A/N: I'm so sorry I took so damn long to get this chapter posted. I've had writer's block as with my other stories. Anyway, here's chapter 4. Enjoy.
After a few minutes of watching the monitors, Bonkers was beginning to doze off. Miranda gently shook him to wake him.

"Bonkers wake up. You have to escort Collector to the visitor's section." Miranda said.

Bonkers groaned and opened one eye.

"Do I have to?" Bonkers asked.

Miranda nodded.

"Damn. Fine." Bonkers muttered.

Bonkers slid of Miranda's lap and scurried into the prison. Miranda sighed.

~I hope everything turns out alright. Bonkers doesn't strike me as the kind of toon to be so bitter and suspicious about everything. Something must be up with Damian, but what? I hope Bonkers can keep his top long enough to get Collector to the visitor's section. ~

Miranda sighed again and turned her attention back to the monitors.

Damian stepped into the visitor's section of the prison and sat down to wait for Collector. He received several strange stares from the other inmates who were wondering what he could possibly want with Collector. Damian ignored them and took off his glasses to reveal dark brown, almost black eyes. He looked over at the glass separating him from the inmates to see a dog-like toon coming in, escorted by Bonkers. Damian tilted his head and smirked.

~Ah, that must be him. The ever infamous Collector. ~

With a scrawl on his face, Bonkers pointed Collector towards Damian.

"There's your visitor. Now remember, no funny business." Bonkers said in a low, acidly voice.

Collector nodded, but said nothing. He looked up at Damian and walked towards the table where he was seated.

"You have one hour." Bonkers said.

"One hour is all I need. Thank you, officer." Damian said.

"Yeah, whatever." Bonkers muttered.

Bonkers turned and left the visiting area and Damian looked over at Collector.

"Well now, I've finally found you, Collector, or should I call you Adrian?" Damian addressed.

Collector looked up and smirked.

"Damian Sanchez. Didn't think I ever see you again." Collector said.

"You've been pretty damn hard to track down, you that." Damian said.

"I always have been. What brings you to this hellhole, anyway?" Collector asked.

"I have a little business deal I'd like to make with you." Damian said.

Collector raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of deal?" Collector asked.

"I could use someone of your skill to help me. You see, I think I may have figured out a way to completely control toons." Damian said.

Collector snorted.

"Yeah right. Nice one. Where'd come up with that one Damian? Did you find a chemical that allows you to control them? Give me a break." Collector said.

Damian stared at Collector with a shocked look on his face.

"How did you know?" Damian asked.

"What? You mean you're actually serious?! You really did find some sort that controls toons?" Collector asked.

"That I did, my friend." Damian said.

"So, what do you need me for?" Collector asked.

"I need you to use your inventive skills to help build and train my, shall I say, little toon army." Daiman said.

"And how do you expect me to do that? I'm in jail, remember?" Collector asked.

Damian chuckled.

"That's where bail comes in, my friend. I have enough money to legally bail you out." Damian said.

"This is a joke, right? There's no way in hell they're gonna bail me. Not with my record." Collector said.

"Actually, given the right amount money, I think they can legally do it." Damian said.

"Well I'll be damned. And here I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life in here for attempted murder: of both human and toon." Collector said.

"Yeah, life's a bitch, ain't it? " Damian asked.

"Sure is." Collector said.

"Now, here's the deal. First I'm gonna bail you out of jail, then…." Damian shuts his mouth, then motions for Collector to lean forward and whispers in his ear.

Bonkers, who was standing on the other side of the glass with his arms crossed was watching them intently. He looked at his watch waiting for their hour to end. He sighed and crossed his arms again.

~I wish Lucky was here. He'd know what to do. ~

He looked at Damian and Collector again. He couldn't hear their conversation because of the thickness of the glass, but he didn't like the way Collector was grinning one bit.

~They're up to something; I know they are, but what? I have a real bad feeling about this. What is about that Damian guy that sends my nerves into overdrive? ~

Bonkers sighed and leaned against the wall with his shoulder. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

~Great. Now I'm getting another one of my bad headaches. Just what I need. I haven't had one of these since the time that Bastard Jason practically had his way with me. Damn, I guess I did come out like my dad in some ways. ~

He opened his eyes and looked through the glass. He saw Damian and Collector stand up. He checked his watch and realized that there hour was over. He sighed in relief.

~Good. Now to take this jerk back to the prison. ~

Damian and Collector walked towards the way where Bonkers was waiting with his arms crossed tapping his foot impatiently. Damian smirked and turned to Collector.

"Think about what I've said. I'll be back next week. Bye-bye for now." Damian said.

Collector nodded and walked towards Bonkers.

"Thank you for allowing me to visit with him, officer. You have a nice day now and I'll see you again next week." Damian said.

"Same to you and you're welcome." Bonkers said as politely as his headache would allow him to be.

Damian nodded and left the visitor's section. Bonkers turned back to Collector.

"Look, I don't know what you two were talking about but, I'm warning you, if you try anything funny I will find out and I will go after you." Bonkers said.

"I'm well aware of that, officer Bobcat. Now can you please just take me back to my cell? I'm very tired and I didn't sleep well last night." Collector said.

Bonkers' eyes widen slightly. Collector's tone had sounded as if he was almost begging. He was relieved that Collector was just as anxious to be out of there as he was.

~My god. Was it my imagination, or was Collector actually pleading with me? Oh well, doesn't matter. Let me just take him back and get it over with. ~

"Yeah sure. Let's go." Bonkers said.

Bonkers and Collector left the visitor's section and headed back towards the prison.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter was so short. Hopefully now the story will start to pick up a bit.