Silent Shore

Summary: A former psychologist teams up with one of Gotham's villains, only batman doesn't see it that way-it was more like Scarecrow was holding her hostage...maybe it was the other way around.

Author's note: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I just wrote the second to last chapter here- I knew where I was going and this is really just a filler for the idea that first bounced around my head. Lol I totally put an authors name in the story, this author wrote Star Trek next generation books, the cold equations trilogy to be exact, they are really good books!

Kind of a combo chapter, I don't write Bat well.

"He hasn't been seen in at least a month, not a peep out of him-no one falling over dead due to his toxin or anything!" Gordon seemed really revved up about it, I didn't blame him. We were all worried what Crane could be up to. "Someone said he'd been shot when your men were chasing him." Gordon nodded; "Yeah, but we don't know if he was actually hit or not…there was a lot of blood so I would say he had been."

Maybe he was recovering somewhere then. "I'll try to track him down, but I'm not sure how long that would take me." Gordon nodded; "At least someone would be looking for him, we've got other things on our plate at the moment." Like cleaning up after The Joker. "Lets hope he doesn't add more to it then." I took a few steps and then I was in the air, gliding to the bat-mobile.

It was worrying that Crane hadn't yet resurfaced, but maybe he wouldn't for a while due to a bullet in the side-if he was still alive, at this point anything was possible. I decided to end for the night, it was close to dawn as it was...But still where was Crane and what if anything was he doing? If it was anything, then it was probably nothing good, I supposed that in time I would find out what it was he was doing.

Crane's POV

"Hey, waky waky!" I cracked an eye open and smiled at Irina, she was half awake herself and wearing a giant nightshirt. "Morning already?" She nodded and practically jumped into my lap, "News central here we come." She was addicted to the morning news, watched it every morning to stay in the loop. Not that it really helped all that much, they gave you things that you really didn't have to know, but they wanted the ratings like every other television station.

"In other news, The Joker was taken back to Arkham, here are some comments about his arrest." And it went to a shot of a crowd who looked really quite unruly, great give the masses the mike. "They really shouldn't do this-it fuels him." We both knew that, she didn't think Arkham was doing it's job, especially after I told her some of the conditions that inmates were subjected to.

"Suppose they think it's smart bad mouthing him when he's locked up." A woman was ranting about how they should just put the Joker down, or something. "And they think killing is the solution, well okay maybe with him-he doesn't want to be helped." Most of the inmates at Arkham didn't want to be helped, I was a perfect example of that…well not now, not since meeting Irina, she made me regret doing the things I did.

"Um, yeah that's not creepy at all dude." What was Irina? Shit, double shit. How had he found me? BatMan seemed shocked to see me and Irina paling around. "Crane." I didn't know what to say. "Well this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I told you to turn yourself in." I chuckled. "Yeah, me neither. I suppose your going to want answers BatMan." He was silent, but than again he normally was.

"Hey I know, bats would you escort my friend here to the police-but you know skip the beating?" As if he would do such a thing. "What the hell?" He muttered, I'd never heard the bat curse before-scream yes, hiss check, but curse? Nope not in a million years. "Me and Jonathan here were getting along just fine, he wasn't attempting to spray anyone with his toxin nor kill in any other manner-he was pretty chummy actually."

"Crane, will you come quietly?" I froze, he seemed quite ready for a fight-If I didn't give him one did that mean he wouldn't punch me in the face? "Yeah, but um, I need a change of clothes if you don't mind, Irina would you?" She smiled; "Yeah, I'll go." She left the room so I could get changed, Bat Man was a man so it didn't matter if he saw my boxers. It wasn't anything he didn't see every day himself, though he wasn't nearly as skinny as I was.

"Alright Irina!" She sauntered back in wearing jeans and a tee. "Just call me or write, which ever they let you do okay? I want to know if they treat you badly." Bat Man frowned, "You think that Arkham will-" She overrode him; "They treat people like crap. Just a few days with me and he told me what they were really like there, abuse by orderlies, doctors not quite treating patients as just drugging them." Bat Man didn't look all that happy about that news.

"And how would you know the difference between treatment and abuse?" She smirked; "I worked for the David Mack psychiatric hospital in San Francisco." That caught his attention; "You aren't Irina Rosenthal are you?" She shrugged; "I didn't think that got all they way here, well damn-no wonder my neighbors don't like me." Bat Man didn't seem like he knew how to respond to that. "Come on lets go." and he grabbed my arm, but it wasn't as hard as usual. Was he actually being nice to me? "See you later Irina!"

Play List:

Hero Ft Elizaveta by Monstercat &Pegboard nerds

I'm afraid of Americans by Nine Inch Nails & David Bowie

Blind by Hurts