'Are you alright?'
Liam rolled his eyes. 'Yeah, Jim, I'm fine. I took self defense classes when I was younger', he spoke.
'Looks like you're digging holes, and Falcone's feeling it under his feet', Gordon sighed.
Liam shook his head. 'It's not Falcone, Jim. I went to see Crane a while back, to talk about the case -'
'Wait…you went there behind my back?' Gordon interrupted him.
'I might have. But that's not the point. I leave and within a week, I have a hired gun after me. If that's not a coincidence I don't know what is', Liam argued.
'Son, I'm really sorry, but going to have to remove you from this investigation. This case went cold months ago', Gordon sighed.
Liam's eyes widened. No…Jim couldn't do that. He was finally getting somewhere with his case. He was getting under Crane's skin. If he kept going…he would lash out eventually. 'Jim please…I'm so close', he nearly pleaded.
'I'm sorry, Liam. But you left me no choice.'
Liam crossed his arms. He wouldn't stop, he knew that. He was going to find that girl and bring her back to her family.
…
Diana was busy cleaning up the house the other day. Sighing, she went into Jonathan's office, finding so much paperwork scattered everywhere. She pulled a face, but carefully began to gather them. One in particular caught her eye. It showed a blue flower, with a long description underneath it.
'Once pulverized and inhaled, the flower caused intense hallucinations', she read quietly.
Somehow, reading that triggered a memory of Adam, at the night of the fire. How he had suddenly lost his mind.
Her mouth dropped and in shock, she released the paper. No…it couldn't be…
She stumbled against his desk, breathing heavily, whilst tears filled her eyes. Jonathan had used this on Adam? That's why he had suddenly gone crazy? More importantly…how had Jonathan gotten those flowers? If she had read correctly, they only grew in the high mountains of India.
Part of her knew why Jonathan had done it; so she would see Adam as someone whom was mentally insane.
She sank through her knees, as she began to cry, burying her face into her hands, as she remembered how close she had let him to her. What had she done?
…
By the time Jonathan got back, Diana was stirring the tomato-soup in the pot. She swallowed the thick lump in her throat.
She could barely move, as he moved over to her and kissed her cheek. She tightened her grip on the wooden spoon in her hand.
He noticed her change in mood almost immediately. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist. 'What's wrong?' he murmured.
'Why did you give Adam those hallucinogens? Wasn't leaving him for dead enough?' she asked.
He let go of her and she watched his jaw tighten. 'What -'
'Next time you ask me to clean your office…hide the evidence', she told him off.
'Diana -'
'Just don't, okay?! You don't get to be righteous with me after you ruined my life!' she snarled.
'Ruined your life? If it weren't for me…your stepfather would still be alive to torment you!' he snarled back.
Her face fell at his words. He had killed her stepfather? He had gone that far to protect her? Tears filled her eyes. She put her hands on her head. She felt as if her head was going to explode.
He wanted to reach for her, but she darted away.
'G-get away from me…' she choked out.
He easily caught her by her arm. She started to squirm.
'No! Don't touch me! You're insane!'
She cried out, as he forced her up against the wall behind her, holding her still as she squirmed.
'Insane? My dear, I am many things, but I'm not insane. I'm so in love with you…I'd kill for you, just so we could be together. They would've never allowed it otherwise', he sighed.
She didn't answer. It was true. Sylvia and Richard would've never allowed her to have a relationship with him…
His eyes went to the ring around her finger.
'And if you had truly been so upset…you would've taken off my ring. You can't look into my eyes and say you don't love me', he told her.
Her eyes widened. She bit hard on her bottom lip. It was true; she did love him.
'Go on. Tell me you don't love me', he tested her.
She broke down crying. She couldn't! She was just as sick in the head as he was. Despite all he had done, she couldn't bring herself to betray him. She loved him too much for that.
'I-I c-can't…' she sobbed.
'Oh shush', he pulled her close; 'I love you, Diana…so much…' he whispered.
'I'm so confused', she choked.
He kissed her hair. 'Listen to your heart. What does it say?' he asked.
She looked up to his blue eyes. She felt her fear and confusion melt away, no matter how wrong it seemed. She still loved him.
She softly kissed his lips.
'Good girl', he murmured. He pressed his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue. She moaned quietly. He hoisted her up, only to let her lay down onto the dining-table. She stared at him, embarrassed as he took a seat and spread her legs.
'What are you -' 'Hush', he cut her off.
She felt her face grow even warmer, as he removed her dress, leaving her in her thin, white underwear and stockings. He kissed her hipbone.
'J-Jonathan…' she whined.
He rubbed her thighs. 'Relax…' he whispered.
She took in a deep breath. How could she relax? She was laying on the dining-table with his face between her legs! She couldn't –
She yelped, at his firm hands gripping her thighs, to pull them over his shoulders, bringing her closer to him. She could feel him breathe against her through her underwear and it left her so embarrassed.
'I-I need to check on dinner -'
'No, you don't. You're going to stay like a good, obedient, little girl and let me ease your stress', he spoke.
She got chills from his sudden dominance, but couldn't help but feel extremely aroused by it. She slowly relaxed, making him chuckle. He got up, to lean over her. His pelvis pressed against her and the friction caused her to moan softly.
He bent down, to kiss her neck, while his hands moved to her breasts. Her mouth dropped. She put her hands against his chest, but he was having none of that. He took hold of her wrists, putting them above her head. 'Stay', he commanded.
'B-But -'
'Ah ah…' he cut her off.
She swallowed, nodding in obedience. He moved back to her neck, planting firm, nipping kisses there. She could feel her breathing thicken, as his hands kneaded her breasts. But her bra was in the way…it irritated her she couldn't feel his skin properly…
'Please…take it off', she asked.
He grinned against her neck. 'So impatient…but I will bide my time, Diana. I will take off your clothes when I want them off', he grinned.
She whined quietly. He was being so mean…
He trailed kisses down her collarbone, and breast. His hands moved to cup her breasts, while his lips roamed her chest. Her body eagerly took in his ministrations.
She tried not to reach for him, but found that incredibly difficult. Why couldn't she just touch him?
She let out a cry of pleasure, as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, and began to rub the other quite harshly through the thin fabric.
'Oh…Jonathan…' she moaned.
He pressed his pelvis tighter against her, leaving her with so much friction and tension boiling in her lower abdomen. She tried to move a little, but he was merciless.
'P-Please!' she pleaded.
He laughed and began to rub against her. Even through their clothing, she could feel his hardness, which left her moist and impatient for him. She threw her head back.
'Please…please…' she kept pleading.
He finally took off her bra, only to start his assault all over again. She would squirm and cry out. She wanted her release so badly…
'I just love how you beg and moan for me', he murmured.
'I want you…Jonathan...' she whimpered.
'Look at you…you were so innocent once. And now…' he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nipple and she cried out; 'you're begging for me, so loudly', he grinned.
She gazed up to his blue eyes, which had glazed over with lust. He took her lips without another warning. He kissed her deeply, passionately and mercilessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as his tongue dominated her. One of his hands slipped between their bodies, into her underwear. She arched her back. She wanted him there…
He parted from her, smirking. 'Your folds are so moist and swollen…' he whispered into her ear. She just whined. Her body felt so hot. He nipped at her earlobe. 'You're mine', he hissed lowly.
A twinge of fear crawled into her stomach at his possessive tone, but that thought was quickly abandoned by his slow stroking. She could feel herself come closer and closer to her climax, but he simply refused to give it to her.
'P-Please…' she begged quietly.
His fingers plunged deeply into her. She moaned loudly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. He was torturing her to no end…
She clawed at his clothing. 'Jonathan…please!' she cried out.
'Hmm?' he asked with a smirk.
'P-please…stop this torture…' she begged him.
His smirk widened. He planted a firm kiss in the swell of her breasts. 'Look at you, writhing beneath me. You're so close, aren't you?' he murmured.
She nodded breathlessly. He kissed her jaw. 'Then let it go. Come for me', he whispered.
She snuck her arms under his armpits, clawing into his back, as he quickened his pace. At some point, the pressure became too much. It burst, like a bubble and she was left screaming and moaning his name as she quivered underneath him.
She panted, looking up to him, while he nuzzled her forehead.
'Such a good girl', he smirked.
She smiled at him, her heart still beating loudly. Was she ever going to get used to that feeling of being intimate with him?
…
After dinner, Diana went to lie down on the couch. She felt so tired and her head was still pounding like crazy. She watched hazily, as Jonathan came into the living-room. His eyes softened at the sight of her.
He took a seat beside her. 'What's wrong?' he asked.
'Headache', she mumbled.
He put a hand to her forehead. 'Well you don't have a fever, luckily', he mumbled.
She rubbed her eyes.
He sighed. 'Come here.'
He easily took her into his arms, allowing her to lay her head on his chest. Crane looked at her, lying so utterly exhausted in his arms. The arguments had taken its toll on her. They didn't argue much but when they did…it usually ended with her being distressed and confused.
He kissed the top of her head. The police were picking up his trail. He had to move out of Gotham soon, if he wanted to keep her by his side.
'Diana?' he asked.
'Hmm?' was her soft answer.
'We'll be moving out soon. We're going to leave Gotham', he told her.
He watched her eyes widen. 'B-but I grew up here', she answered.
He pressed his lips to her forehead. 'I know. But this city has only caused you misery. I want to give you a large home, with a garden, so you can grow your own greens. So we can build a family there one day', he promised.
Her cheeks flushed. His smile only widened. 'Would you like that?' he asked.
'I would', she smiled back at him. She hoisted herself up, sitting in his lap with her legs at either side of him, resting her forehead to his.
He stared at her for a while. Before her…he had never wanted to settle down, he had never wanted a peaceful life. But now…he could already see their future together: he would work as a psychiatrist; she'd stay at home and look after their children. He smiled at the thought. They would be beautiful, he was certain of it.
He was woken from his thoughts, as her hands grasped his face and moved to stroke his hair back. His eyelids fluttered. She left him so weak at her touch.
She smiled sweetly at him and she kissed his forehead. 'I love you', she whispered.
He closed his eyes briefly. 'I love you more', he whispered back.
…
Gordon got out of his car, meeting Liam there, who was already present at the scene. He went to where a few men were lines up, in handcuffs.
'Falcone's men', Liam spoke.
'Two or three? What does it matter, anyways? We'll never tie him to it anyways', Gordon shrugged.
A smirk played on Liam's lips. 'I wouldn't be too sure about that', he said, gesturing towards a huge spotlight, shining into the air.
When Gordon got closer, he saw a person was attached to it, and more importantly, it was Falcone, unconscious. He wore a cloak, spread out to represent wings of some sort.
Gordon looked up to the air. The light into the air almost made the shape of a bat.
He allowed a small smile to play on his lips. It looked like the nutcase that had startled him in his office not too long ago, to ask about how he could get to Falcone, was responsible for this.
'Cut him down', he told his fellow policemen.
…
'Masked vigilante serves up crime boss.'
A smile played on Diana's lips. 'How about that?' she asked herself softly.
She went into the kitchen, lost in her thoughts. At least someone was standing up to the scum in Gotham. It was about time. The city was so rotten.
That thought reminded her of what Jonathan had told her, when she had just gotten here. That Gotham was so rotten, they wouldn't care about her. That they wouldn't search for her.
She sighed. Gordon would, she knew that. He was a good cop, one of the few. But did she want to be found? She really didn't want them to find her. She wanted to stay with Jonathan. He was the only one she could trust. He was the only one who understood her.
She looked up, when Jonathan entered the kitchen. She gave him the newspaper; he looked at it briefly, before pouring himself a cup of coffee.
He took off his glasses to rub his eyes. it was then she noticed the bags under his eyes.
She laid her hands on his shoulders. 'You okay?' she asked.
'Just tired, that's all', he sighed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him from behind. 'You shouldn't work so hard', she mumbled.
He rested his head back against her. 'I know', he answered softly.
She kissed his cheek. 'You want me to ease your stress tonight?' she asked.
He grinned. 'Only if you want to', he whispered.
'I want to', she answered.
'My beautiful mistress', he murmured against her.
She briefly closed her eyes. She felt so happy with him. He made her feel so confident and strong.
'Come on', he patted her arm; 'have breakfast with me', he murmured.
'Gladly', was her answer.
…
'Dr. Crane thanks for coming.'
'Not at all', Crane responding curtly at the fellow doctor in front of him. He thought of why they had called him in.
'He cut his wrists?' he asked, referring to Falcone.
'Probably looking for the insanity plea but if anything should happen…'
'Of course. Better safe than sorry', Crane responded to the woman. He soon opened the door, finding Falcone in a small, square room.
Before he could even sit down, Falcone started: 'Doctor Crane, I can't take it anymore; the walls are closing in…blah blah blah', he paused, scoffing 'a couple of days of this food, and that'll be true.'
Crane sat his briefcase down, settling his hands in his lap. He sighed. 'What do you want?' he asked shortly.
'I wanna know, how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut', Falcone said with a smirk.
Crane's face remained unchanged. He was bluffing; he had to be. 'About what? You don't know anything', he responded with disinterest.
'I know you don't want the cops to take a closer look at the drugs they seized. And I know about the experiments with the inmates of ya' nuthouse. Not to mention you're holding a little girlie captive in your house. See, I don't do business with a guy without finding out his dirty secrets', he paused, chuckling; 'those goons you used…I own the muscle in this town. Now, I've brought your stuff in for months. So whatever he's planning, it's big. And I want in', he demanded.
'Well, I already know what he'll say. That, we should kill you', Crane responded with a simple threat. He didn't want this man to spoil everything; the toxin, the experiments, Diana…he wouldn't ruin it.
Falcone grinned. 'Even he can't get me in here; not in my town', he shrugged, not worried one bit.
Crane sighed in frustration, before taking off his glasses. He licked his lips, then raised his eyes back to the man. A twisted gleam had appeared in the doctor's eyes. 'Would you like to see my mask?' he asked.
Falcone's face turned to a frown. As if he thought: what was this man talking about?
'I use it in my experiments', he clicked open the briefcase, pulling out his mask, and adjusting the inhaler inside; 'I'm probably not very frightening to a guy like you…but these crazies, they can't stand it' he finished, putting the mask over his head.
'So when did the nut, take over the nuthouse?' Falcone asked, completely thrown off by this sudden strange change.
Crane pressed a button in his briefcase, allowing his toxin to fill the air. Falcone began to scream, as soon as he inhaled it. Crane got to his feet, placing his hands to the table, enjoying seeing this man break.
'They scream…and they cry…as much as you're doing now…' he hissed lowly.
He heard Scarecrow cackle with joy inside his head. His smirk only widened, as the crime boss kept screaming in pure terror. He would no longer be a problem now.
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THIS! Such a long chapter, but what can I say? I love bringing out this kind of content (M-rated stuff that is) xD
Lots of love,
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests