Diana's eyes were wide and full of shock, as she stared up to her abductor. He had just confessed he was in love with her…and it left her speechless.
'Y-you're saying that -'
'Yes, I am in love with you. I have been ever since you became my student', he answered her.
He got off her. She moved away, pulling her knees to her chest. A deep blush colored her face. So he did feel the same way about her? But everything was so different now…he had kidnapped her…she couldn't return his feelings…not yet at least.
Not yet?! She mentally scolded herself, are you nuts? This guy did so many bad things to you!
She tried to put out that voice inside her head. His love confession changed everything. She wanted to be with him and she wanted to open up to him again. She had felt comfortable with him before…
She buried her face into her knees. 'J-Jonathan…I'm so confused', she whined. She heard the sheets slip and move; it made her look up. He was in front of her, his blue eyes full of regret.
'I know you are. And I'm sorry; I should've waited to tell you. I know you're still afraid of me. I can't ask you to return my feelings', he spoke.
Tears sprung in her eyes. She immediately began to feel guilty. She didn't want to be afraid of him…but she still was. 'N-no…I -'
'Diana, it's alright', he smiled at her; 'I'm patient; I can wait', he assured her.
She breathed out deeply. How were things ever going to be the same again?
He tucked her hair behind her ear. 'I have to go now. There's something I need to take care of', he spoke with a tender smile.
She gave an obedient nod.
'Stay here', he whispered.
'Okay', she answered.
…
Crane decided to head for the Gotham Police Department, shortly after what had happened at his home. He had decided to leave Diana with some time to herself, so she could think about the whole affair.
The young officer from before had called, telling him that Diana's father was ready to talk to him and that the police station was probably the best location for them to meet.
Once there, a young, blond officer (Crane presumed this was the man who had called him) brought him over to where Diana's father was seated.
'Mr. O'Connell, I presume', Crane spoke calmly, as he shook the man's hand.
The man, named Gabriel nodded. 'You're Dr. Crane?' he asked.
'Obviously', Crane answered.
The man eyed him closely. 'Forgive me but I pictured you much older', he apologized.
Crane narrowed his eyes. He appeared young, but he had been one of the best students in his time at college. He hadn't gotten this far because of his looks.
'I already hate this guy.' Scarecrow mentally hissed.
'I couldn't agree more.' Crane silently answered.
'My age isn't of the importance here; your daughter is', he answered.
Mr. O'Connell took a seat. Crane did the same, feeling agitated, and annoyed. This man didn't deserve his daughter back.
'Of course, forgive me', he apologized.
A moment of silence.
'The officers told me you had a rather close relationship with my daughter? What kind of relationship, would that be?'
Crane felt offended and was shocked this man dared to ask such questions. He was the one that had abandoned his daughter, how dare he to think he would take advantage of Diana? She was so pure and innocent; he would never willingly hurt her.
'Nothing that went beyond a normal psychiatrist/patient relationship, I can assure you of that', he calmly responded.
'Did she ever mention me?' Mr. O'Connell asked.
'I'm afraid she spoke very little of you, sir. All she had on her mind was trying to get past all the abuse she suffered', Crane explained.
'I see', the other man answered.
Crane sighed. This was going to be a very long talk…
…
When dinner time came around, Diana went upstairs. She found Jonathan nowhere in sight, which made her anxious. He still hadn't returned yet. Was something wrong?
She thought it ironic; all those times he had been so close before, she didn't want him around. And now…he left her by herself, which made her need his company.
Sighing, she opened the refrigerator. There had to be something she could cook up. She had a lot of experience in cooking; the least she could do was make some dinner for him.
…
When Crane got back home, he was exhausted, and highly irritated. He inhaled through his nose, smelling what seemed pasta, with a mix of tomato and cheese. It left him frowning; he hadn't started on dinner before he left.
He took of his coat, and hung it on the clothing rack in the hallway, before entering the kitchen. He found Diana there, her hair in a neat ponytail at the crown of her head, while her eyes were fixated on the pots cooking on the stove. She stirred in one of the pots, whilst loose strands of hair framed her face.
He leaned against the doorframe. 'What a surprise', he stated.
She gasped, holding onto her heart when she looked his direction. 'You scared me', she said.
His grin widened. He walked over to her. 'It smells amazing, though I don't recall asking you to make us dinner?' he checked with her.
She offered a shy smile. 'Did you need to?' she playfully returned the question.
'I knew she'd make a good house-wife.'
'House-wife is a bit of a degrading term, don't you think?'
'Come on Johnny, this was your plan all along. You'd bring her here, get her to trust you and fall in love with you and in return, she'd be in charge of the household, while you're off to work.'
Crane bit on his lip, realizing that was true. It sounded old-fashioned, but he wanted her here, to take care of the house, to cook his meals, to be ready for him when he got home, to bear his children in a distant future. But he couldn't have guessed she would do this out of her own free will.
'Dinner's almost ready, though. I hope you're hungry', she pulled him out of his thoughts.
His smile widened. She was so intoxicating. He felt so drawn to her. She was everything he wanted in a woman; naïve, obedient, easy to influence…she would be his. Once Gotham was at his feet, she would be beside him. And nothing would get his mind off that idea. This young girl…he would own her, in every shape and form. She would never doubt him, or see his bad side. She would only see the bad in other people. She would be his.
…
After dinner, Crane had left the kitchen, to do some work in his office. As much as he hated it, he still had a position to uphold at the college. He had to look over some tests his students had made.
It didn't surprise him that no-one had really asked about Adam, or Diana. He had only heard rumors in the hallways, students saying that Diana had committed suicide.
He had felt angered at some of the rumors, in which they embarrassed the poor girl so badly. But it didn't matter; he would make sure she never left his house again, and at this rate, he was certain she didn't even want to.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Diana slowly cleaned up the table, and put the dishes into the dishwasher. She pulled her hair out of her ponytail, allowing her hair to fall down her shoulders in waves. She ran her hands through it, getting rid of small tangles.
She looked into the kitchen, checking if everything was lean and organized. Once she was satisfied, she left the kitchen and went into the living-room. She went to the bookshelf, to pick up a book that had caught her interest earlier during one of her therapy sessions.
She moved to the couch, seating herself there and smiled faintly, before looking around her, feeling really comfortable where she was. Jonathan's apartment simply held something warm, and comforting.
She blushed slightly. She could never admit it, but she had fallen deeply in love with him. She had fallen for her teacher, her psychiatrist, and her captor, all at once.
She sighed.
What was she thinking? He was responsible for murder and yet…she had fallen so deeply in love with him. But what startled her the most, was the fact he returned her feelings. It flattered her; he was such a successful man; what had she done to earn all his attention?
Footsteps came closer to her. She turned her head, finding Jonathan there, leaning onto the back of the couch. He smiled at her, before running a hand down her cheek. The feeling of his skin against hers left her shivering. His hands were so warm…
'You tend to pick out pretty heavy reading material', he noticed.
She smiled shyly. 'It's a lot more interesting really', she answered and hesitated; 'before all this, I had wanted to be a lawyer, just to make sure everything that happened to me, wouldn't happen to anyone else', she explained.
He took a seat beside her. 'Beautiful and smart, such a rare combination', he grinned.
She bit on her bottom lip. 'You think so?' she asked.
He touched her cheek. She couldn't help but lean into his touch.
'If I hadn't, I wouldn't tell you so', he whispered.
She took in a deep breath, as his hand went to her waist, to pull her closer. She simply let him and rested her head onto his chest. She listened to his steady heartbeat, smiling. Her cheeks only grew rosier, as his hand combed through her hair.
Maybe he was right; if she didn't go outside anymore, she wouldn't get hurt again. Staying here was a lot safer –
She sat up straight, rubbing her eyes. What was getting into her? She had promised Adam she wouldn't stop fighting and now…she was practically swooning in her captor's arms.
'What's wrong?' he asked her.
She gazed at him sadly. He touched her cheek, drawing her body closer. He read the doubt in her eyes easily.
'It's alright, Diana. I promise', he whispered.
He kissed her cheek, tenderly and she let her eyes fall closed, as he did. She put her hand atop of his.
'Jonathan…I…' she hesitated.
'I know, I know. But you can trust me, you know you can', he murmured.
She rested her forehead against his chest and clawed her nails into his clothing. She felt confused, but was convinced everything was going to be alright. It had to be.
…
Crane watched her in his arms, his heart beating loudly. He felt so glad he could hold her close.
He would smirk. He had so easily manipulated her again. She was right back under his spell and oh how he had missed having her be so obedient to him. She still had her doubts, but he would be quick to crush those out.
She looked up to him, with those innocent green eyes, and he couldn't help but smile. She was such a good girl. And he reveled in the thought of her being his. His perfect little girl, all his to do with as he pleased.
She hesitantly pulled her legs over his lap. He stared for a while, starting at her slender legs. He moved to her curvy hips and flat stomach, to her full and plump breasts. He could only imagine what he could do to her body, to tease her, to drive her insane.
He swallowed. Why did she have such power over him? One look at her, and he was too desperate to satiate his needs with her tempting body. But he had to be patient; all the time he would put into taking care of her would all be worth it in the end, he was certain of it.
…
Diana, don't fall for him! It's a trap! Anyways, let's see what happens next from here on ;)
Lots of love,
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests