'Do you have any idea who could've abducted your daughter?'

Gabriel crossed his arms, looking up to Gordon. 'I have a hunch', he scoffed.

Liam beside Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose. After getting a call from Mr. O'Connell, he wasn't at all surprised that Diana had been kidnapped again. He was furious though; Crane didn't care about her, or what she thought; all he cared about was himself.

'Well…I have to be honest…I don't think he's going to let himself be found so easily again', he spoke, crossing his arms.

Gabriel nodded in understanding. His wife beside him wore a troubled expression as he held her hand.

'He's a dangerous man, Mr. O'Connell. Though I can guarantee he won't hurt your daughter', Liam spoke.

'Please find her. I can only imagine how easily she'll be manipulated by him again', Gabriel pleaded.

His wife beside him, wiped her tears. 'She already voiced how she didn't want to go outside anymore', she choked.

'We'll find both of them, I give you my word', Gordon nodded.

…

'Here you go, boss.'

Diana watched from behind the door, as one of what appeared to be Jonathan's henchmen, handed him a bright orange bottle. Her best guess was that Jonathan carried around prescription medication. But why?

She thought for a while, trying to figure out why he would possibly need medication. He had always had mood swings, where he almost seemed like a different person but that couldn't be it.

Sighing, she went back to the bed, sinking into the thick mattress. She really didn't want to stay here with him…maybe she could convince him to let her go…

The door opened and he entered. She crossed one leg over the other, gazing at him, then patted the spot beside her.

'Come and sit with me', she smiled.

She noticed the glimmer of hope in his eyes and he soon took a seat next to her. She slowly moved up behind him, rubbing his shoulders in slow movements. He sighed, leaning his head back against her chest.

Her heartbeat fastened; could she deceive him like this?

She pushed that thought out of her head, knowing fully well he had deceived her as well. She pulled off his suit jacket, moving her hands down to slowly unbutton his shirt. She bit her lip at the sight of his pale chest. It still did something to her.

'You're tense, Jonathan', she whispered.

She removed his shirt, crawling into his lap. Taking hold of his tie, she pulled him closer to her. She then noticed his cheeks were flushed, something she hadn't seen before.

With her free hand, she pushed his hair back. 'You care about me, right?' she wondered softly.

His desperate hands grasped her face. 'Of course I do. You're my everything', he whispered.

She kissed his forehead. 'You want me to be happy?' she asked.

'Yes, I do', he breathed.

'T-then let me go…please…' she pleaded.

He pushed her hair behind her ear. 'Oh Diana…if only I could', he smiled at her; 'I appreciate the effort though. I almost believed you for a moment', he chuckled.

She swallowed. He removed her hand from his tie, to take it off.

'If you'll excuse me, little darling', he pushed her off him; 'I'm going to get ready for bed', he chuckled.

As he moved away, she suddenly felt filthy. She should've known he wouldn't have believed her. He knew her better than anyone else.

…

In the mean time, Crane was by himself in the small bathroom, staring at his reflection. Sighing, he popped open the small bottle of Haloperidol, taking out one small pill.

'You don't have what it takes to do this, Johnny. You're weak; without me, you'll let her go because she's nothing but a lying, little -'

'Shut up', he growled under his breath.

Without another thought, he dry-swallowed the pill, staring at his reflection with determination. He was well aware of Diana's attempt to charm her way out of his grasp, but he simply loved her too much to let her go.

He went back to the bedroom, his inner turmoil and voices settling into silence as he entered. He found her lying in bed, wide awake, and clearly upset. He laid down beside her. It pained him to keep his distance, but he could see she needed it. He wasn't going to force himself onto her.

She turned around, her tearful green eyes meeting his blue ones. 'Y-you're acting different', she sobbed.

He offered a soft smile. She had noticed; he felt regret for lying to her. He knew that if he could turn back time to before he had kidnapped her…he would've asked her to come and live with him. He could've loved her just as much.

'People change, when they're in love.'

…

Diana stared at him, wide-eyed and flushed. She still remembered…how cold he had been when she first came into his lecture hall. He had been rude; cruel…he had changed so much. He had been nothing but a gentleman during her stay with him; he was a sweet, tender lover, and only went rough on her in the spur of the moment.

Remembering that, she knew very well this is what she had wished for; to be with him again. It was wrong, she was completely aware of that. After all he had done…why would she even let him close?

She knew the answer to that; she was still unconditionally in love with him. And after he had poured his heart out to her…how could she refuse him?

He reached for her, and she found herself unable to push him away, as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

'I'm sorry for this; I really am. But I'm unable to think of my world without you in it', he sighed.

She averted her eyes from him but she could feel him move closer.

'I know I hurt you; but I had my reasons', he whispered.

She looked up, confusion in her eyes. 'Then, talk to me, Jonathan', she swallowed thickly; 'I feel like I barely know you', she whispered.

He sighed deeply. 'I can't. You wouldn't understand.'

With that, Diana felt like that was all to be said in that conversation. He turned his back to her, leaving her to ponder her thoughts by herself. She chewed on her bottom lip; why wouldn't he let her in? What was he hiding?

'D-does this have anything to do with the medication your thugs gave you?'

He tensed up at her question. She could hear him exhale before sitting up, to look at her.

'You really shouldn't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to', he told her.

She sat up straight, growing frustrated by his secrecy. Why wasn't he just telling the truth?

'Would I be asking you otherwise?' she asked him.

He removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Please…just stop', he sighed.

Fed up with him, she got off the bed. His expression turned to worry. She picked up a pillow and a blanket from the bed, glaring at him.

'Screw you, Jonathan!' she snarled.

She left him in the bedroom, throwing the door closed behind her. She settled on the old couch and sighed. She wasn't planning on staying next to him. He was impossible to talk to. He had kidnapped her, again, and expected her to fall back into his arms while he couldn't even be honest with her. He was such an ass.

…

Crane found her lying on the couch later that night. She was still wide awake and clearly uncomfortable on the couch. She had her arms crossed and wore an agitated expression.

'You could be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom', he started carefully.

She sat up, glaring at him. 'And stay next to you?' she snapped.

He ran a hand over his face. He took a seat on the couch, at her feet. He didn't like keeping secrets from her, but she would only grow more afraid of him if he told her the truth.

'I have my reasons, Diana', he told her.

She rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, you always do, don't you?' she grumbled.

His gaze saddened. He hated seeing her this way, so upset and angry with him.

'Why can't you be honest with me for a change?' she asked him.

'You'd fear me…if I did', he spoke quietly.

'Even more than when you were stalking me?'

He shot her a glare, not needing her to remind him of that. He knew she considered him crazy, like everyone else. But he loved her unconditionally; all he had wanted was to ensure her safety, to step in if she ever got hurt or felt threatened, to help her feel secure.

'Do I need to remind you, that you were the one that allowed me to come into your bed?' he asked.

He had to blink a few times to register what had followed. She had slapped him hard across the face. Tears filled her eyes.

'T-that's not my fault! You brainwashed me…' she began to sob; 'I can't stand you for that…'

He put a hand to his cheek, feeling it sting after how she had hit him. He was stunned she dared to do that. And while he would've scolded her for ever daring to defy him, he couldn't do so now; he wanted her to be with him, on her own free will, not because he had manipulated her into doing so.

'I'm sorry, I truly am', he apologized.

She scoffed again. 'Then why did you kidnap me again?' she wondered.

He took hold of her hand, kissing her knuckles. She didn't pull away, much to his relief.

'You should know, my love', he looked into her distressed gaze; 'you're truly the light of my life, all I wish for in this rotten world', he smiled.

She gazed at him warily. 'What about your toxins?' she tested him.

He swallowed, averting his eyes from her, then gently moved to kneel on the floor in front of her feet.

'Once…it was all that mattered to me…' he looked up again; 'but all I care about now…is you', he almost whispered.

'You're going to stop using it on other people then?'

He didn't answer right away. Ever since what had happened at the Narrows a little over two months ago…the underworld of Gotham was interested in buying his compounds. He really needed the money.

She looked at him, disappointed. 'I should've known', she scoffed.

He tightened his grip on her hand. 'No…it's not what you think it is. I'm not using it on other people…I promise.'

He felt weak and vulnerable on his knees for her but he didn't care, he would do anything for her, to keep her close.

Diana gazed at him, biting her bottom lip. She pulled her legs off the couch and it didn't take long for him to bury his face into her lap. He tightened his hands into the silk blanket covering her lower body.

Sighing, she ran her hand through his dark hair, soothing him as if he was a small child and she was his mother. It reminded her of how he had said how troubled his relationship to his parents had been. She wondered, if he had suffered as much as she did. Maybe his childhood had been even worse, than what she had gone through.

'You're a troubled man', she stated softly.

She pushed his hair out of his eyes, as they met hers.

'Tell me what happened, Jonathan', she asked him quietly.

He swallowed very thickly, and she could see he didn't want to talk about it. She just hoped he would open up to her. It would help her understand him much more.

…

So…are we going to dive into Crane's back-story? I say why the hell not? Ha ha.

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests