EEEK! Three chapters down and thirteen reviews already, you guys are spoiling me ;) I've finally got a day to myself where I can sit down and read all your reviews and I want to say thank you very very much for the support and comments you can't imagine how happy it makes me when people read this and want updates :P Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy the story as it continues :P

To all those who think Riddler is going to get Clara easily pfft the man has to make an effort at least ;) I'm going to try add in some back ground story for Clara in this chapter but please don't hate me if i don't, it all depends on how I feel I want the story to go :)

So darlings I love you all and please enjoy :P

I had walked home in a daze that night, confused and rightly muddled, why on earth would the Riddler want to take me to dinner? I refuse to think of it as a date! I am NOT going on a date with a Rogue, no no no! Especially not one who is so exceedingly obnoxious and arrogant. With these thoughts I have no idea how I actually got into my flat and into my bed without getting mugged or hitting any trouble. Letting sleep take me over I know I need some answers and there is only one man I can slightly trust to get the information.

Rolling out of bed I grumble while seeing it's only eleven in the morning, why does my body hate me so and not let me sleep in on my day off? Thinking of that why do I have the day off? Shaking my head in confusion I stumble into the kitchen and eat some yummy cereal (can you hear the sarcasm from where you are), avoiding the milk I turn on the radio and have a little dance to Michael Bublé's music which is bound to make any one want to get up and dance. Smiling to myself I dance into the living room groovying my way to the sofa until I see my brother who had a very unimpressed look on his face but that's not what caught my eye. It was the black eye that was slowly spreading across the left side of his face, nearly dropping the cereal box I gawp at him. What on earth has the dumbass done now?!

"Jason what have you done to your eye?" he guiltily looks down at the floor, sighing I grab his hand and sit him down on the sofa and I re-enter the kitchen. Shoving the cereal box on the side I grab a kitchen towel and put some ice in it, looking around for our first aid kit I find it under the sink I bring it into the living room to. Placing the kitchen towel with ice on his cheek softly I put his hand on it to hold it steadily.

"So you want to tell me what happened Jas?" I question as I open up an anti-bacterial wipe and move his hand holding the ice, delicately I wipe the bruised skin and the bit of skin which had been split and was full of grit.

"Just leave it Clara." Scowling I hold his chin in my fingers and stare into his eyes.

"I will NOT just leave it Jason! What happened?" He pushed my hand away and stood up, standing up as well I grab his hand. "Jason, please?" His blue eyes focus on mine and seem to water a little, I quickly pulled him into a tight hug. "I promise I will not yell, I just want to know what happened." His sigh made a small smile cross my face, he may be bigger and stronger than I will ever be but he will always be my little baby brother.

"Just some lads last night got a bit rough is all." My eyebrows furrow as I look up at him.

"You were at a club?" His eyes looked anywhere but my face as he nods, hmmm. "Does he look as bad as you or worse?" He grinned a little and wraps his arms around my shoulders and hugs me close.

"Don't ever change C!" Laughing softly I rest my head on his chest and try to hug him closer.

"It's not going to be the same as New York is it Jas?" I look up at him and he regretfully looks away. "We both did stupid things back then, moving here is meant to be a change you know that right?"

"You wouldn't have had to move if it wasn't for me."

"I would follow you anywhere; you are my little brother it's my job to look after you!" He lets go of me and ruffles my hair.

"I promise we will not have to move again Care Bear!" he insisted as I handed him the kitchen towel.

"Just try to stay out of trouble; I'm not going to be able to get you out of trouble all the time Jas." He smirked as he walked back to his room.

"You say that but me and you both know you could easily get me out of trouble." Glaring slightly I put my hands on my hips.

"Just because I can hack into things does not mean you should abuse it Jas! You've not told anyone have you?" He grinned at me and touched his nose, shaking my head I go into my room and flop onto my bed groaning, why does my brother have to be so incredibly stupid sometimes?

Suddenly snapping up I look at my chest of draws and see the knee support … shit I've got the date- I mean dinner with the Riddler tonight! Grumbling I slam my head down into my pillows, why me?! Kicking my legs into the bed having a slight tantrum I sit up and run my hand through my hair, getting it caught in quite a lot of tangles. Huffing I grab my mobile off my bedside table and dial in my boss's number. Nibbling on my nail I wait for someone to pick up the phone.

"Hello, this is the Iceberg Lounge, how may we help you?" Smirking at Ariel's bored tones i shake my head.

"Hey Ariel it's Clara, I was wondering if isn't busy could I have a quick word darl?"

"Sure Clar, let me just go give him the phone. How are you anyway? You left work in a real hurry yesterday." Smiling gently you can't help but love Ariel she is just too caring.

"I'm fine Ariel just some men were being idiots yesterday and I wanted to get out of work away from them." I lied slightly, well it's a white lie there were those idiotic men and I did want to get out of work.

"Ah right well I hope it didn't put you off working here Clara! We'd miss you if you left, ah right here we are. Mr. Cobblepot you have a phone call."

"Hello this is Mr Oswald Cobblepot, who is it I'm speaking too?"

"Hey Mr. Cobblepot its Clara!"

"Clara, my dove, how are you? I was meaning to speak with you yesterday but it seems that you were … ahem … preoccupied." Snorting quietly I shake my head, preoccupied trying not to talk to a Rogue and then ends up I've got to have dinner with one… my plans never seem to work!

"I'm quite well thank you Sir, hope you are well too. Ah yes, I need some advice and it seems that you are the only one I can trust with this information."

"What advice do you need my dove?" Sighing I rub my forehead knowing this could either go one way or another.

"I know you are a rogue Penguin, like I know all those who sit at the shadow table are rogue's, now you don't have to worry I will not rat you out to the police because for one; you have not hurt me and two, I prefer to stick with my own business and not get involved with other people's er 'work habits'. However I seem to have managed to accidently catch some attention I really do not want and I need your advice. Will you help me?" I chewed on my bottom lip as I waited for his response, I don't believe I've ever actually heard him be this quiet before, checking the screen I could see he was still there and he hadn't hung up, just yet anyway.

"Well that was highly … unexpected. Do not think to try and blackmail me dove!" His voice had suddenly a dark edge making a shiver run down my spine.

"I wouldn't dream of it Mr. Cobblepot I prefer to keep both my kneecaps in place thank you!" He chuckled down the phone but this wasn't his usual happy go-lucky laugh this was a creepy and I'm going to kill you type of laugh.

"So what help do you need?" Sliding off my bed I quickly poke my head out the door and see Jason's door shut, good he really doesn't need to hear this. Shutting my door silently I run my fingers through my hair again though this time in worry.

"The Riddler has asked me to go to dinner tonight, now I'm not being presumptuous here but I am assuming he does not ask a lot of women to dinner and I know he has no fluffy girly feelings towards me, I want to know whether you know his angle. Why was I invited to dinner?" I paced my room as I thought through the possibilities why he would want to take me to dinner, possibly the biggest reason is too kill me but then why didn't he just quickly pull out a gun and kill me there and then? So many questions and not enough answers, but hopefully could help me on this.

"Well I am assuming it's because of your expertise in computers my dear." Frowning I glance at the computer in my room, please tell me he doesn't know about my hacking past.

"I'm not sure what you mean sir."

"Oh you know exactly what I mean Clara, someone found out about that stunt you pulled in New York and I think this is why Mr Nigma has taken an interest, I bet he will give you a business opportunity tonight. And my advice dove is to take it; he hates it when people do not give him what he wants. I truly don't want to hire another waitress so think carefully." With that he hung up, the phone dropped out of my hand onto my carpet as I started to go into a slight panic attack. Sitting on my bed I put my head between my knees and gasp, how on earth did the Riddler figure out about my past?!

What did I do in New York? Oh a few things, Jason wasn't exactly the most lawful of people and I did my best to keep him out of trouble. His last stunt though I pulled out of it and he ended up in jail for a few months, should I feel guilty? I am guessing the answer is no but I do and that's one of the reasons I've followed Jason here to Gotham to try and keep him on the right side of the law. But anyway, in New York before Jason got locked up I helped him and a few other lads break into a bank, them in the bank while I was on the internet hacking into their databases and codes, was too easy and that's what scared me, how easy it was to break into a bank and steal all the money. I refused from then on to hack into banks or anything important, I didn't take any of the money, Jason and the rest did, I wanted nothing else to do with that business. Part of the reason I do not want to rat the rogue's in, my name will be pulled up on databases and I rather to stay under the radar away from getting in trouble and recognised.

But the main stunt I pulled … that was while Jason was in jail and I managed to get him out, but more of that later I have a problem here!

And somehow the Riddler knows what I can do which is impossible unless he spoke to someone in New York, there's no way Jason would grass me up to the Riddler, but then who would rat me up? Anyway Jason shouldn't even know the Riddler! Frowning I glance at the door, does Jason know the Riddler? Standing up shakily I run my fingers through my hair, bad idea! These tangles are getting even worse!

Sighing, I give in! Might as well have a relaxing bath, and use all the hot water before Jason does, and get ready for whatever is going to happen, no point crying about spilt milk. Looking at the clock I have five hours to get ready … hang on when did it get to three o'clock? Seems like time really does fly when you're having fun … or you know when you're being threatened.

Skipping to the bathroom I turn the hot water on by the boiler, then by the tap -having to hit it a few times before anything comes out ahhh the brilliance of Gotham's water industry- hmmm should I have raspberry bubble bath or blackberry bubble bath? OOOH! Blackberry bubble bath with strawberry bath bombs! Locking the door I strip off and leap into the yummy hot water, oooh the yummy smelly goodness! Sighing in happiness I lower myself lower and lower until it covers my head and hair, quickly sitting up I grab the shower head and let the hot water cascade on my head and down my neck. Lathering up some blackberry shampoo I massage my hair trying to de-stress and let the smelly goodness relax me, it's not totally working as well as I thought it would. All I can think about is what is going to happen to me tonight, I mean is the Riddler going to offer me a position in his er … gang? What does he even call the group of people who work for him? Henchmen? Groupies? Mobsters? A rabble? Why oh why are there all these unanswered questions, the dude should write guidelines!

Finishing my bath by conditioning my hair, washing it out and then lathering myself up in the yummy bubbles, I wrap a towel around myself then when dry smother my body in blackberry body butter … well you might as well go the whole hog and smell fully of these scrummy blackberries. Skipping out the bathroom – with my towel! – I leap into my room, I think the berries may have gone to my head!

"Jeez Clara did you build a Ribena factory in the bathroom it stinks like girl." Frowning I stick my head out of my bedroom door and give my best innocent smile.

"Ribena is blackcurrants, and I prefer to smell like a female than stinky socks thank you!" Sticking my head back in the room and shutting the door I look at my wardrobe. I hate having to choose pretty going out clothes, why can't we go somewhere where I can wear jeans and a jumper? Pouting I decide to do my hair and make-up first, putting the off the boring job. Time to get me looking presentable for a Rogue … Mother is going to kill me!

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Turning around in front of the mirror I can't help but grin, Momma is looking good! Giggling I spin in my black cocktail dress and watch as the bottom flares out slightly, yes I'm a child I know! Looking back in the mirror I smooth down my waist of the black cocktail dress, well he did say 'smart dress', it was either a black or green dress and darn it if I am going to go in his colours! Ruffling my long blonde hair gently I pull it over one shoulder. Making sure my dark pink lipstick hadn't smudged I grab my clutch and slide my phone, keys and purse into it. Hmm do I need a jacket? Peeking out the window I see the wind picking up, guess that answers that question for me! Sliding my cream shawl around my shoulders I step outside my room, not flinching thanks to the knee support and very very small heels I am wearing, I check the clock and see I have one minute before I have to go down to the front of the building. Okay so phone, check! Money, check! Nearly peeing my pants from nerves, check!

"Jas you in?" Confused I look into his room but don't see him, maybe he left? Grabbing a notepad I leave a note saying I was going out for a drink and not to wait up. Looking around the flat I shake my hands nervously before opening the door, breathing in deeply I take a step outside and lock the door behind me. Here I go into the bloody lion's den! Stumbling down the death traps called my apartment stairs I manage not to break my leg or neck, opening the front door I see a black limo out the front. Oh god, please tell me that it is not for me! Looking up and down the street I can see a few people peeking out their windows to catch a glimpse of the person getting in the limo, kill me now?

"So Miss Clara, are you going to stand out there freezing or are you going to join me in the warmth?" A smooth voice called from the window of the limo, quickly looking at the source of the noise I see the Riddler's smirking face looking straight back at me.

"Actually I was wondering why on earth you would bring this, er, vehicle out of all the ones you probably have?" Stepping close to the limo I let the Riddler open the door, hmmm I have two choices here; either run away screaming and probably die OR get in the limo with the Riddler and probably die. Choosing the second option I slip into the doorway onto a leather seat letting my clutch rest on my lap, shutting the door he turns back to me still with that infuriating smirk though he still has his mask on I can now see his bright green eyes.

"Well you certainly clean up well." His eyes look up and down appraisingly at my dress, wow talk about creeper!

"Mhmm, so why did you want to meet?" I ask while raising my eyebrows at the rogue in front of me.

"As a thank you for saving you yesterday I believe." Ahh so he is going down that route, handing me a flute of champagne he sits back against his leather seat his eyes on my one leg that is shown by my dress, he might be a rogue and a criminal but he is still a male!

"What if I've had it on good authority that's not just what this is?" His eyes snap up to focus on my own.

"Curiousity killed the cat song bird!"

"But, satisfaction brought it back. What do you want with me Riddler?" Sipping a bit of drink from his flute, he kept his eyes focused on mine making my stomach tighten with nerves.

"Do I make you nervous?" I swear I saw his smirk widen.

"No, now tell me!" Placing down his glass he tapped on the glass behind him, the limo started to slow down.

"Patience Clara, can't we have a civilised meal first before the questions?" Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth I give him a short nod, might as well humour the man or I will not get any answers off him at all. Stepping out of the limo he reached his hand back for me to hold onto, putting down the glass I grab my clutch and lightly hold onto his hand while stepping out onto the street, amazingly I did not even rip my dress! Releasing his hand straight away I slip my shawl higher up on my shoulders against Gotham's freezing wind. "This way." Following him we walk through a door in the side of a building, please tell me he is not going to kill me here? Glancing at the walls they are all a deep red as is the carpet on the floor, huh I figure the Riddler would prefer green walls, unless of course this is not his lair? Glancing at the man in question I stop short before I walk into the back of him, when did he stop? I really need to start paying attention! Hearing two knocks a block of wood from the door opens and reveals two brown eyes before slamming the block back into the wood and opening the door. Huh weird?

Feeling a hand on the small of my back I look up and have a mask shoved over my eyes, blinking in confusion I raise a hand to touch the slick material.

"Uh Riddler?" Holding a finger up to his lips he leads me by the hand on my back to a table across the room, which now I'm looking at it looks really kind of posh, but why would it be hidden in the side of the building, glancing at the other 'customers' I see a few rogues. Ah now I get it! Walking a few paces in front of me he then turns and offers a chair to me on the other side of the table, wow such a gentleman! Smirking to myself I sit in the offered seat and glance over at him, he seems to be used to this place.

"So do you want to explain why I have to wear this? Or you happy enough just smirking at me?" Chuckling he leans his elbows on the table and places his chin in his hands.

"Oh I was just thinking how wonderful you look in green my dear." Glaring at him I look at my reflection in the spoon on the table and see a dark green mask exposing my own dark green eyes, I will admit I love it but as if I am going to tell him that no no! Pouting I glance back at him seeing him still gazing over at me.

"And who says I should wear your colours?" I raise an eyebrow and pick up my glass of water and sip a little of it, trying to reduce my nerves – it is so not working!

"No one, but I am guessing you will want to when I tell you of the proposition I have for you." Ah hah! This is what Cobblepot was speaking about. Leaning my chin on my palm of my hand I tilt my head at him.

"Oh really? Do tell!" Smirking I raise the glass back up to my lips.

"Simple you work for me or I kill your brother now." Stilling all my movements I let out a soft gasp and glare at the man across from me.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Gritting my teeth I shakily put down the glass and sit up straight.

"What do you mean work for you? And what has Jason got to do with this?" Grinning maliciously he takes out his phone and presses a few keys on it and then slides it across the table, staring at the picture I can't help biting my lip hard. It was of Jason stealing gems from a shop in the Riddler's henchman clothes. "How long has he been working for you?" Swallowing down the bile that was raising in my stomach, I shove the phone back across the table.

"Only a couple of weeks, he is a very hard worker. Now the riddle is whether you'll save him from a fate worse than death. I do need some volunteers for my new death trap." Glaring at him I clench my hands into fists.

"What do you need me to do?" Casually he leans forward and sips from his wine glass, he was playing with me and I was most likely going to lose this game of cat and mouse.

"I heard of the heist you and your brother's friends played in New York, very impressive. You should know your brother speaks very highly of you." Holding in a snarl I rubbed my temple, oh Jason what shit have you got us into this time.

"Yes but I don't do that anymore, let alone know how to hack into a bank now!"

"Ah your brother will be so disappointed in you; then again he will not be around long enough for it to make an impact on you will it." Fisting my fingers in my dress to stop myself from clawing his eyes out I take a deep breath.

"I will do one job for you, but until you let my brother go free I shan't do anything for you understand!"

"Only one job love?" Smiling sweetly I take a drink out of my wine glass; god knows I need the alcohol.

"I'm surprised Riddler, needing a woman to do a meagre job that you could probably easily do, maybe you are not as smart as I have heard." Hearing him choke on a piece of bread made this whole thing worth it, raising my eyebrows in fake concern I hold in the laughter that wanted to escape my throat. "Oh would you like some water?" holding out his glass for him I felt him, rather than saw, swat my hand with the glass so it fell and smashed on the ground. Seeing his green eyes flaring angrily I knew I may have pushed him a bit far with that smart comment but he deserved it.

"You injudicious girl." Smirking I lean back in my chair and hold my hand over my heart.

"Oh how your words wound me, now before we were on about a deal until you threw a tantrum. Now do you take it or not because I am sure many other Rogues could use my skills and won't threaten me with my brother." Keeping my eyes focused on him I play with my dress in my lap nervously, what happens if he doesn't take my bluff? What's going to happen to Jas? His fingers grab his phone and press a few keys and raise it to his ear.

"Let him go. She agreed." Breathing out a sigh of relief I run my fingers through my hair as he ends the call. Jason's safe! Now to deal with the crap he's left for me to deal with now.

"You work for me now." Frowning, I lean forward in annoyance.

"The deal was that I would do one job for you, that is all!" Smirking deviously he rests his chin back in his hand.

"Oh it was but you might come to like the criminal life." Snorting I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.

"Why is that? The costumes?" I run my eyes down his own, which I do admit is quite dashing on his body but NO so NOT going down that route!

"You will not be able to resist the pull towards me, Clara." I think my jaw may have dropped in a mixture of shock and amusement. Coughing slightly I held in the sniggers that were so close to escaping me.

"Oh sure because that'll be the reason!" Chuckling lightly I cover my lips with my hand trying to hold in the giggles.

"I meant the business!" The blush rising on his cheeks made the laughter worse and I had to bite down on my finger to try calm myself. Coughing gently I nodded and sipped my wine looking away, trying to hide the smile that kept spreading across my lips. "Will you stay for some food?" Bemused I tilt my head at his question.

"I'm surprised you would want to keep me as company for your meal."

"You are quite entertaining." Narrowing my eyes I cross my arms.

"And by entertaining you mean, what exactly?" He was saved from replying when a shadow by the table distracted both of us. Looking up, and up, I see the man that Riddler called 'Scarecrow' by the side of us glaring down at the Riddler, oh good hopefully he'll kill him so I don't have to work for him!

"Nigma!" How is it possible for that man's voice to get any more growly and deep? Looking at his face I can see something dark dancing in his eyes making a shiver run up my spine, this man looks like I could easily break him like a twig but those eyes were making me re-think that statement!

"Ah Crane, what can we do for you?" Scowling at the man in front of me, I am so not helping any other Rogues thank you very much! Feeling those blue eyes on me I look back up at him and see his eyes were actually black, huh?!

"Well Johnny-boy really skipped a few things out when telling me about you! How's the leg love?" Okay this is so NOT the Doctor who I spoke to, what is up with him?

"It's getting better thank you." I try for a genuine smile but I somehow don't think it came across that way.

"Mind if I have a look at it, just to check." Nervously biting my lip I quickly glance at Riddler who was looking more than mildly pissed off, huh might as well piss him off more. Sliding around in my seat I cross my leg over which let the slit of my dress open further showing Scarecrow my offending knee. Seeing his naughty smirk directed at Edward I hide a smile, he was doing it to piss him off as much as I was. His one cold hand clasped the back of my calve as he slid the knee support down, blushing slightly at the intimate placement of his hands I glance at Edward who seemed to be glaring daggers at him more and more. "Tut tut child, you've not been to the hospital have you?" Smiling innocently I point towards Edward.

"Blame him, he has been keeping me busy." It was then Edwards turn to smirk, blushing even more as I sounded out what I said in my head, well too late to take that now! Pushing my knee support back up and secured it properly before standing up.

"Didn't realise you two were together." Snorting I shake my head as Edward nods his own.

"We are not together he has just employed me for a certain job he seems incapable of completing on his own." I cross my arms and lean back in my chair smiling at the two rogues. Chuckling with a dark sneer across his face, Scarecrow stares at Edward.

"And what can't the great Edward Nigma do?"

"None of your business Crane!"

"There is not Crane at the moment, only Scarecrow." His snarl made me jump slightly in my seat, eyes wide I stare at Edward who seems to be trying not to smile, bloody psycho!

"Ah of course, sorry Scarecrow! What can we do for you?" What is with these men and their mood swings?

"Well if she's not called for I wouldn't mind her!" Smiling sweetly at him I shake my head.

"Sorry Scarecrow until I finish my job I'm holding out on all dates and men." Leaning more on his two arms he leans closer.

"I'm sure I could make you reconsider."

"You probably could, however I'm sorry to say you'll have to speak to my boss about dates that I am free." I cheekily wink at Edward who rolls his eyes at me. Smirking at me, Scarecrow reverts his attention back onto Edward.

"Where's my chemical's Nigma?"

"At the warehouse Scarecrow, like I said."

"Well I think you might want to ring your men up, as there are none there." Huffing slightly, I'm bored can't you tell, I stand up and grab my clutch bag.

"Well gentlemen it's been a pleasure but I've got to get home. Busy day and all that jazz." Walking forward I feel Edwards arm clamp around my waist making me stumble into his side, glaring up at him I try to move but it seems there is muscle under his coat, figures!

"Let me walk you to the limo, Scarecrow give me a moment." Pulling me away from the table and then the room he slammed me up against the brick wall outside the building scraping the skin of my back against the brick. "What. Was. That?!" Confused I tilt my head.

"What was what?" His fingers on my waist dug into the material of my dress making a hiss escape me.

"Don't play coy with me song bird. What was with the flirting with Crow?" Once again I think my jaw has dropped!

"I was NOT flirtin' with Scarecrow! Even if I was, what business is it of yours who I flirt with or not." I snarl back at him while trying to free myself from his clutches.

"You may not like this but I am your boss and I suggest you do not try to flirt with him again!" What the hell was his problem?

"Why have you got such a problem with a man, albeit a crazy one, asking me for a date and giving me a slight compliment? It's more than you have done tonight Edward, is that what annoys you that they might catch my attention?"

"Don't be absurd!" He shakes his head making his hat wobble a bit on his head.

"Then colour me confused! Now if you've had enough of rough housing me and confusing me to no end I'd actually like to get home and see my brother!" I push against his chest attempting to move him but it seems like i'm hitting a concrete wall.

"I don't mean to confuse you Clara, just don't do it again." Sighing, I look up into his eyes.

"Let me go home Edward, please?" Great now I'm begging, this was not how I planned tonight going. He raised a hand up to my face stroking his rough thumb against my cheek, okay talk about confusing the hell outta me! I could feel my eyes widen slightly and see a blush rise again on his cheeks, then feeling material coming off my face I scrunch my nose up at the odd feeling.

"You'll need this mask working for me, that way it'll keep your identity concealed from outside influences." He slid the mask into my hand and very softly kissed my cheek. "I'll be in touch." And with that he left me standing against the brick wall more confused than I've ever been.

One thing is for certain though.

That brother of mine won't need the Riddler to kill him. I'm going to fucking do it myself!

EEEEK did you like it? Please tell me you didn't hate it! ARGHHHHH so worried you guys aren't going to like this chapter! Sorry it's so long I needed to get all the information in and the conversations and then late last night I was watching Batman and Scarecrow popped up and I realised how much I think he's a yummy man (Obviously the craziness would be an issue :P) so I had to add him in this chapter ;) Edward needs a bit of competition and who better than tall, dark and deviously handsome ;)

MWAH love you all please review and comment! Makes my day whenever someone does :D!