cryptic not being so obvious.

"Doctor Crane?" Rachel checked with her intern and she nodded, pulling the bobble in her hair tighter onto her ponytail as she did so, shaking her head in disbelief before burying it into her hands. "I met him this morning in court. He was giving a testimony. He seemed...interesting."

"Interesting?" Madison spoke, wondering if Rachel would expand on her definition of interesting as Madison pushed her chair to the side of the desk where she could see her mentor, the flowers not obstructing her view as she did so.

"Yes," Rachel confirmed. "He didn't seem like the kind of man who would send flowers. He seemed distant and slightly...well..."

"You can say what you want," Madison replied, eyeing her flowers up and down as she did so. "We only have a platonic friendship."

"Well, he seemed cold," Rachel finally spoke. "It was like he wanted to distance himself from everyone."

"Yeah," Madison drawled gently. "He's like that."

"And you seem put out that he sent you yellow roses," Rachel observed, standing back up and moving around her office whilst Madison shrugged, trying to be breezy about the situation. Rachel focused her attention back onto the filing which she was doing whilst Madison looked down at the notes she had been making.

"I'm fine with platonic friendship. If anything it is a step up from what we were before," she admitted to the woman who bit down on her bottom lip but nodded in agreement with what she had just said. She tried to contain the smirk which she wanted to form, knowing that Madison was in denial about the good Doctor.

"It is," she confirmed. "It's just a step below the one which you wanted to reach, isn't it?"

"No!" Madison squeaked out, her voice reaching an octave which many dogs would be able to understand.

"You're trying to deny it and you're failing terribly," Rachel informed her. "I've been in love before, Madison. I know what it is like."

"I am most certainly not in love with him," Madison promised Rachel, almost falling off of her chair as she scooted it behind her to the cabinet file. "We're not even on a first name basis."

"But you're not denying any attraction?"

"I never said anything," Madison responded in a mutter. "It really isn't important. We're just friends...I mean...look at the roses..."

"Yes," Rachel nodded, her eyes still scanning the open drawer in front of her before she grabbed the file and pulled it out, looking back to Madison as she slammed the metal shut. "And just think how much happier you'd be feeling if the roses were red right now."

Rachel took in the shocked look on Madison's face before she left her office with one smirking intern.

...

"Doctor Crane," Madison greeted Jonathan when she saw him enter her office. Her voice was one of surprise as the Doctor closed the door gently, his eyes looking back onto the flowers which sat on her desk as Madison stood up to greet him, almost tripping up over her own feet before she moved around the desk. "What are you doing here?"

"I've just been in court," Jonathan replied to her. "I asked Miss Dawes if it would be possible to see you. I just wanted to make sure you got my flowers."

"Yes...thank you...there was no need to have sent them," Madison assured him, stammering over her choice of words whilst Jonathan took the time to raise a hand to stop her.

"Well, is it not customary for men to send women flowers when they've behaved out of term?" he asked, a brow rose in her direction as he said. "I was just following tradition."

"Right," Madison nodded. He hadn't sent them because he wanted to. He had sent them because it was the right thing to do. He'd sent them because it had been logical to do so in his mind. "So what was last night about?"

"I was simply tired," Jonathan promised her quickly. "I didn't mean to be so snappy with you."

"It's fine," Madison declared to him, shrugging gently as she did so. "Anyway, thanks for the flowers. I'd best be getting back to work."

She moved back to her seat, hiding behind the bouquet as Jonathan narrowed his eyes, looking around in confusion. She had clearly just dismissed him.

"Your mood has changed ever since I told you about the flowers," he observed and heard her snort before he took a seat in the chair opposite Rachel's desk seeing as how Madison only had one at hers. "Was it not the right thing to do?"

"It was fine," Madison mumbled. "You've certainly followed stereotype."

"Excuse me?" Jonathan asked, wondering what she was harping on about before she moved out from her hiding spot and looked at him.

"You're supposed to send flowers to a girl because you want to, not just because you've heard it is what you're supposed to do," Madison declared to him and he folded his legs and his arms, looking at her challengingly.

"If every male in the world sent flowers because he wanted to then many florists would be out of business. They do it because it is expected of them," Jonathan spoke back to her and Madison shook her head at him and he rolled his eyes. "Are you really annoyed just because I sent you flowers? Did you want me to want to send you flowers?"

Madison took a moment to understand the question which he had just asked her before she shrugged once in his direction and twirled her pen in her hand.

"It might have made the gesture seem kinder," she simply spoke out and Jonathan grinned. It wasn't the reaction she had been expecting from him. She had become accustomed to his eye rolls and exasperated sighs. "They're beautiful, anyway."

"I thought so, too," Jonathan spoke, standing back up and picking his briefcase up. "I chose them, also. Miss Dawes did tell me another thing on my way up."

"What was that?" Madison asked, looking back onto her paperwork as Jonathan made his way over to the doorway.

"She informed me that the colour red may be more apt."

Madison took her glaze from the writing and back onto the grinning Doctor as he nodded in her direction, realising that she wasn't going to say anything in response to that.

"Good day, Madison."

He closed the door behind him and Madison allowed his goodbye to echo in her ears. Had he just called her by her first name when she was coherent and sober? Had he been grinning about the flowers? She shook her head quickly, glancing onto the yellow flowers as she did so.

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A/N: So, not many reviews recently, just leave me a quick word to let me know if you're interested so far, please?