Hours had passed as Crane had taken a moment to rub his tired eyes. It seemed as though after his outburst, time had slowed to a screeching halt. Minutes passed like hours and the hours have felt like eternity. Sometimes Nirvana would get up and wonder as she was lead by her nightmare through one realm to another. Now however, she had laid down on her bed with some guidance from Crane. She wasn't sleeping, but going through her inner demons in silence, wide eyed but no tears. The sun had begun to tease at the corners of the door and soon the lights flickered on overhead. If she didn't snap out of it soon, he was going to have to leave her to her own devices and that made his stomach turn. As the lights grew brighter, so did her music coming on over the speakers. He hadn't considered himself a music enthusiast, but he had grown to appreciate the personal insight it gave him on his patient. The song that came on he hadn't heard yet and listened as the sound of ocean waves danced through the speakers and into the room and the gentle plucking of strings and smooth movement of violin tunes and was greeted by a sweet feminine voice. Then a deep male. He listened to it with interest as Nirvana stirred slightly. His eyes rested back on her as she rose from her bed, sitting as her black hair fell like a waterfall from her shoulders. Her face stayed facing away from him but he heard her voice come softly and joined the voices from the song. Crane watched her silently.

"He said, 'Now hush love, here's your gown.

There's the bed, lantern's down.'

But I don't want to go to sleep; in all my dreams, I drown," her voice was sweet and soft with the music and Crane cautiously moved from the wall not making a noise as he moved towards her. He knelt down behind her as her voice continued to sing the somber tone.

"-The only thing I beg of you

Don't make me go to sleep"

The sky it flashed, heave ho, heave ho, His pillow toed to the brink.

The curtains ran between my legs as we began to sink.-"

Crane very gently placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jerk it out of his hand as she let her body continue to ride the nightmarish wave she had been forced into. She murmured the song quietly, her voice even softer than before. He tried again, placing his hand on her shoulder and applied light pressure. She continued to murmur and he very carefully used his hand to pull her down to the sheets to lay down with her head resting on the pillow. His eyes rested on her face as he saw it better, up close and personal. Her eyes were slowly returning to their jade green color and her face was stained with tears. Her lips looked red as if she had been biting them but otherwise she didn't look too bad. He couldn't help but smile quietly. The feeling of pride filled his chest. What a trooper. She had made it through 7 hours of it so far and she handled it much more gracefully than he ever had alone in his home. And he had even given himself lighter doses. Her eyes stayed open as they looked at the wall but he could see that sleep would claim her soon. He took a seat next to the mattress as he continued to look at her.

Should he try asking her again? Maybe being in between worlds would help him achieve an answer. He saw her eyes become half-lidded and he moved a few strands of her black hair out of her face, causing her to jerk again, but her eyes stayed relaxed. He did so again but she didn't move this time. His fingers gently touched her forehead and he felt her skin was cold but damp. He nodded quietly and made a slight note of it in the back of his mind. He ran his fingers down her neck in a soothing motion and Nirvana breathed in deeply.

"Can you tell me now, Nirvana? What did you see?" Crane asked quietly, running his fingers up and down her neck, not sensually but in a comforting way. Nirvana grumbled quietly in a response and his heart raced in excitement, "one more time, what did you say?"

Nirvana swallowed the dry lump in her throat and spoke again though still much louder than a whisper, "Go to hell, Crane." His chest became aflame with rage in an instant but he cooled it quickly. His fingers removed themselves from her flesh in a cool motion.

"If you just told me, it'd make your life so much easier," he stated with an icy tone, which made Nirvana laugh darkly. His ears picked up something that he had never heard before, a darkness that he hadn't recognized as being inside his comrade.

"Make me suffer, Crane, and I'll make you suffer as well," she stated in the same deep tone as her laugh. Jonathon ran his tongue over his teeth in a quick motion and shook his head in frustration. He took a deep breath through his nose and stood up from the side of the side of the mattress.

"How long do the hallucinations last?" She asked coolly, her eyes still staring at the wall.

"About 8 to 9 hours. So they should stop soon. I have to go to work," he stated with a quick movement to the door of the room. He thought about telling her not to go to sleep but then smirked and kept that information to himself. It should be interesting to know she was probably having terrible dreams while he was at work. Nirvana stayed quiet then and curled into herself on her mattress and Crane quietly left the room. That day may not have been a success but the next one would be. He didn't know how much to step up the game but he'd figure it out. After a quick power nap in his office and a good night's sleep for the both of them, he'd make sure that their next meeting would be him hearing her scream her fears to him. He relished in the thought as he walked to his office.

...

Nirvana had fallen asleep around 11am and had quickly woken up drenched in sweat after a terrifying nightmare. She had collected herself and fallen back asleep but the same thing had happened. And again. And again. It wasn't until 4pm that she received uninterrupted sleep. She figured Crane had done this on purpose and all she had the strength to do was flip off the cameras from her bed but she didn't get up all day. When food was brought to her, she didn't move. She wasn't hungry. At least not yet. She was just so tired. The lights had clicked off and placed Nirvana in the dark which was both terrifying and relieving. She didn't see any hallucinations in the dark which she was thankful for. But she wondered if Crane was going to come back. This was enough to keep her laying in her bed with her eyes slightly open but not enough to keep her from falling asleep a couple hours later and not moving until the early morning hours.

She turned in her bed, wondering what had woke her up, pulling the blanket over her shoulders, nestling into it and closing her eyes once again before they shot open when she heard voices. She quickly jumped out of bed, her tired body resisting for a moment before she went to the window in the door and listening closer. She knew those voices. The images of the people they belonged to came clear into her mind. She waited for the right moment before her hand shot forward out of the window and grabbed the shirt of one of the people walking past and pulled them to the door with whatever strength she had left.

Familiar pale skin and wicked grin came into view while green eyes were looking into a pair that matched her own. A face squeezed into the remaining space there was next to the person Nirvana had grabbed.

"Doc! Long time no see! What are you doing in there?" The giggling voice came to Nirvana as a dose of reality. Joker grinned widely while Harley did the same.

"Whooooa look at her eyes!" Harley squealed in excitement.

Nirvana kept her grip on Joker's purple dress shirt as she held him against the other side of the door. Her face was serious and dark, her eyes glimmered against the moon light entering the room and Joker got a good look at them as Harley commented on their appearance. The green shimmered brightly but laced with the green were streaks of toxic orange.

"Get me out of here," she stated darkly, her voice steady as the pair of them took her in with a jovial look in their eyes.

...

Crane sat at home with his shirt off as he worked on something. Sweat dripped off his forehead and soaked his hair. Glacier eyes were focused as he turned a wrench, tightening the bolt on something. In front of him was a threatening looking chair, as if it was taken straight out of a horror movie. It was black wood with worn red leather covering the seat, back, and arms of the chair. Metal clamps were attached to the arms and legs of the chair and these were what Crane was fixing. He'd make Nirvana tell him what he wanted to know, it was all a matter of turning up the heat a little bit.

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Song Credit!

"In All My Dreams I Drown" by Jessica Lowndes which was in Terrance Zdunich's Devils Carnival