Note: Hmmmm… well… I must admit, I might have had to of taken out a certain section of the original text for this chapter… to humor fanfiction by the fact my rating can't go any higher than it presently is. –sniggles- but enjoy.
To: Angelvamp777, Thankyou for your review. Yes, perhaps Crane will become a lovesick poodle after all, -chuckles at idea-, well, mmmm. However, my intention was to give him emotion, but also to continue the idea of his usual self, which of course can be very intriguing as I'm sure many girls, such as me, know.
He was waiting for her at her doorway, once more leaning against the building on one foot with the other crossed in front of the first.
Thestingof his eyes was directed to the footsteps of others as they passed before him. Men ignoring him, and women giving him many varied reactions, of which very few were not of suggested interest, yet not of them even paused or quietly greeted him with more than a passing glance. He did not in return,regard them in anyway, rather allowing his attention to sift on something elsewhere. He appeared illusive, and yet, a being that no person should want to approach for whatever reason should occupy their mind.
Corrine watched this chilling aura that surrounded his relaxed frame as she approached him. Hesitance slowing her step rapidly from the casual pace she had just previously moved with.
She did not know this man...
She reached him but not press against him as she had that morning, but stood there, her case in one hand, the other tracing the top of her arm that held the case in uncertainty. His gaze now rested on her, something completely different from what it just had been. And slowly, he lifted her face with his thumb and index finger gently pushing up her chin.
She looked up from his chest to his eyes in correspondence with her head being lifted. Gradually, the tenseness in her back began to loosen, and she tried a smile despite the unfeeling in her face.
He however made not more notion of movement, but waited, patiently and quietly accepting what would come. So when she spoke, he only nodded, and followed as she turned the key in the locked apartment door, and entered behind her, closing the door behind slowly. She continued walking without looking back at him, leading him up to the second to last level, and into a simply, yet elegantly furnished white room.
Here she dropped her keys on the dark wood cabinet to her right, her case under it, and walked into a kitchen. Also white, as every room in this apartment was. Illuminated by the light falling in from massive widows lining the walls. Emotionlessly, she took a long, tall glass from the counter, and filled it with tap water, which she began to drink as she turned to him. Finding himstill patiently watching her from the doorway of the hallway. Lowering the glass, she carried it with her as she moved past him into the immediately large bedroom to the left and the firstright door in the hall. Without turning she set the glass down on the dresser as she entered. Pausing behind her, he lifted the glass to his own lips and drank slowly. She smiled quietly at this, at his charm, his calm and his ease.
Corrine continued to feel a certain amount of apprehension, but she felt him so different than she ever had before. Precise, and completely on with her and her cares.
She turned now and lightlyfound him for the second time, but between the moments of contact of their kiss, he whispered, genuinely. "I do love,"..."I see now." This caused her to smile more widely, and opening his eyes briefly enough to hold this a truth, she grew more certain in her actions.
His fingers trailed the edges of her bright face and over the eyelashes of her closed eyes as they lay in bed sometime later. Her mouth open as she breathed hard, but quietly for the next few minutes. Each of them basked in the warmth of the other's presence. Their skin laced by cool moisture and late morning sun, swimming on them through the old and imperfect widow glass. Entwined within each others arms and legs, a braid of fingers, and his pillow the softness of her long hair. Subtly she opened her eyes, and slipped a hand onto his firm upper stomach, pressing her brow to his chest, and breathing into his ribcage.
"You love me?" the question was tired and yet entirely sincere.
He smiled, and spoke quietly, his voice not at all of that which he had used two hours before, when he was not yet with her. "I had once believed I would never know emotional attachment." he paused and stroked her cheekbone gently, watching her. "But, yes, I do. Yet, it is very strange to me." She smiled, comfortable and at ease, and presently fell to sleep. He lay with her until she woke 45 minutes later.
When Corrine woke, she found Jonathan exactly where he had been, silently and easily looking out the widow. His body, face, and eyes a beautiful contrast to the brightness of the white room of dark wood floors and plaster walls, engulfed in the warmth of noon, and screeches of the better areas of Gotham below. Shifting, she tightened her leg that was draped over his knee and laced her arms around his neck. Smiling, he returned his gaze to her and rolled onto his back, drawing Corrine with him until she rested partially on his stomach and chest. Where she remained, and where they watched each other in a sort of indescribable softness, and slowly, they met in an easy kiss. The kiss lasted for an amount of time neither could count to for it was neither long nor short, growing so that they would softly draw their lips apart only when they could no longer breath the others breath, and returning as if they feared they had been away too long.
It ended quietly, and Corrine's face slipped once more to his neck. "Let's get up." A soft voice spoken into his right ear. He nodded and waited for her to slip over him, taking the white bed sheet with her, and wrapping herself in it as she rose. He looked up at her as she stood at the bedside waiting, but after a moment he rose sinuously, reaching for his pants as he did so. Slipping them on, Crane followed her out of the room into the kitchen, where she poured herself a leftover cup of espresso and shoved it into the stainless steel microwave for 50 seconds.
However, he once more stopped at the doorway, again not passing it into the kitchen, but rather leaning against it and looking at her with certain thoughtful depth. She in turn leaned against the counter supporting herself with her arms bent backward and her fingers curling around its edge, and returned the gaze, though in a different way, grinning silently as she waited for her coffee. Gathering it when the microwave beeped, she moved towards him. But Jonathan smiling, turned away andstepped over thewood floorsto sink unto the wide sage colored living room couch. Corrine slipped on top of him, resting her back which was bare of the sheet from the small up against his chest.
Sipping her coffee she offered some to him every so often, which he drank as she held the cup, and then pressing his brow into the back of her head.
"I still don't really know who you are."
He smiled; her tone was playful but sincere. "No, I would hardly say you do... What would you like to know?" "Tell me about your parents, your childhood, who you have loved before... Who you really are." His smile ended, and though something else may have as well, his visible easy comfort did not. He spoke without emotion, in sparing & untainted words unlike his usual array. "I lived a simple childhood. My parents married and as I know, remain so. I do not continue to speak with them, nor have so for several years. We lived in the suburban and had a life that fitted the area. My mother stayed home and performed the duties some people believe a woman is intended to perform. My father owned a car dealership. They were appropriate, caring and loving, if slightly ignorant... However, I had little if no complications with them. School was acutely undemanding for me. I was never challenged and always given awards I never earned because of my academic records. So I entered college with a very comfortable path laid before me, which seemed to have continued throughout my life."
He paused to rest in the silence for a moment, which Corrine did not interrupt. However, she did not see the minuscule strain in his face as he paused, remembering thoughts he did not acknowledge. Yet he continued in the same manner, raising his head to lay it back on a cushion behind him.
"Throughout my life I had a held deep interest in the mind and of some of it's certain qualities of trait. I believe this led me to begin my chosen path of career, and as I had studied the morals and ideas of this career since a young age, it came easier for me to understand than others."
Crane fell quiet, closing his eyes as he lay beneath her light frame. He ceased to go on, yet Corrine did not press the matter. "But who have you loved before? You didn't say..." Corrine's question caused him to open his eyes once more, he did not smile, and yet there was no worry in his voice when he spoke.
"I haven't, I have never truly know such emotional attachment as I have said earlier, prior to meeting you." She responded quietly, "Why did you want to know me... meet me on the elevator?" This caused Crane to smile humouredly, and he bent his head forward to reach her neck, brushing it softly with his sharp face. "I didn't meet you then... you had already introduced yourself to me before that." She smiled, barely remembering passing him for the first time in the courthouse. Then shifted her weight to position herself in a closer position to him, and laid her head of his shoulder and closed her eyes.
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Note: Alright, this is whereI originally stopped. But I want YOU to tell me if I should continue. -Winks- And brownie points for those who actually like this jumble of thrown together sentences not written correctly and strange words that dont really work. -coughs- But if you have read so far, I must thank you. -mooch- AndI hope you enjoyed!
However, to ease my unhappy soul,I will be going over the story and trying to save most of the corrupt writing, and add in a few new sences in according to the movie, particularly of Dr. Crane. I am not much interested in Corrine other than as a-Emotion maker-. :)