Diana found Jonathan in the living-room some time later. His eyes watched the television screen with disinterest. She went to take a seat next to him, nestling her head on his shoulder.

'You look bored', she stated.

He looked down on her. She gazed back at him for a while. The look he gave her made her shudder. 'I am', he answered.

She carefully sat up straight, onto her knees and crawled on top of him, her legs at either side of him. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the light pink, lacy bra underneath. His eyes went to her bared skin, which made her shiver.

'Can I change that?' she asked carefully.

She watched him take in a deep breath. She took his hands, letting them grasp the thin fabric of her blouse.

'Go on', she shyly smiled.

His eyes darkened. She let out a gasp, as he -rather violently- tore off her blouse. He smirked at her surprised expression. 'Don't be shy. I'm a very gentle lover', he murmured.

Carefully, she reached for his face to take off his glasses. He put his hands on her back, pulling her closer. His hands moved higher, to unclasp her bra. He tore it off easily. She could only try to shyly cover her full breasts in his presence. His smirk only grew.

'Are you getting bashful?' he asked. He kissed her jaw. 'Hold on', he whispered huskily.

He hoisted her up, only to carry her to his bedroom. Once he laid her down onto his bed and got on top of her, he softly kissed her lips. She gladly parted her lips for him, moaning softly at his warmth. She could feel the familiar warmness between her legs arise and whimpered quietly.

As they kissed, she let her arms slide around his neck. His right hand held her face, while his right one moved towards her chest. She arched into it, wanting to feel his hands on her body.

He parted their kiss, to watch her expressions, as he fondled her. She dug her nails into his skin, moaning.

She threw her head back. 'Jonathan…' she moaned.

He slowly began to pepper kisses on her neck and collarbone. She sensed he wanted to go lower, but stopped in hesitance.

'Please don't stop', she asked.

He briefly looked up to her, before his lips continued to move downwards, to the breast he was holding. He teasingly kissed her nipple. She gasped, which made him chuckle. He rubbed the other one hard; it sent another chill down her spine, as he continued to nip, kiss and suck on her sensitive skin.

'So sensitive…' he smirked against her skin.

Her heart hammered hard in her chest. Was this for real? Was he really holding her like this? He was driving her insane… 'Please…Jonathan…' she pleaded.

One hand slid down between her thighs. Her whole body trembled at his touch, as he easily tore off her skirt, leaving her in her thong and stockings. He rubbed his thumb against her. She let out another moan.

'You're getting so warm and moist. Do you like it when I touch you like this?' he asked.

'Y-yes, I do…' she mewled.

His hands left her, much to her annoyance. She pouted at him. He sat up, to take off his shirt, and tie. She stared at his exposed body, completely transfixed, overcome with a desire to return the pleasure to him.

Slowly, she got onto her knees, to kiss his stomach. She could feel his muscles tense up, which made her smile. She would never admit it to him, but to tease him…was much more fun than she had first thought. She had always been scared to touch him, but not anymore.

She kissed the middle of his chest. His breathing quickened. 'Diana…' he sighed.

She innocently gazed up to him. 'Yes?' she asked.

She let out a very soft whimper, when his hand found the back of her head, gripping a handful of her hair. He pulled her back up, kissing the corner of her mouth, as his grip softened.

'I love you', she whispered.

He smiled at her. He let his hand run down her body, ending, once again, between her already parted legs. His thumb drew soft circles on her sensitive areas, through her underwear. She kept biting her lip. It felt so good… He gently pushed her down onto her back. She held him close, staring into his eyes. His hand slipped into her underwear and very carefully, he pushed two fingers into her. She cried out in pleasure.

'Jonathan…that feels so good', she moaned.

He kissed her chin, whilst his thumb pressed against her harder. He began to move his fingers, his mouth agape as he watched her.

She stared at him. She wanted to give every part of her to him now…but what would he say? Would he want to make love to her tonight?

Her thoughts were interrupted, as he pushed deeper. She arched her back.

'J-Jonathan…make love to me…' she nearly begged.

'Are you sure?' he whispered.

She nodded. 'Yes, I am', she answered.

He kissed her deeply and passionately. His hands easily undid her of the rest of her clothes, and his own. She could feel his nakedness, which made her flush. She turned him over, so she was on top of him. His hands found her hips.

Placing a few short kisses to his full lips, she looked into his piercing blue eyes which had darkened with desire. She rested her forehead against his, as the tip of his erect manhood pressed against her entrance. With one upward thrust, he was inside of her, filling her to the very hilt. Her eyes closed, and her mouth dropped.

'Oh!' She cried out at the feeling. He felt so good inside of her…

He easily turned her over, so he was on top. His hands gripped her ass firmly, and she held onto him as he started to thrust into her; slow at first, but he grew more aggressive, and urgent. His fingertips pressed hard into her hips, as he pounded into her. She knew he was probably going to leave her with bruises…

She gasped, as he bit hard onto her neck. She closed her eyes; that was going to leave a mark! 'Jonathan!' she cried out.

'You like that, Diana?' he hissed lowly.

She threw her head back. 'Yes!' she moaned loudly.

He pressed his forehead to hers, their heated gazes connecting. Sweat had started to form on both their bodies, due to their love-making. To keep him close, Diana wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. His body was hot and hard against her.

She felt so thrilled that she could hold him close like this. She wasn't afraid anymore. Though she wondered if she had found a new addiction…'J-Jonathan…I'm so close', she whimpered.

'Just let it go', he huskily growled.

She tightened her hands into his hair, throwing her head back, as she reached her peak and suddenly cried out in pleasure, her entire body shaking against him.

He groaned into her ear. His grip loosened on her and she could sense he was just as spent as she was. He dropped down onto her, panting heavily and moved his fingers to stroke her hair back.

'I love you', he whispered.

She kissed his damp forehead, as he rested his head on her chest, their bodies still trembling. 'I love you more', she smiled.

He carefully sat up, to kiss her soft lips. 'You're so beautiful', he murmured.

She smiled at him feeling so complete.

…

That night, Crane stared at his young lover, laying beside him, the thin sheets covering her naked form. He bent down to kiss her neck. 'You're all mine now', he whispered.

She flinched, making him chuckle. He carefully removed the sheets, spotting the small, fingertip-shaped bruises forming on her hips, and the bite-mark on her neck.

'I don't think I will ever get used to that feeling.'

'I guess that's what happens when you encounter a woman with experience.'

Crane visibly rolled his eyes. How could he call it experience? She had been forced to do certain things to her stepfather. And yet…there hadn't been one moment tonight, where she hesitated. She had been fully focused on him.

He smirked. How he had loved teasing her petite body. And how she had submitted to him…it sent a chill down his spine. She was all his now.

…

'Seriously, Lucius, what are these even for?' Gabriel laughed, as he put a few items away.

Fox looked at him, a slight grin on his face. 'Too expensive for the U.S. army', he joked.

Gabriel had to fight back another laugh. While he hated Earle for putting him down here, literally in the basement, Lucius was quite the company. And ever since he had learned his daughter was missing, Fox had been nothing but compassionate, which was more than he could say of Earle and the rest of the board.

Why would they care, anyways, he frequently reminded himself. They were rich and wealthy, that's why they didn't care.

He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully.

'You're thinking about your daughter, Gabriel?' Lucius asked.

He sighed. 'I'm just worried, Lucius. I haven't seen her in three years. In that time, I allowed her to be abused and molested, and worst of all, she could be dead', he explained.

'I'm sure they'll find her. We must never lose hope', Lucius spoke with a sympathetic smile.

'You're right; but let's get back to work', Gabriel responded.

…

'No more favors; someone is sniffing around.'

'Hey, I scratch your back, you scratch mine, doc. I'm bringing in the shipments.'

Crane frowned at Falcone's reply. 'We're paying you for that', he stated.

Falcone shrugged. 'Maybe money isn't as interesting to me as favors', he said.

Crane took off his glasses, sighing slightly. This man didn't quite get his way of thinking. 'I am more than aware that you're not intimidated by me, Mr. Falcone, but you know who I'm working for. And when he gets here -'

'He-he's coming to Gotham?' Falcone interrupted him.

'Yes, he is. And when he gets here, he's not going to want to hear that you have endangered our operation just to get your thugs out of a little jail time', Crane went on, before the crime boss had rudely interrupted him.

Falcone moved around in his seat, letting the threat sink in. 'Who's bothering you?' he finally asked.

Crane thought of the obnoxious assistant D.A. that had been bothering him for quite some time now. And that nosy little police officer that was getting too close. 'There's a girl at the D.A.'s office and a little boy at the GCPD', he spoke lowly.

'We'll buy them off', Falcone assured him.

Crane lightly shook his head. Both were incorruptible. They believed in justice, something that annoyed him to no end. 'Not these two', he answered with certainty.

'Idealists huh? Well there's an answer to that too', Falcone said.

Crane sat back, trying to keep his composure, with Scarecrow breathing down his neck, telling him just to kill both of them, and be done with it.

'I don't want to know', he stated.

A slight smirk played on the crime boss' lips, as he eyed him closely. He could see the truth in his eyes.

'Yes, you do.'

…

At Wayne Enterprises, beneath the building, at the Applied Sciences division, Lucius Fox walked through the long hallways, Bruce Wayne at his side. The young billionaire had been assigned to Applied Sciences, after his return.

'Environmental applications, defense projects, consumer products... all prototypes, none in production at any level whatsoever', Fox explained.

'None?' Wayne asked, quite surprised.

Fox turned with a sly smile on his lips. 'What did they tell you this place was?' he wondered.

Wayne shrugged. 'They didn't tell me anything', he spoke.

'They told me exactly what it was when they sent me here... a dead end. To stop me from causing the board more trouble', Fox spoke.

'You were on the board?' Wayne asked.

'Yes. Back when your father ran things -'

'You knew my father?'

Fox smiled at the young Wayne's questions. He did look a lot like the late Thomas Wayne. 'Sure. Helped him build his train. Routed straight into Wayne tower, along with the water and power utilities. Made Wayne tower the unofficial heart of Gotham City', he spoke.

Fox stopped walking at a tall crate. He checked the paperwork, before opening the crate. Inside was a black armored bodysuit. 'The nomex survival suit for advanced infantry. Kevlar bi-weave, reinforced joints-'

'Tear resistant?' asked Wayne.

Fox jabbed at the suit with his pen; it didn't even leave a mark. 'This sucker will stop a knife', he spoke.

'Bullet proof?' Wayne asked.

'Anything but a straight shot', Fox answered.

'Why didn't they put it into production?' Wayne asked.

'The bean counters figured a soldier's life wasn't worth the 300 grand', Fox explained, before giving Wayne a suspicious glance. 'What's your interest in it, Mr. Wayne?' he asked.

'I want to borrow it for…uhm', Wayne hesitated; 'Spelunking; you know, cave diving', he explained hazily.

'Expecting any gunfire in these caves?' Fox asked with a raised eyebrow.

Wayne looked at the older man. 'Look, I'd rather Mr. Earle didn't know about me…'

'Mr. Wayne, the way I see it', Fox looked around him; 'all this stuff is yours anyway'.

Wayne smirked slightly, nodding in agreement.

'Mr. Fox? Mr. Earle just asked me-'

Gabriel halted in his steps as he saw Bruce Wayne stand before him.

'I'm sorry, am I interrupting?' he asked.

'Not at all, Mr. O'Connell, I was just showing Mr. Wayne around', Fox replied with a smile.

Wayne looked at the man before him. He had heard of him; Fox had explained. The man had found out his daughter was missing, for almost six months now. Perhaps, when he had his plan completed, he could lend a hand. After all, he was to stand up to the criminals of Gotham.

…

'Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, Jim.'

Liam exited the police station and went to pick up his motorcycle. Putting on his helmet, he could feel someone's gaze on him. He turned his head and soon found a dark red car behind him, with the driver studying him intently. He gritted his teeth together. He had paid off all

his debts, why couldn't they leave him be? He took off his helmet, to go to the car. He tapped the window and it rolled down.

'You got a problem, pal?' he asked.

'No, I don't', the man paused to pull a gun; 'but Falcone does', he finished.

'I have no beef with Falcone', Liam argued.

'Oh well…'

Liam dropped down before the man could shoot and ducked away. The thug soon came out of the car, to aim his gun again. Liam wasted no time in kicking the gun out of the goon's hand, hard, and he could feel the other man's wrist snap beneath his kick.

The other man snarled out. 'You fucker -'

Liam cut him off by punching him in the face. 'For a hired gun, you sure are a disappointment. Your boss obviously didn't do his homework', Liam spat, then picked up the gun and removed the bullets. 'Now get lost', he scoffed.

He went back to his motor-cycle not needing to second guess who had sent this goon after him. He was certain it was Crane. But why? What was the doctor hiding?

He intended to find out.

…

I think this is the longest chapter ever :0 but yeah, Liam's getting into trouble. Will he tell Gordon?

And Crane and Diana finally did the deed xD poor thing is going to regret that for sure, but we'll find that out in upcoming chapters.

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests