A/n: Short chapter, I know, sorry! This chapter goes by a little fast, but...the fourth chapter will be longer. I PROMISE. 3 -----
Tonight was the night. The clock near the doorway chimed eight times with an eerie clang. Rebecca pat her head lightly, her hair in a tight asian-style bun. To go along the the hair-do, she had bought a red chinese dress for this occasion. "Am I really that excited about this thing?" Rebecca asked herself semi-consciously. Shaking her head, she grabbed the needed necessities, and ran out of her house, and straight to the car. The house door automatically locks itself when closed, so Rebecca wasn't worried much about robbers. She'll deliver the flower to Crane personally if he did this right.
Dr. Crane smiled slightly as he stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was combed with water, and he was wearing a tuxedo. "Just like the prom...no fancy outside dinner, no date, and no after party." Dr. Crane murmured, coming out of his estate and calling a taxi to go to the Galleria.
The party was hosted at Bruce's own mansion with wide space for dancing. He himself, was busy mingling with the large crowd that had already arrived. Rebecca Chase was in that crowd.
"Dr. Chase, glad you could make it." Bruce flashed a smile, and shook her hand.
Rebecca pulled her hand away, and narrowed her eyes at him. "Likewise, I'm sure." Crane will be in the upper hallway, Rebecca thought. "Mr. Wayne, could you show me around your house? Er, near the back exit?"
Bruce looked at Rebecca with a confused look but nodded. "Alright. A grand tour of my mansion!" He exclaimed, grabbing a small cup of red win from a table as they passed.
As they walked up the stairway, Bruce tried to strike up a conversation. "So...Why did you ask Dr. Isley to bring you a Brazilian Magfrost? They're illegal to have in the -"
Rebecca held the vase over Bruce's unconscious body, as she sneered. "Like it's any of your business." She saw Crane walking towards her, a small smile playing on his lips. She motioned at the body, and Crane nodded, pulling him around the corner. Rebecca grinned, pushing the spilt wine glass away, and bounded downstairs, to have a little fun at the party.
"Miss Chase!" Bruce's butler, Alfred called to her in an old and dignified voice. "Do you perchance happen to know where Master Wayne has gotten to? We need more wine, and he seems to like to do it himself..."
Sighing, Rebecca pointed up the stairway. "Up there, near the right hallway. Make sure you don't sneak up on him, he seems a little angry at something." She quickly turned and grabbed the last glass of wine.
Giving the woman a strange look, Alfred thanked her and slowly walked up the stairs. "Master Wayne? Are you alright? We need more wine and I know you..." He left off, staring at Jonathan Crane's palm.
"Have a good nightmare," He heard, as he fell clinging to the desk in the left hallway. Soon Alfred was seeing all his phobias appear, and he breathed deeply, shutting his eyes.
'Silly girl,' Crane thought as he hurriedly shoved Bruce's body into the nearest guest room and locked the door. He took out a half-full syringe of liquid, and a tourniquete. He tied the tourniquete around Bruce's right arm after lifting the sleeve. Crane thumped the arm, making the vein pop up, then slipped the needle into the skin excreting the liquid. Crane sighed contentedly, as he pulled the syringe back out and hid it in his inner jacket pocket. He checked how much fear toxin he had left and saw barely two pennyfulls. "That'll be enough," He decided, and held his palm in front of Bruce's nose.
The sleeping millionaire breathed in the powder that was shot in his face, and suddenly began to jerk and shout in his unconscious torment. Crane brought Bruce onto the bed and under the covers. He grinned to himself. As he exited the room, and glanced at the writhing butler, he shook his head and quickly left the manor. How much of that fear toxin an old man like him can take...Who knows? He may be dead by next morning.
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"How'd it go?" Rebecca asked, walking with Crane to their cars, parked by each other.
"As good as it'll get," He murmured, flicking his wrist and checking his watch. 11:28. "Why did you send the butler up there? I didn't need him snooping."
Shrugging her shoulders, Rebecca leaned against her car door. "And what was I supposed to do with him? Tell him Bruce was in the potty and he needed his help? God knows he would," She snorted.
Crane allowed himself a smirk at Rebecca's crude humor. "I was still busy with a certain Wayne," He reminded her.
Rebecca shook her head. "I'll give you your flower tomorrow at Arkham. I'll have it wrapped... the flower will be in a glass case, but it needs little carbon dioxide to survive."
"Yes, I'm well aware," Crane looked at Rebecca significantly. She read the look as, 'don't you remember I'm smarter than you?'
She rolled her eyes and unlocked the door, quickly shifting inside. "You didn't give the butler enough to kill him did you? Some people saw me talking to him last."
"Who knows," Crane's ice blue eyes flashed as he opened his door and sat inside. He pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the manor's estate. Rebecca soon followed after glancing worriedly back up at the mansion. His words startled her, and she didn't want to be framed...