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Crane sat in his cot, mindlessly staring off into the distance of Gotham bay once again. If he weren't in a cell, he would enjoy the view. Only thing he was missing was Sofia.

Just when I was enjoying the view…

Jonathan rolled his eyes before perking his ears up at the sound of some sort of commotion coming from the end of the hall. He turned his head, to see Bolton and three other guards holding down what looked like Joker on a vertical gurney.

Hmph. Clown must have fucked up the blonde after all.

I don't think so. Otherwise we would have heard something by now.

"Sharp!" Bolton shouted into his pager, "I need more guards!"

Jonathan was now standing when he noticed Joker resisting the straps from the gurney. He'd never seen the Joker act this way when being transported, not even when he was aggravated with staff. Joker didn't even acknowledge Crane; his eyes were insane, and his head thrashed about while there was a muzzle on his mouth. His hair was now in front of his face and Crane could hear him growling from underneath the mouthpiece.

The hells wrong with him?

Something's wrong. He doesn't normally act this way. He's resisting, not according to any form of plan either. It's as if he doesn't even care what's going on, he's just trying to get out.

Why?

Jonathan's eyes widened, there's only one thing that makes J act this way.

Sofie.

Well we can only hope am I right?

Jonathan ignored Crow, turning and seeing one of the guards who worked for Joker, eagerly try to catch up behind.

"Ash is it?"

The guard turned to look at Jonathan from outside of his cell, "Yes?"

"What's going on?"

Ash glanced back to make sure there were no other guards or staff that may hear him. He was new and didn't want to ruin anything with his boss. He shrugged and shook his head, "Don't know. He wanted me to make sure his sister was alright. Whispered something about sending a message to Frost about it. He was pretty persistent that something happened."

Jonathan felt a rush of worry wash over his body, "Have you sent that message?"

The young man nodded, "Yeah. Frost admitted to Ms. Black being attacked by Falcone."

Crane furrowed his brows, "Falcone?"

Ash nodded, "His son. Alberto."

"Son?"

The guard once again shrugged, "I'm not sure. Just insisted that Ms. Black was alright and to assure the boss about it. But I haven't had the chance yet since he's surrounded by Bolton's men."

Crane sighed, she was alright. But he needed to speak with her. His blue orbs met Ash's, "Do you suppose you could do me a small favor Ash?"

Ash watched the young doctor, not sure whether to listen since he did work with his boss.

"Uh… S…Sure."

Crane let a mischievous grin spread across his full lips.

Sofia pulled into the club's lower level garage and stepped out of the car. She inspected the car and frowned, the car was ruined. She heard footsteps come up from behind her to her side while they spoke.

"I take it you don't want J knowing about this just yet?" Frost asked

She scoffed and shook her head, "I don't suppose you could tell him instead of me?"

Frost quirked a brow and raised his hands defensively, "I don't think so kid. Sorry, I'll do anything else for ya. But this is one conversation I will not be participating in."

She sighed, turning to head for the stairway, "Great. Just another excuse for him to claim I'm irresponsible."

Frost smirked, "Come on. You still have a meeting in a half hour."

Sofia looked down at her clothes. They were filthy and she her head was coated with dried blood.

"Go get ready and I'll handle everything else." He said

She let out a breath and nodded, still clearly upset that her car was totaled. She began walking until she heard a clear….

Killer

Her heart stopped, and she froze, glancing around to see where the noise came from. Frost turned to look at her, "Is it the voices?" He asked knowingly

Sofia stared at the ground, letting out slow cautious breathes before swallowing and looking back at the young man, "No." she replied shortly as she rushed back up to the club to get ready in the spare room J kept for her.

Frost watched her, well aware that she was lying. But didn't push it, he continued to reach into his pocket and grab his phone, making a few calls before J's visitor.

Sofia was able to reach her bathroom and shut the door without having to hear another voice. She leaned slumped against the door and pressed her hand to her head, feeling a bit overwhelmed suddenly. She hadn't had a panic attack in a while, so her shaking was making her nervous. But she resisted the urge to fall on the floor and instead forced herself to get into the shower. She grabbed hold of the bathroom counter to see the damage done, which, not to her surprise, was not a lot. Ever since the day she was placed in the pit, she noticed she healed faster, her senses were sharper, and her pain tolerance had heightened a bit more.

As she lifted her hair to see the cut, it was already nearly healed up. But she would still need a bandage. Thankfully it was in an area of her head that no one could see once the blood was cleaned up. So she decided to jump in the shower to quickly rinse herself off.

Killer

Sofia snapped her eyes open and backed away from the water now pouring down her naked body. Her head cautiously looked around in search of someone there. She knew it was the voices, but they sounded so clear that time she could have swore it came from right behind her. As if she could almost feel a breath from someone briefly touch her shoulder.

When she didn't hear anything else, she frowned and shook her head. Aggravated that these voices would just come and go as they please. But she didn't have time for them right now. She had a job to do, even though Francis was handling things at gallery, there was still a lot that needed to get done. A banquet that Bruce Wayne normally hosts every year like the one prior was coming up and she wasn't going to mess that up. Val had always thrown such beautiful banquets. And her brother's work needed to be done correctly. So now was not the time to be worrying about inconvenient voices whisper sweet nothing in her ear. Now was the time to focus and handle things the way her brother would. Without any hesitation.

But unlike her brother... She needed to stay sane.

Once she finished cleaning herself up and patching up any open wounds, Sofia decided to put on a casual large gray and black blazer that fell over her shoulders with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. She wore tight fitted black pants and her usual locket on her neck. Deciding it would be best to leave her white hair down so not to show off any part of her bandage, she walked to the dresser in front of the mirror and pulled out some shimmery lip gloss and red lipstick, trying to decide which one looked best with her outfit.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Sofia's eyes fell over to the phone on the solid surface. It was a private number…

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

She remembered the odd phone calls she had been getting recently and worried if this was the number. She picked up the phone and watched the screen for a few moments before taking a breath and closing her eyes. Sliding the green button up, she placed the phone to her ear.

"Whoever this is. I suggest you stop calling me or that will be the last time you ever make a phone call again."

'It's amusing when you act tough Sofie.'

Sofia's eyes widened, "John?"

'Did I scare you?'

She furrowed her brows, "How?"

'Don't worry about that. I don't have much time, so let's not waste it on figuring out how I managed to contact you.'

She stood quiet for a few moments, wondering if she should tell him about what she's bee going through. But that would only make things worse, make him worry.

'I heard you were attacked.' He stated with a stricter tone

Sofia sighed, "Yes. But I'm fine. It was Falcone's son."

'What did he want?'

She shook her head, "He said I had a bounty on my head."

'Did he put the bounty on your head?' Jonathan got more concerned when he thought of Falcone's family attempting to hurt him by hurting the only thing he cared about.

"No. He mentioned someone else, but before he could say their name. Someone shot him from the building's rooftop."

This didn't sit well with Crane at all. But he remained calm. 'I don't want you going anywhere by yourself, am I understood?'

Sofia chuckled lightheartedly, "John. I'll be fine—

'No Sofia. Do not go anywhere alone. I am not out there to make sure you don't do anything reckless. And knowing you. You will. So please promise me this. If not for you at least do it for me.'

Sofia listened to Crane's words, smiling to herself at how protective he was. "I'll promise if you start eating."

Crane rolled his eyes but sighed in defeat, 'Yes. Alright. I promise.'

She smirked triumphantly to herself.

'Stop smiling.'

Quirking a brow, she asked, "How do you even know-?

'Because I know everything you do. I've already told you.'

She furrowed her brow and looked up at the window, wondering if she was being watched by Crane's men at all, "You don't have like cameras in my room, do you?"

'Not that I'm aware of.'

She sighed in relief.

'Now the showers a different story.'

Her blood ran cold and she stood up straight, "Jonathan!" She shouted in anger

She could hear him chuckled on the other line, 'Only joking Sofie.'

She rolled her eyes, "You better be. That is my private time."

'I've shared plenty of private moments with you. That should be no different.'

She scoffed, "There's a big difference John."

There was a slight pause of silence, 'Is something wrong Sofie?'

Sofia stiffened but quickly replied with a swift, "No. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about."

Crane took in the way she eagerly tried to avoid his question. But didn't say anything further.

'Right. Well I have to go Sofie. I'm out of time.' He commented

Sofia frowned, still wanting to hear his voice, "Fine….. I love you."

Jonathan was quiet for a few moments, 'I know.'

She rolled her eyes, despite knowing very well, he loved her back, it was still a very unusual thing for him to say. That's when she heard a knock at the door.

'Oh and one more thing.'

Before she could answer for Frost to come in, she continued to listen, 'Go with the red lipstick.'

Her eyes widened as the call hung up.

Jonathan smiled to himself as he glanced down at the phone in his hands.

You really left her on a cliffer didn't you?

Jonathan continued to smirk as he looked up at the young guard, who reached over to grab the phone until pulled it away playfully.

"I think I'll keep this."

Ash furrowed his brows, "But… I could get in trouble?"

"No one will find out. Don't worry."

The young guard's hand dropped to the side, his face a bit hesitant, "But…. My pictures."

Crane turned his back on the guard and walked to the other end of the cell, "I'm sure you won't need your drunken Friday night photos. Not exactly sentimental value are they?"

I'm sure he means the bitches nudes he's got on there.

Nonetheless. Nothing of sentimental value.

Ash sighed, "Yes sir."

Crane glanced over his shoulder with a smug look, "Good. You may be excused Ash."

Ash nodded and walked back down the hallway.

"Oh and Ash."

The boy turned, waiting for Crane to speak.

"I need food. Get me some."

Ash glanced around before nodding once again, "Yes sir." And retreated back down the long corridor for the solitary confinement.

This wouldn't be because you made a bullshit promise to some pain in the ass woman would it? This is strictly because you need to gain more strength, right?

Jonathan rolled his eyes; A promise is a promise, He replied, now glancing down at the phone in his hand.

Besides, what's wrong with a little more strength?

Squeezing the phone and wanting to slap Jonathan, she took a dee breath and groaned in frustration, "That man…"

"Come in," she ordered, now turning and grabbing the red lipstick from the dresser. All while Frost walked in, "Ms. Black. Our guest is in."

She puckered her lips before fixing her hair and placing the phone in her pocket, "Did you get his name?"

Frost nodded, "Yeah," he replied as they made their way for the VIP section of the club, "Nigma."

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