A few hours after Jonathan had left again, Diana slowly began to feel better. She sat up carefully, still not completely sure whether her body had regained enough strength for her to sit up. Luckily, she was able to sit up straight without any issues.

She ran her hand through her hair. She was still very confused. She had no idea why she was here. Jonathan had said it was to protect her, but she just had a feeling he wasn't completely truthful with her. She hated feeling that way. He had helped her so much; she refused to believe he would hurt her, or lie to her.

She rubbed her bare arms, and sighed. What was she supposed to do now?

She looked at the glass of water on her nightstand, and carefully reached for it. She slowly drank up the remaining water, feeling better with every small sip she took.

Once she finished her water, she got out of bed, and opened the door close to her bed. She found a bathroom there, complete with a shower, and toilet. It had her frown. It seemed Jonathan had put an awful lot of effort into trying to make her comfortable.

She went to the sink, and turned open the tab, only to splash some water into her face. Cool drops of water slid down her neck, making her shiver.

She looked at her reflection. She touched the soft, pink fabric that covered her. While it felt extremely soft to the touch, she was revolted by the idea of Jonathan changing her clothes.

She pulled her hands away from the fabric. She refused to let those thoughts inside her head. Of course Jonathan wouldn't do that, she mentally scolded herself.

He cared for her; he knew not to make her uncomfortable. It led her to think about how he had held her before. How he had cradled her in his strong arms, and kept her safe.

She rubbed her eyes. What was she thinking? That Jonathan actually felt the same way about her? That he would simply admit to her, he was in love with her? Of course he wouldn't. He had been her teacher, and her psychiatrist. He wouldn't be willing to go beyond that, she reminded herself. He was a professional. Any and all interest he had in her was purely fixated on getting her better. Nothing more than that.

She listened to the silence, hearing nothing but her own breathing.

She kept staring at her own reflection. All she really saw was a weak, broken girl. Broken by all the abuse, from both her mother and stepfather. She wanted to be strong, but felt like she couldn't. Not by herself, anyways.

She had always considered her own body provocative. She hated herself for looking the way she did. All her looks had gotten her this far…was torment and abuse. She wanted to look normal, average even but…that was impossible.

Tears prickled in her eyes, making her blink, and turn away from her reflection. She got out of the bathroom, and closed the door.

She spotted another door. Curiosity got the better of her; she went to the door, and opened it. It revealed a walk-in closet which, to her surprise, was filled with clothes.

All the clothes were very girly, completely different from things she usually wore.

She picked a sleeveless, light pink dress from a clothing hanger, seeing it would probably reach her knees, and reach up to her collarbone. It had a thin brown-colored belt around the waist, and had a zipper on the back. One thing she also noticed was the layer of see-through lace on the dress.

She felt herself blush. Had Jonathan really bought her clothes so she'd be comfortable? Why would he put so much effort into making her comfortable here?

She kept going through the closet, finding pretty much every piece of clothing she needed. It frightened her, especially the underwear. How would he know her size?

She picked up a white, silky-looking robe, and put it around herself, tying the belt around her waist tightly, refusing to show off any more skin. She felt rather cold.

She got out of the closet, and closed its doors. She jumped slightly at hearing the door unlock behind her. She spun around, spotting Jonathan in the door-opening, carrying a tray.

His eyes settled on her small frame, taking in how she looked. She soon began to feel exposed with his eyes on her. She knew that look all too well; his eyes explored her, almost lustfully.

Her eyes went to the still opened door. How badly she just wanted to run away, to go back to Adam's family. Even after all the arguing she and Adam had been through, she felt upset by how he had suddenly lost his mind. They had been best friends forever.

As soon as he realized she was planning on trying to get away, he closed the door, and locked it. She tensed up.

'Don't' was all he said.

'I…I didn't do any-' 'You were thinking about trying to get away, weren't you?' he cut her off.

She swallowed. He placed the tray down onto her nightstand.

'Weren't you?' he asked again.

She lowered her eyes. Why was he so determined to keep her here?

'Diana, you don't have to be afraid' he spoke gently.

'Why are you trying to keep me from leaving?' she asked with tears in her eyes.

He narrowed his eyes.

'We've talked about this before. I can't let you leave. I just can't' he tried to reason with her.

'I…I don't want to stay here' she confessed very softly.

He came closer to her.

'I know you're scared, but it just takes a little getting used to, that's all' he told her.

She shook her head. She refused to believe that.

She gasped when he grabbed her at her shoulders. She looked up, allowing tears to spill from her eyes. His eyes bore down into hers. His showed irritation, and a hint of anger. It scared her. She had never seen him angry before.

'Stop this defiant act, Diana. You're staying with me, you need to accept that' he spoke.

'No…' she whimpered softly.

His grip on her shoulders tightened.

'I don't want to hear another word about this' he commanded.

'But Jonathan, I'm-' 'I said: I don't want to hear another word about this' he cut her off.

He released her, and went back to the door. He unlocked it, and sighed.

'Eat. You must be hungry' he told her, before leaving her by herself again.

She headed for the door, and pulled at the handle. It wouldn't budge. She started banging on the door, tears spilling from her eyes.

'Jonathan…open the door…please…let me out!' she cried out.

No response. She kept banging on the door, frustrated and terrified by how he had declared not to let her go. He was keeping her locked up like some sort of animal.

…

Crane the doorknob in his hand as he leaned against the locked door. He closed his eyes. He could hear her; feel her banging on the door, crying out his name, begging him to set her free.

He clenched his teeth. He wanted so much to chase her fears away, hold her close and soothe her discomfort. But she was too terrified and confused to let him in. She didn't want to be here.

He listened to her muffled cries as they grew fainter. He sighed. It was harsh but…if she had simply listened to him…, he didn't have to be so hard to her. Still…he felt terrible for making her cry.

He softly heard her beg for her release. Her soft voice sounded broken. He released the doorknob and walked up the stairs, being forced to turn a blind eye to her pleading. Sooner or later…she'd give up.

…

Diana sank through her knees, and rested her head against the door in defeat. She felt scared, no, she felt terrified. What was Jonathan planning on doing with her? Assault her?

Tears freely spilled from her eyes. She didn't want to think about that. He wouldn't do that.

She kept trying to convince herself he wouldn't hurt her, but the more she thought about it…the more unsure she grew. What if Adam had been right about him? What if…Jonathan had set the house on fire…?

That thought left her utterly terrified. She had trusted him, had exposed her darkest secrets to him…and he betrayed her. That part hurt the most. Why would he do this to her if he cared? Why was he doing this? And why hadn't he gone to the police? If she lost her family, she had to be put back with her dad, right?

She moved away from the door, and went to the bed. She laid down on her side, and pulled her knees up. Tears spilled from her eyes.

'Someone please find me…' she begged very softly.

…

'Any leads on the missing girl?' Gordon asked.

A young detective looked up. Gordon had grown fond of the young man. He was a dedicated, but hot-headed officer in training.

The young man ran a hand through his messy, blond hair, and looked at the computer screen.

'I found her father. He's an employee at Wayne Enterprises. He left her and her mother three years ago, because she was having an affair with this…Michael guy' he explained.

'Good work, rookie' Gordon spoke.

The young man turned in his seat. Gordon observed him. He had been here for over a year now, and he had been able to solve so many cases. He had a talent for tracking, and finding people. He had made no mistake putting him on this case.

'Let's bring him in then, shall we?' he asked.

Young Liam smiled.

'Yes, sir' he replied.

Gordon nodded in approval before leaving.

Liam turned his attention back to the computer screen. He took the phone on his desk, and began to dial the number of the missing girl's father. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

'Gabriel O'Connell'

'Good day, sir. This is Liam Smith, from the Gotham Police Department' he explained.

'I hope I'm not in trouble'

Liam suppressed a scoff. After three years of abandoning his daughter, he was worried about himself.

'Actually, your daughter is' he said.

'M-my daughter?'

'She's missing, sir. You're the only one she has left' Liam spoke.

'What about her mother? And her stepfather? Where are they?'

'Dead, sir. Both of them. With all due respect, but when did you last spoke to your daughter?' Liam asked.

'Three years ago'

'I'd like you to come to the police station this afternoon. My boss, James Gordon would like to speak to you' Liam said.

'I can't be of any use if I haven't seen my daughter in such a long-' 'Sir, we're talking about your daughter here. If you won't come to help us, no one will. The family she was staying at are all dead. And a teacher of hers, whom she had developed a rather close relationship with…has no idea where she could be' Liam cut the man off.

'Very well officer. You'll see me this afternoon'

'Good day, sir' Liam said, before hanging up.

He looked at a picture of the girl missing. She was a very pretty girl. To think she was only six years younger than him, surprised him. She looked a lot older.

He sighed deeply. He just hoped she was okay.

'Don't worry. We'll find you, I promise' he said with a faint smile.

…

When Crane went to see Diana again, he wasn't surprised to see her food hadn't been touched. She was lying on her side, her back turned to him.

'Diana?' he called her name.

She didn't respond. He guessed she was either asleep, or she didn't want to talk to him. He guessed the latter. She was incredibly upset, he knew that.

He took a seat on the side of her bed. He began to stroke her hair. She flinched, indicating she was indeed still awake.

'I know you're upset; I don't blame you. But I can assure you…I only want the best for you' he spoke.

She didn't respond. He carefully pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

'I'll always be there for you. Let me be your guide, I can help you' he whispered.

She sobbed.

'Don't cry; it's alright…I'm here, I'll protect you' he promised.

'Jeez Johnny, cut the sweet-talk, and just tell her you want to fuck her senseless. I'm sure she won't even try to resist. She's so weak…'

'That's exactly why I won't force my desires onto her. If she goes through anymore trauma…she'll break, for good'

'Like that's a bad thing'

'It is. Now will you shut up?'

Both personalities were snapped out of their monologue, as she slowly turned around. Tears were in her eyes.

'You-you set the house on fire, didn't you?'

His face paled at her question. He shot up, and watched her sit up straight.

'Diana-' 'Don't lie to me!' she cried out.

He narrowed his eyes at her insolence.

'Don't raise your voice at me' he told her lowly.

She stood up, tears in her eyes.

'Adam was right about you…' she started carefully.

Crane could feel his chest tighten. She had figured it out…what was he going to do? How would she ever love him back now?

He wanted to reach for her, but she took a step back, all the trust she once had for him…gone.

'You killed them…' she choked out.

'Diana-' 'Don't touch me!'

She cried out, as he gripped her forearms, and forced her up against the wall behind her. She squirmed, but he knew she couldn't possibly fight him off. She was far from strong enough.

Tears filled her green eyes.

'Get off! You killed my best friend!' she protested.

'Adam wasn't sane…you know that' he tried.

She glared at him with tear-filled eyes.

'No…he was right about you. You're sick!'

'Either way, you will remain here, whether you want to or not' he told her.

She looked up to him, fear in her eyes. While he hated seeing her this way…he had no choice but to hold a firm hand.

'Y-you lied to me…I trusted you…' she choked out.

His heart broke at the sight of her. He hadn't expected for this to happen; for her to find the truth so easily…she was smarter than he had first thought…

'Why me?' she sobbed.

Sighing, he looked at her.

'Tell her the truth…she might as well know everything now'

Crane ground his teeth together.

'You're here because I want you here' he begun lowly.

He moved closer, their bodies almost touching as he neared her. She tried to get away, especially as she felt his arousal rub against her. Her eyes widened in terror.

'N-no…get off…' she began to ramble.

'Hush' he stroked her hair back, and she tore her head to the side. He buried his head into her neck 'I intend on making you mine one day…' he murmured.

He could feel her breathing quicken, and her heart race in her chest. She was scared. He now saw young girl, terrified of men near her. Terrified of being taken advantage of.

He admitted…he was so close to ravaging her tempting body…

He kissed her neck. She squirmed against him, making him sigh. The friction caused him to harden even more. She was such a sinful girl.

'But I won't, not yet…' he pulled away from her.

Her widened eyes went to his pants, more tears filling them at the sight. She turned her head to the side, sobbing.

He touched her cheek, to wipe her tears.

'Shh…' he murmured.

He left her shaking up against the wall. All her courage was gone. He had so easily brought her back down to her terrified self.

Diana dropped to her knees. She was once again trapped by a man, that only wanted one thing from her. Just when she had thought she could trust someone, and open up to someone, the world proved her wrong.

She watched as he went to the closet, and locked the door. Her eyes went wide.

'W-what are you-' 'You're under my roof now. You will answer to my rules. And from now on…I will be picking out what you'll wear for the day'

He came for her, and she darted away, towards the door.

He easily gripped her, and forced her up against the door, her face pressing into the wood. His hard arousal dug into her lower back, and she cried.

'And don't make an attempt to escape. You're no match for me. I'm stronger, and faster than you are. You won't be able to escape'

His words rang through her head. Tears kept spilling from her eyes. She felt so hurt…she had trusted him-

She started to squirm, as he pulled the robe from her.

'N-No!-' 'There's no need to be shy' he cut her off.

He put her hands flat against the door, her wrists in his iron grip.

'Please…stop this…I'm scared' she pleaded in tears.

He sighed, releasing one wrist, only to fondle her breast. Her body turned cold from fear. No…he wouldn't dare to cross her boundaries like this!

'So beautiful…' he murmured into her neck.

He continued to palm her breast, and she could feel her nipple tighten beneath his touch. Her heart raced in her chest. She was so scared…why was he doing this?!

'S-stop!' she begged him.

He released her, stepping away from her. She turned around, meeting his darkened eyes.

'You'd do well to behave. Or I might choose for you to stay like this' he smirked, as he looked down on her.

He pushed past her, and opened the door. She remained still, too terrified to move.

'Your plate will be empty when I return, young lady'

With that, he left her shaking in her room. She dropped to her knees, crying almost hysterically. What had she done to deserve this? How was she going to protect herself from him?

…

So…Yeah…sorry for revamping this ^^; but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see how much I could improve on my writing style. And re-reading it, made me realize it was a bit wonky at times, so be prepared to face another journey ;)

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests