Jonathan had returned late that night. He had called, telling her he was going to have to opt for dinner at the Asylum. It saddened her, but on the other hand…she had much more time to prepare for his return.

At that time, she was really grateful for the lingerie he had bought her. She thought it could go well with seducing him. She was used to either pink or white lingerie and stockings, but he had kept a black set from her, she noticed.

Yes, she recently had been given occasional access to her closet. She had wanted to tonight, to surprise him. And he had agreed, luckily.

Pulling on his morning robe, made of a deep blue silk, she smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked good, if she said so herself. The bra had just the ever slightest push-up effect. She thought it looked alright.

Going into his bedroom, she was pleased by the lit candles. It really set a mood, which made her both anxious and excited.

She listened at the sound of the front door opening.

'Diana?'

She smiled at his deep voice. She laid down on the bed, her heartbeat picking up as she tried to lay down in a somewhat seductive pose. She just hoped she wouldn't fail miserably.

His footsteps came closer and the door opened. The candles left just enough light to see him. His eyes scanned the room carefully, before they landed on her.

'Took you long enough', she mumbled.

She stood up, allowing the robe to slip from her body. His eyes were fully fixated on her, as she came towards him. She laid her hands on his chest, slowly pulling off his suit jacket. She took hold of his tie, pulling him down to softly kiss him fully on the mouth.

'You look…' he stopped, unable to form words.

She grinned. This was the effect she had wanted to have on him, and judging from the sudden tautness in his pants, he seemed to enjoy how she looked.

She kissed his jaw; all while loosening his tie and slowly unbuttoning his blouse. She went to take off his blouse, smiling while she did. He looked utterly speechless and she loved it.

'What's wrong?' she asked softly.

Crane didn't know how to react. Here she was, looking so sinful in that black lingerie, taking off his clothes.

'Good Lord, Jonathan. Are you going to let her tease you like that? You should push her to her knees so she can put that mouth to good use.'

'No. I don't want to force her.'

'You'd better fuck her raw tonight. I mean look at her!'

She walked away from him, giving him the delightful view of her round, plump backside. He watched, as she took a seat on the bed and wanted to take off her stockings.

'Don't', he interrupted her.

Her playful green eyes met his. 'Oh?' she asked.

He ground his teeth together. How badly he just wanted to grab her and take her again, to have her moan his name again. The bruises on her hips and neck had faded, but he intended to create new ones tonight to mark her, to remind her who she belonged to.

He growled under his breath at her gaze; daring him to come closer. 'I didn't know you could be such a tease', he breathed out.

She just smirked at him; it only edged him on further. He wanted to do so much to her –

He woke from his thoughts as she came back towards him.

'That means I'm doing something right', she whispered.

He cupped her cheek. To think she had been so shy and hesitant before. Now, she was practically asking him for it. She wore black so well…it brought out such a naughty side of her.

He caught her rather roughly by the back of her head, grabbing fistful of her hair to pull her closer. She flinched in discomfort and he loosened his grip, gently massaging her scalp as he began to kiss her.

He knew part of him was just venting his frustration and tiredness out onto her, but she really didn't seem to mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly.

He could feel her hand on his chest, slowly moving lower to his stomach, towards his throbbing arousal. He silently pleaded for her to touch him. He wanted her there so badly…

She parted from him, moving to softly nibble and kiss on his neck, while her hands slowly undid his pants. She pulled at his earlobe with her teeth, breathing into his ear.

'You're panting', she commented softly.

He wanted to reply, but when her hand stroked him through the fabric of his underpants, he let out a groan. Her hand slowly went up and down and he felt extremely uncomfortable in his underpants.

'Diana…' he breathed out.

She pressed her full breasts up against his chest. 'Do you like that?' she teased.

At some point, it was unbearable for him; he took her and threw her onto the bed. He was quick to take off his clothes and got on top of her. She didn't seem too pleased and pushed him down so she could easily crawl on top. He was stunned by all the fire she showed him, certainly liking this side to her.

She sat down on top of him, directly on his manhood and began to rub herself teasingly against him; he knew she was doing this on purpose.

His desperate hands reached for her, but she took hold of his hands, intertwining their fingers as she continued to ride him. He tightened his grip on her hands, groaning. If only she could do this without her clothing blocking him. If only he could be inside her, to feel her tightness again.

'Take it off', he growled.

'What?' she asked.

He narrowed his eyes. 'You know damn well what', he hissed.

'So impatient, Jonathan', she mocked his own words right back at him with a smirk.

He just glared at her. How dared she to drive him crazy with want like this?

Letting go of him, she allowed the straps of her bra to slip off her shoulders. She unclasped it, and threw on the ground. He cupped her full breasts, rubbing her nipples hard with his thumbs. One hand moved down, to find her underwear damp. He smirked. She was so aroused; he could see it in her eyes.

She let out a loud gasp, when he tore off her thong. It ripped completely but he didn't care. He was impatient. She had teased him for long enough. Now…it was his turn.

He flipped her over, crawling down her body until he was between her legs. Hoisting them up, he pulled her legs over his shoulders.

Diana stared at him, aware of what he was going to do. She didn't fight him. How could she?

She moaned as he nipped at her sensitive nub. He licked and sucked on it, making her whine and moan. Her hips moved into his mouth, uncontrollably, all while his hands held her thighs.

'Tell me…who do you belong to?' he asked.

'Y-you', she moaned softly.

He slowly dipped his tongue into her slick core. Her whole body shook with pleasure. She clutched the pillows between her fingers.

'Ah!'

'I didn't hear you, Diana. Speak up', he murmured; 'now…who do you belong to?' he asked again.

'Oh…f-fuck…Jonathan…it's you!' she cried out.

He bit into the soft skin of her thigh. She whimpered. He was going to leave a mark for sure… 'Yes. You're mine. I will cover you in marks to remind you of that fact', he grinned.

Her chest heaved. He could leave her breathless so easily.

He got back on top of her, assaulting her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses and love-bites. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the nape of it softly.

'I love you', she whispered.

He thrust into her, making her moan out loudly. She dug her nails into his back, whimpering into his ear. He was rough and merciless and she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow.

'D-don't stop', she pleaded.

'I wasn't planning to', he hissed.

He took her by surprise, by turning her over so she was on top of him. His hands firmly held onto her rear, still thrusting into her.

She carefully sat up, moving with him, feeling him go deeper than before. He watched her with darkened eyes and a slight smirk as she rode him. She felt so hot; at that moment…all that mattered to her was pleasing him…

…

That following morning, Diana woke up, with her whole body feeling like dead weight. She groaned, rolling onto her back. She felt so sore; last night had really exhausted her.

Looking to her side, she noticed that Jonathan was gone. Sighing, she pushed herself out of bed, whimpering at the stiffness of her body.

They had barely slept last night. He had kept going and going; giving her so much release she thought it wise to change the sheets today.

She stumbled into the bathroom, finding Jonathan there in the bathtub. He noticed her almost instantly.

'Good morning', he grinned.

She glared at him.

He pouted at her playfully. 'What's wrong?' he asked with a knowing grin.

'You know what', she grumbled.

She slowly went towards him, sinking into the hot water with him. It slightly helped easing her tense muscles.

'I'm so sore', she mumbled.

'Well…six times in a row is a bit too much', he shrugged.

'You think?' she retorted.

He just laughed, splashing her with water. Her glare only intensified. 'You didn't seem to mind', he smirked.

He came closer, pressing her up against the edge of the bathtub. He tenderly kissed her cheek and she could instantly feel herself weaken.

'I'm sorry', he whispered; 'I didn't mean to hurt you', he sighed.

She snuck her arms around his neck. 'You owe me a backrub', she sighed.

He intertwined their fingers. 'I will, I promise', he whispered.

She sank deeper into the water.

Crane could only look at her, smirking inwardly at the numerous bite marks covering her once unblemished flesh. How he loved to see her like this. Last night…he couldn't even describe it. She was wonderful. He briefly remembered her, sitting on top of him; riding him as her climax caused her entire body to shake…it was such an arousing image.

He was relieved that he had thought to buy protection. He had been with the occasional woman in his youth but his sexual encounters had increased as of late. But he couldn't complain; being with her in such intimate ways was amazing. It made him forget how deeply he was involved with overseas terrorists and mob bosses.

Unfortunately, instead of further enjoying her body, he had to head to the Narrows tonight. A shipment had been brought there and with the vigilante known as Batman, in Gotham, he had to get rid of all the evidence.

'I'm going to be late tonight. After work, I need to take care of something', he explained to her.

'You want me to wait with dinner until you get back?' she asked.

He kissed her soft lips. She was so sweet and devoted to him. It's what he loved about her; even after all she had gone through, she still had such a kind, gentle spirit.

'You don't have to. I don't know how late I'll be back', he whispered.

'Okay', she nodded with a smile.

…

'What do you mean Falcone isn't approachable?'

The doctor in front of him shook her head. 'I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. But this man had a mental breakdown not too long ago…now please leave -'

'Ah, Mr. Smith.'

The woman was cut off and Liam looked up at Crane's voice as the man walked over to him.

'Dr. Crane', Liam nodded curtly.

Crane waved the woman off, leaving the two men alone in the hallway.

'I wanted to talk to Falcone. He sent a hit-man after me', Liam spoke.

He could see the displeasure on the doctor's face, at seeing he was still alive. It only solidified Liam's theory on Crane being the one that had spoken with Falcone.

'Well it seems like you managed to escape with your life, Mr. Smith', Crane retorted, pushing his glasses up his nose.

'Yeah, whoever wanted my head on a platter really needs to step up their game to get rid of me', Liam spat back.

It was then the doctor's blue eyes narrowed dangerously. 'Perhaps you need to stop digging holes', he answered firmly.

'Wouldn't you like that?' Liam felt regret immediately after speaking out. He tightened his jaw, as Crane glared at him.

'Careful now, Mr. Smith. I've been very patient with you, even when you accused me of kidnapping and murder. But if you want your superiors to find out that you've been here on multiple accounts without their permission, I suggest you leave', Crane threatened.

Liam just glared back at him. 'Fair enough, but the truth will always come out, I'm certain of that', he spoke.

He left without another word. Crane was such a suspicious figure. He really didn't understand why Gordon hadn't raided the doctor's apartment yet.

Outside the Asylum, he just sighed. He just hoped he had gotten under Crane's skin enough to get him to lash out. The assassin had failed…if he wanted the job done…the doctor would come to him, he was certain of it.

…

Crane entered the abandoned apartment later that evening, flashlight in hand, and a couple thugs at his side. He looked around him, finding enough evidence that could cause him trouble.

'Get rid of all traces', he told the thugs surrounding him.

'Better torch the whole place', one of the thugs spoke.

'Alright.'

Crane's eyes went to the opened doors that led to the balcony. He went towards it, suspecting someone had entered before he had ever arrived.

He let the thugs do their work, while gazing out of the window. He hated he had to go and do this in the middle of the night.

His thought wondered to Diana. How she had attempted to dominate him. He would chuckle to himself. The attempt itself had been successful, she had left him utterly helpless for a while but he knew how she had reacted to his dominance before. How he had reduced her to a pleading mess beneath him.

He grinned. How he loved doing that … and he would do it again once he was finished here.

The sound of breaking glass met his ears. He looked up in alarm and moved to a darker part of the room, to put on his mask.

He watched one of the thugs hold up a lighter. He felt the urge to roll his eyes. As if a mere lighter helped the darkness.

The thug was soon assaulted, by the infamous Batman, and almost immediately, knocked out.

Crane shot out his toxin at the masked vigilante, who stumbled back , the second the toxin took its effect on him.

'Having trouble?' he mocked the 'creature', watching him struggle with the alarming hallucinations.

Crane picked up a bottle of alcohol, throwing the contents on the cloaked man, while he fell to the ground, struggling to keep himself composed.

He had heard of the masked vigilante and how he had put fear into his victims. How the tables had turned. The once so powerful Batman; defeated by the Master of Fear … the Scarecrow.

'Take a seat; have a drink', he hissed.

He kept stumbling. Crane pulled out a lighter.

'You look like a man whom takes himself too seriously', he went on.

The Batman went on to move his arms around himself, trying to swat something away. He stopped his struggling, as his eyes set upon the doctor in front of him.

'Do you want my opinion?' Crane paused to turn the lighter on; 'you need to lighten up', he finished, throwing the lighter on the masked man, setting him ablaze.

He ducked away, watching the vigilante jump out the window. He was lucky if he survived, thought Crane. He didn't expect he would. The fall alone could kill him.

…

We're hitting major progress. Let's see what happens next, shall we?

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests