yah! I got reviews! Thank you so much so reading my fic . Since people have said they want it to continue, continue it shall. This chapter is longer then the other two, hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 3

A soft groan woke Sarah from her light sleep, after stifling a yawn she stood from her position on the floor and stretched her aching muscles. Walking over a few feet to stand beside the bed where Dr. Crane lay, now with his eyes open focused on the ceiling unblinking. She was taken aback slightly by their startling blue color, they seemed more vibrant then she ever remembered seeing them.

Mentally shaking herself from her revere she slowly reached over to lay a hand on his forehead. His temperature felt slightly elevated, not warm enough to pass as a fever though, which she took as a good sign. One less thing to worry about on both their parts.

She was slightly concerned about the burn marks that marred his face, especially not being sure what has caused them, but she supposed it was yet another question she would have to ask him when he was of the mind to talk to her. Apart from rising a horse through the streets she also was curious to know what had rendered him unconscious, if indeed he even knew himself. Besides the burn, the only visible injuries were a few bruises that peppered his chest and arms, but she supposed that could have been cause by any number of things.

'I hope he doesn't mind being half clothed, but was either that or let any wounds he had bleed. Had enough layers on though, he must have been quite warm in a suit and straightjacket.'

Well, the way she figured it was if he minded he was more then welcome to put is shirt back on, though she also wanted to know why he had been wearing a straightjacket in the first place. Sarah tried, but could not picture Crane dressing up like that even for Halloween, he always worse a crisp suit, silk tie, and wool sweater.

Through all of her musing Dr. Crane's eyes remained on the ceiling, if it weren't for his visible breathing he could be taken for dead, she didn't remember seeing him blink yet. She guessed it was lucky for her, hopefully he hadn't noticed her staring at his chest for a good five minutes. Not that she had been paying attention to his chest, no, of course not, she was…thinking. And not about his chest! Well, at least not totally about his chest.

'God damn it will you get a hold of yourself! Remember who your dealing with here, he's not the type of guy to let your guard down near.'

Clearing her throat slightly she decided to break the silence between them.

"How are you feeling Dr. Crane?" By the smug smirk that now played across his full lips she wished she hadn't felt the need to break it.

The silence no longer held any form of comfort to her as she waited for him to reply. Of course she knew her question ha d a few very obvious answers, but she was hoping he would take that into consideration when he chose to answer her. If he chose to answer her.

When he finally moved it was to turn his head to look at her. She could see his left eyebrow slightly arched in questioning. His crystalline blue eyes were as piercing and intelligent as she remembered, but now she could tell what it was she had seen before in them. The gleam of madness.

Continuing to stare at her he scooted up so he was now in a sitting position on her bed, only a barely audible wince told her of his pain.

"I must admit, after your little disappearing act I did not think I would see you again."

He said this in such a tone that she felt as if she was a child being scolded for running away from chores.

Trying to ignore his sly grin she gave him a scolding look of her own. "And I must admit that I didn't expect to see you again. Especially riding unconscious through the streets of the Narrows wearing a straightjacket and a burlap sack over your head. Things don't always happen as we think, or hope them to, do they Doctor?" She put emphasis on the last part. The thinking she added, "And, you didn't answer my question."

Their staring contest or sorts was interrupted by a sudden loud cawing from the window to the left of where the two were positioned in the bedroom.

Crane looked back at her from the crow that was now perched on her windowsill watching them intently. "Friend of yours? Oh, yes, how could I forget." His gaze was mocking, "Eric was it? Is he still six feet under or has he teamed up with the Bat-man as Gotham's newest vigilantly?"

Sarah decided not to answer him, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pissing her off. Her so-called friends had scoffed at her memories of Eric returning from the grave to bring his fiancé's killers down where they belonged. She had trusted them enough to tell them the truth of her childhood and what had they done, gone to the authorities claiming she wasn't of sound mind. Apparently they were worried that she might just hack them up to have them come back invincible, all because she has said she wondered what it had felt like for Eric. Crane had never believed her either, though since he was her psychiatrist at Arkham he had been unable to ridicule her, he was to interested in finding her fears that drove it to bother with ripping the gaping wounds anymore.

She'd never told him her fears though, she didn't tell him much of anything besides what she had told her 'friends', about Eric, Shelly, and her mother. So instead he had apparently changed tactics to trying to pull her mind apart through anger. She didn't think he'd get very far with it that way either, but she'd be damned if she underestimated the man. His degree was not just a pretty piece of paper after all.

Relaxing her tense shoulders she flashed him her most pleasant smile. "You might want to work on the drug of yours before you try terrorizing Gotham again Doctor. The sights and sounds are horrific to be sure, but as soon as I touched your horse it became real again. Or maybe it's just me."

She knew it might be a shot in the dark assuming he was the cause of it, but when his smile slid from his lips and his gaze hardened, pinning her to the spot, she knew she had been correct.

With speed she didn't think someone in his condition to be capable of his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a bruising grasp.

"Well then Sarah, maybe I need a new subject willing to inform me on the drugs effects, and weaknesses, so I can make the proper improvements."

His smirk was back, and even more sinister, his eyes and hand continued to hold her to the spot. "Know anyone that might prove…useful to me?"

Sarah wasn't sure if it was his words of the sweeping look he gave her, but she stood rooted to the spot, shivers traveling down her back as she was held in the deaths grip.

Thats it for now, I'll update as soon as I get more written. Good night!