Chapter 4

Realising what had just happened, she decided to take the next day off. The further away from Crane, the better. Or was it? She had a job to do (not including Arkham), and her job involved him.

She spent her evening off going down to local bar (or, at least the classy one). It was lit by red lights everywhere. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and alcohol, not to mention the noise of the heavy rock band playing. This was even before you start to mention the people inside of this nightmare. They differed from rowdy twenty-odds, to rich business men with their 'lady-friends'. Why she called this classy was a mystery to her. All she knew was that her other job's boss was waiting for her in the club's many business rooms. She could picture him now; purple suit and mask, with his wig on his head. She hated the mask that he wore. It was so maniac-looking. Compared to the other people that would be with him in the room, he could easily be mistaken for a 'Crazy'.

She shook her head. Why was he thinking like she was Crane? She hated his guts (even if she was giving him a chance), and would never stop.

As she opened the door, she saw what she was expecting. Two women, one clown. One of the women was Cynthia, and the other was someone called Michelle. Michelle and Lisa hated each other. Whenever Lisa wanted something, Michelle would get it before her, making it unavailable. Lisa didn't hate her in the sense of how she did with Crane, but she still thought that she was slut. Besides, she was dressed like a cat, except the fact that cats don't wear leather. As for Cynthia, she was dressed in a green, short dress. It looked like she was some sort of plant, but it did suit her.

Lisa sat down to face the man at the desk, as he lent forward, locking his fingers.

'So, is our deal done or not?' he asked.

'No. I'm sorry, I just can't do it. You know how much I hate him…' she replied.

He shot her a disappointed, yet understanding look. Lisa knew that what she was feeling had to stop.

'Look, just think of him as Jackson, without the bit about him being an ass-hole…' he said.

'Okay, but what if I don't?' she asked.

He didn't answer, but looked at Michelle. Seeing this (and not wanting her to get the glory for herself), Lisa nodded. As she got up, she remembered what Crane had asked her last night. She told the man.

'Seems to me like he wants to do something about us. Make sure that it isn't anything bad…' he said, grimly.

'Besides, you know what to do if he gets out of hand…'

Lisa knew. If he did get out of hand, she just had to shoot him a playing card. It would be her turn to dress up. This time, as Harley Quinn. She didn't like doing this, but if it had to be done, it had to be done. It was the only way that she could gain some sort of confidence and power. Ever since the plane flight, she realised that bottling up your emotions was a bad idea. Even if it meant having a reputation of being a bit of a cry-baby, it was better than what had happened with her and Jackson.

She went back to work the next day. Again, it was all paper work and signatures. She was happy to find that there were no signatures needed from Crane, but her bubble burst after 3 o clock. There was a whole pile of pages for him, dropped off by someone earlier that day. Cynthia had hidden them from her friend, but realised that she could get in a lot of trouble for that. She didn't like seeing Lisa down, but it had to be done, like a lot of things. Clack clack, went the heels of her shoes. 13 of those and she would be at God's waiting room. Well, it should have well been called Satan's waiting room, but that's life. You win some, you lose some. At the present time, she felt like she was losing a lot, including her sanity. She opened the door silently. He was at his desk. She didn't have to tell him why she was there.

'Miss Reisert, you don't enjoy coming to my office, do you?' he asked her, not looking up from the paper that he was authorize.

'Of course not, I mean, yes, but…Never mind. I just had a bad experience once' she said.

'Bad experience?' he said, looking up.

'Yeah…But it's nothing. I should just get a grip…' she sighed, bleakly.

'No. No, you shouldn't. It's okay to be frightened sometimes…Unless you want to get a grip' he said, getting up.

'No, this time, I have to stop worrying. I never used to be like this…' she whimpered, sitting down on his coach.

He sat down beside her, as she was crying. He put his arm around her, consoling her. She leant towards him, as he put his other arm around her. Lisa didn't feel any vibes coming from him; she just remembered how horrible it was with Jackson. As she cried, he noticed her make-up was smudging. He leant for a tissue on a table next to the coach. She was still clinging on, as he was to her. He started to wipe her eyes, where the eye liner made her look like on of the Addam's family. When he had finished, he lifted her head up and smiled at her. She smiled back. He wasn't at all like Jackson. He wasn't an ass-hole; he was kind. If he was anything like him, she couldn't wait to see Jackson. As he had stopped smiling, he immediately leant forward, his lips instantly on hers. His lips were so soft and welcoming. She just had to deepen it. When they had finished with each other, he told her something;

'See, all better now…' he whispered. He was right.