His hideout was a step-down from his apartment in uptown Gotham, Crane knew that. But despite everything, it sufficed. He had a decent, king-size bed, with silk sheets. It had taken his goons a lot of effort to steal it, but he wanted his lover to have a good place to sleep.

He sighed deeply; he hated leaving her alone at night. She would wake up by herself again. But not for long. Soon…very soon…she would be back with him.

He sat down on the bed, rubbing his hands together.

'Just a little longer…and you'll be mine again', he spoke to himself.

'Ours, Johnny.'

Crane rolled his eyes.

'As if I'd ever let you near her.'

'Maybe she'd like it rough…' Scarecrow drawled out.

Crane shook his head. He knew his Diana. She didn't like that; she loved slow, intimate love-making and if he was being brutally honest…he did as well. He loved the small, light touches, the kissing, the softness of her…

'Can I throw up now?'

Crane ignored Scarecrow. He desperately hoped his thugs had requested what he wanted; his medication. Scarecrow was growing; his agitation only gave his darker half more power and he didn't want him to come out, not with Diana around. If she saw him…she'd never trust him again.

'Boss.'

He looked up at one of his henchmen entering. 'What is it?' Crane growled.

'I just got a call from Lex. Said he found the girl leaving the house. He's trailing her as we speak.'

Crane stood up almost instantly. 'Let's go.'

…

The drive towards Wayne Enterprises was dreadfully short. Upon stopping in front of the large building, Diana got out of the cab, bidding the driver a friendly goodbye. She went inside, minutes ticking by as she rode in the elevator.

She then passed a long hallway, only to be stopped by a receptionist at the door.

'Do you have an appointment, Miss?'

The dark-skinned woman asked her.

'N-no but Mr. Wayne -'

'Mr. Wayne is very busy, Miss. You're going to have to leave.'

Diana's mouth drop. 'But -'

'Now, now, Jessica. Let her pass. I invited her.'

Both women looked up at the male voice. In the doorway stood Bruce Wayne, ever so charming with his slicked back hair and hazel eyes. He extended a hand and Diana took it gratefully, allowing the door behind her to fall closed.

'I have to apologize for my assistant; she's a bit on edge lately', Bruce told her.

Diana gave an absent nod, while looking around her. So this was the Wayne Enterprises board room?

'How have you been?'

She swallowed thickly. 'I've been better', she admitted.

He took a seat, frowning.

She remained upright, looking at the coat in her hands. 'I tried to socialize… but it blew up in my face', she sighed.

The memory of Liam's now ex-girlfriend calling her a slut stuck with her, despite trying to forget about it.

'You can't expect yourself to just roll back into your old way of living. You've been cooped up in a house for a very long time; give yourself more time', Bruce spoke to her.

She tightened her grip on her coat. 'I don't want to…' she started.

Bruce stood up, his hands in his pockets as he moved towards her. She didn't look at him. It had taken her a lot of effort to even show up to talk to him again. Everything was so twisted.

'I understand that. But we all want the best for you.'

His deep brown eyes met hers and she bit her bottom lip.

'I know…it's just so hard…he's always there, in my mind', she whined.

'It'll take time, for that to fade. But all you can do is take it easy', he smiled reassuringly.

She nodded faintly. If only it were that easy.

…

Pouring rain had settled over Gotham, by the time the evening fell. Crane watched the entrance to Wayne Enterprises from the back of his van, very carefully. He had felt jealous, upon seeing his love enter the building. Was she getting cozy with Bruce Wayne?

He had calmed himself, knowing she would never betray him like that. She was too good to do such a thing –

His heart leapt, at seeing her emerge. She remained by the doors, her expression one of displeasure at the pouring rain. She seemed to be waiting for her father to pick her up.

Swallowing, he took out the cloth, and poured the chloroform onto it. He would have to be very quick.

Stuffing the cloth in his pants pocket, he moved out of the van, walking straight for her. Her back was fully turned to him the entire time and by the time he struck, she was too late to fight him.

Putting the cloth over her nose and mouth, he steadied her by pinning her arms to her sides, as she tried to squirm. It hurt him, to take her this way, but he had no choice.

'Just breathe it in…'

Diana had recognized that voice instantly. She tried to fight him, but whatever she had inhaled, left her mind dizzy and foggy. She let out a soft whimper, before everything turned black.

…

The silver Lexus pulled up in front of Wayne Enterprises, and Gabriel felt puzzled, at not seeing his daughter at the entrance. He was quick to call Wayne, but no answer.

He got out of the car, looking around him. She was nowhere in sight; she hadn't gone home by herself, right?

Confused, he called his wife.

'Hey sweetheart, is Diana with you? She was supposed to wait for me', he asked.

'No. She's not. I thought she was with you…'

Her words faded and panic settled in his gut, at seeing a discarded bag laying on the ground. Breathing out nervously, he picked it up. He prayed it wasn't her bag, but when he opened it, his heart sunk with fear at finding her phone and wallet inside.

'Gabriel?'

Gabriel ran a hand over his face, tears in his eyes and the rain soaking him as the realization dawned on him.

'Sweetheart…call the police. She's gone.'

…

When Diana became conscious again, she felt weak, like she had been hit over the head. It wasn't until that feeling had passed, that she dared to look around her. She was in a windowless room, laying on a very large bed with deep blue, satin sheets.

She shot up, remembering what had happened. Tears began to fill her eyes, and she brought her knees up to bury her face in them. She had been kidnapped again. Jonathan had kidnapped her again.

She gasped, upon hearing the door open. Jonathan came walking in, in nothing but a bathrobe. More tears filled her eyes and she could see his gaze soften.

'W-why, Jonathan?' she choked; 'why did you do this to me again?'

He exhaled deeply. He took a seat on the bed, reaching for her. 'You were unhappy with your father.'

She slapped his hand away violently. His facial expression turned to one of concern.

'I did you a favor, Diana. We can be together again…'

A hopeful smile crossed his full lips. She didn't look at him; she was angry and upset with him. He couldn't do this to her!

'You honestly think the police won't figure out you're behind my disappearance?' she scoffed.

'They probably will. But that doesn't matter. I won't let them take you from me a second time', he spoke with determination.

She ground her teeth together. 'For God's sake, Jonathan! You can't treat me like a piece of property!'

He was stunned by her loud voice, but remained calm. 'Property? Oh no, my beautiful darling…you're anything but', he smiled at her.

She didn't respond.

'I made you some food -' 'I'm not hungry', she cut him off with tears in her eyes.

He swallowed thickly and she noticed how he looked like a child that had been scolded at by his parents. He moved away, pulling open the closet opposite the bed to change clothes.

She kept her eyes low, not wanting to look at his nude form as he discarded the bathrobe. She thought of what Liam had told her before.

'Are you obsessed with me?'

It was a hopeless question; she knew very well that he would never admit to having an obsession with her. In his mind, he was probably completely sane.

He sighed, closing the closet-doors.

'No, I'm not', he turned to look at her; 'I'm in love with you. I love you with all my heart', he smiled.

She sobbed quietly.

'You don't see it, do you? How you've changed me?' he asked.

She stared at him.

'When you came to my lecture hall, so insecure and timid…all I could be was cold, unfeeling and distant. I was repulsed by even the mere thought of love…' he pulled on a simple black shirt; 'but you changed everything. You made me capable of love, of feeling warmth in my chest', he retook his seat on the bed; 'I adore you, Diana. You're my everything…'

His eyes were filled with love and hope.

She only sobbed in response. 'Please take me back home…' she pleaded.

It was then that his eyes hardened with determination. 'No. Like I said before, I'm not going to let you slip away from me a second time', he spoke.

She shook her head in disbelief. 'You're insane', she breathed out.

His facial expression remained unchanged. 'Yet you let me into your bed, several times, my dear.'

Her face fell. Anger soon bubbled up into her gut, and she moved off the bed to stand up, fully ready to give him a piece of her mind.

'Like that's my fault?! You were the one messing with my head to get what you wanted! That's all that mattered to you, wasn't it? Getting physical with me?!'

His mouth dropped slightly. 'N-no…' it was the very first time she had heard him stutter; 'no, you're wrong. I never wanted more than your love, your arms around me…'

Diana began to see a different Jonathan from the one she knew; this man wasn't the cool, collected Jonathan she had grown accustomed to. This man…he was weak, emotional…

She became utterly shocked when he got down on his knees in front of her, his eyes full of an emotion she had never seen on him before; fear; 'please…I can't live without you', he buried his face into her stomach; 'I don't want you to push me away…I'll try to become a better man…' he looked up and she saw tears in his eyes; 'I need you.'

She sank down her knees, meeting his tearful face with her lips parted. Without thinking, she pulled him close, letting him bury his face into her chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hushing his shaking form. She had never seen him so vulnerable before.

'It's okay', she hushed him.

She ran her hand through his raven hair, feeling confused. Jonathan had never been this way…he had always appeared so confident. Now…he was exposing himself in a way he had never done in front of her. He looked like a scared child.

'You need help, Jonathan', she started carefully.

He narrowed his eyes on her. All vulnerability was gone in his blue eyes and he stood up straight, trying to compose himself.

'I'm not going to turn myself in, Diana. I'd rather die than to be in prison without you', he declared.

She didn't answer, as he stalked out of the room. She remained on the carpet, sighing. She wasn't going to escape again…she was certain of that.

…

So yeah…Crane kidnapped Diana again. Raise your hand if you saw that one coming? *raises hand* anyways, looks like Gordon is going to need a certain caped crusader on this case, he he.

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests