Aura skipped down the stairs and approached Jonathan's back slowly. The soft click of her shoes on the marble sounded out in the hall and Jonathan spun on his heel to face her. An audible breath caught in the young man's throat when his eyes cast a sweeping glance over her. Aura felt the rising heat of a blush creeping up her cheeks as she watched his eyes roam. Jonathan cleared his throat as if to speak but no sound came out. Aura giggled softly into her hand. It would seem the young man was speechless. Aura smiled at him.

"You look lovely would be a great way to start the conversation." a deep, warm voice filled the entrance hall.

Aura twirled around in surprise as Bruce Wayne waltzed into the room, an air of authority following him. "Bruce?" Her voice was level but a slight tinge of surprise laced it. Aura sneaked a peek at the man standing next to her. Jonathan's face was unreadable but his body posture had become rigid. It appeared that he was uncomfortable being in Wayne's presence. "I thought you said that you would be busy tonight with the last minute party details."

Wayne approached the two of them a smile still frozen on his face. "I'm never too busy to meet a friend of yours. Besides," he turned and locked eyes with Jonathan, "it is my responsibility to ensure your safety."

Aura shot Bruce a cold stare to which he only smiled wider towards her. Jonathan stepped towards Bruce and extended his hand. "Jonathan Crane, it is a pleasure to meet a friend of Aura."

"Bruce Wayne." They clutched hands together and Aura watched Jonathan's face closely. Something flashed behind his eyes when Bruce's hand gripped his. She couldn't quite place the emotion that briefly made its appearance but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. Bruce released Jonathan's hand shortly after.

Jonathan took a step back to be at Aura's side once again. "You can be assured that Aura will come to no harm while in my company."

"While I do not doubt that, I am still unsure. A lot has happened to Aura lately and I would hate to see her be in harm's way again."

Aura could feel a small pressure begin in her head. Anger was beginning to boil up in her veins at the way Bruce was acting. He was not her babysitter and he for sure was not her father. What right did he have to treat her friend like he was a criminal. "Bruce," she started, a slightly more forceful and dark tone than she had intended slipped from her lips, "there is no call for this hostility that..."

"It is quite all right Aura." Jonathan interjected softly beside her. "I completely understand."

"What?" Aura asked, looking at Jonathan. The man was smiling but it was not out of joy, rather the smile was that of someone placing a chess piece in just the spot they needed to checkmate their opponent. It was as if he knew something or was aware of something that no one in the room had yet to figure out. The hairs on her nape stood on end as she took in the profile of the man beside her.

"Mr. Wayne does not yet know me therefore he is apprehensive as to if I am a threat or not." Jonathan waved his hand infront of him, giving off an air of overwhelming self-confidence. "Perhaps you would like to ask me some questions about myself, put your mind at ease."

Aura looked back at Bruce expecting a smart mouthed comeback. Instead the CEO simply placed his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "Not necessary. If Aura trusts you then I suppose I can as well, Jonathan Crane." Bruce spun on his heel, waving his hand in goodbye. "You two have fun!"

Bruce Wayne slipped into his private study. A grand piano stood next to a large window overlooking the front grounds. Below he watched as Jonathan Crane opened the passenger door on a black four door sedan and ushered Aura into the car. The brief meeting with the young man did not go as Bruce had planned it. At first glance the man appeared as any normal young man their age. Nothing out of the ordinary really called out to him as Bruce approached the two people in his front hall. That was until he spoke out and Crane's eyes unfocused from Aura and locked onto him. There was something unmistakeable in those icy blue eyes, dangerous warning. Bruce was immediately put on guard when that emotion flashed across the stranger's gaze, however when Aura called out to him Jonathan had visibly relaxed. The warning in those eyes changed to caution and then slowly to cold emptiness.

The closer Bruce came to Crane the more rigid the man's posture had become. Something told Bruce that the man did not feel comfortable in a stranger's presence. But when Bruce was finished speaking, and had put an emphasis on the fact that he would ensure Aura was safe, something new flashed into Crane's eyes. Amusement.

Bruce turned to the piano and struck a few keys in a small, hollow tune. A soft clicked sounded from a nearby bookcase to reveal a hidden elevator. The elevator descended quickly down into the depths hidden underneath Wayne Manor. As Bruce walked down the darkened, cavern passageway lights ahead of him flickered on to give off just enough light to see by. The passageway opened into a large cavern after a few yards and once Bruce crossed into the cavern, large sodium lights illuminated the cave. A large computer dominated the western wall surrounded by countless workbenches. Bruce crossed to the computer seating himself comfortably as the computer started up. He clicked into a police databank and ran the name "Jonathan Crane."

Nothing came up which was a good sign that meant that he was not a criminal. Next Bruce opened a databank compiled by himself that recorded all information on the denizens of Gotham City. The databank automatically attached itself to many sources, FBI, CIA, the Pentagon, and many more, to gather information on whoever or whatever subject the user asked for. Bruce once again typed in "Jonathan Crane," then sat back and waited as the databank scanned its sources pulling any information it could find on the young stranger.

Jonathan gripped the steering wheel tightly as he pulled away from the towering Wayne Manor. 'How dare he assume that I will hurt Aura?How dare that spineless coward claim responsibility for MY Aura's safety! Jonathan! You will kill this man or I will do it for you. He dares to challenge our intentions towards MY Aura?'

Jonathan inwardly sighed. He stole a quick glance over to the girl in question. She was looking around his car, humming to whatever song was on the radio. He refocused on the road as the Scarecrow continued to rant and rave. 'Quiet.' Jonathan stated without emotion to his darker half. When Wayne had unexpectedly come into the hall Jonathan had been caught off guard. He and the Scarecrow immediately went on the defensive ready to strike out if this stranger had any intentions of harming Aura. However when Aura called out to the man, the tensions subsided and Jonathan relaxed. Scarecrow however did not. That was when it had started. Scarecrow began to rant about how Aura should not be in another man's household when she should be with them. Jonathan easily was able to push the Rogue further into his mind, silencing him. That was until Wayne implied that Jonathan had ill intentions towards Aura. Scarecrow howled and tried to claw his way forward. It took everything that Jonathan had to hold the Rogue back. He himself was only amused at the man's statements. Little did he know.

'You dare to silence me?!'

'Yes I do. Wayne's suspicions towards us are not unfounded. He does not know us from Adam so how can he be sure that Aura will be safe with us?'

'Aura is not his responsibility.' Scarecrow replied flatly.

Jonathan laughed inside his mind. A smile played as his lips. 'He has every right to be suspicious. You yourself would snatch Aura away without second thought if I was not here to stop you.' The Scarecrow was silent and another laughed resounded in Jonathan's mind. 'See? Besides he is just doing us a favor.'

'Elaborate.' Scarecrow ordered.

'Wayne is protecting our Aura until such a time as she is willing to come to us.'

'You are moving to slowly, Jonathan. I want Aura. I need Aura. We need her.'

The pleading tone that the Scarecrow took, while surprising coming from the Rogue, scared Jonathan. He could feel a shiver shake down his spine. If Aura rebuked their feelings or advances, if she refused them, Jonathan feared what the Scarecrow would do. How far was the Rogue willing to go? When something concerning Aura arose Jonathan could feel his once iron grip on the Rogue slipping. It was getting harder to control him the closer they came to their Aura. 'Patience or you will loose her. If you put your trust in me I can guarantee that she will be ours and we will never have to let her go.' Jonathan could feel the Rogue smile and he floated further back into his mind. That promise should keep him at bay for awhile.

A soft touch on his arm drug Jonathan from his mind and back into reality. He looked over to Aura as she withdrew her hand. "You okay?"

Jonathan furrowed his brows and smiled. "I could not be any better. Why do you ask?"

Aura frowned and looked down at her lap. Jonathan felt the overwhelming need to reach out to her but pushed it back. Scarecrow had become deathly silent waiting to hear the reason for Aura's sudden sadness. "I'm sorry about Bruce. I didn't think that he would act like that."

Jonathan smiled. He slowed at a red light and took a deep breath. Quickly before he could stop himself, he reached out and grasped Aura's hand. She looked up at him and as Jonathan met her unnatural lavender gaze his heart skipped a beat. Comfortingly he said, "I am not in the least bit bothered by what Mr. Wayne said. He was just trying to feel me out and make sure I'm not a kidnapper or worse." Scarecrow howl with a grating laughter. 'Something amusing?'

'Worse? Like a Rogue?'

Jonathan ignored him. Aura gave him a smile and entwined her fingers in his. "Thank you for being understanding." Jonathan nodded and pulled through the intersection as the light turned green. "So where are we going?"

"Tsk, tsk. It is a surprise Aura." Jonathan replied softly.

A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of a small French cafe. Jonathan quickly stepped from the car, coming around to help Aura from the car. She smiled as he offered his arm to her. "I've never had French before."

"I figured as much. Not a very popular cuisine in this city but a marvel once you discover it." Jonathan could feel his heart beating wildly as he led Aura into the small restaurant. The hostess led them to the quiet table Jonathan frequented. Aura blushed as he pulled her chair out for her, tucking it in as she sat. Jonathan choose to sit beside her. "Would you like me to order for you?"

Aura smiled as she looked over the menu. "You come here often?"

"Yes actually." Jonathan pointed a few of the menu items, his favorites, out to Aura. The waiter took his order after bringing them wine. "I think you will enjoy dinner."

Aura blushed again. "I would have enjoyed fast food as long as you were here." A pale hand suddenly clasped her mouth and her blush darkened considerably. Jonathan felt his own cheeks becoming hot but he quickly controlled it. "I mean, that didn't come out right." Aura sighed in annoyance at her outburst. "I don't get to go out often ever since I moved to Gotham. It is nice to be able to enjoy the city with a friend."

Jonathan smiled at her and laughed softly to clear her apprehension. One advantage he had over her was his ability to gauge her emotional level and body language, a side effect of his career path. They made small talk as their food arrived. Jonathan wanted badly to ask Aura questions about her past so that he could learn more about her but he waited. He needed her to be calmer and more comfortable in his presence before he felt that she would be willing to disclose any information he asked for. Likewise he was unprepared to answer questions about himself. Jonathan knew one thing was for certain, he would not lie to Aura. If she was to be his then she would need to know everything about him Only then would Jonathan know for sure if she would accept him.

As their plates were cleared away, Aura asked for a slice of cake for dessert. She turned to Jonathan and locked her eyes on his. It was amazing, she was the first person that didn't flinch or recoiled at the blinding intensity of his eyes. If anything the girl seemed drawn more to him. "So, can I ask you something personal?" she asked softly. Over the course of the meal Aura was relaxing more and more.

Jonathan nodded. 'Please not about work. Please not about work. Please not about work.'

"What do you do for a living?" she questioned, an innocently curious tone in her voice.

'Fuck!'

'Language Jonny. You know I don't appreciate your little outbursts when I am relaxing.' Scarecrow chastised him. The Rogue had taken to dark recesses of their mind, content that his Aura was relaxed and safe with just Jonathan.

'What do I tell her? She can't know about you yet, she wouldn't understand.'

'Seriously? She only asked about your job not your extracurricular activities. And you say I need to learn how to relax?'

Jonathan inwardly sighed and scoffed at his own paranoia. He returned Aura's warm smile. "I am the head psychiatrist at The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane." He held his breath as the news washed over the young woman infront of him. With baited breath he waited for her to laugh or worse, leave.

Aura looked confused as she seemed to consider the information. "Is that where they send the Gotham Rouges like Joker and Scarecrow?"

Scarecrow perked up and listened closely to their conversation. The mention of the Rouge's name sent pleasure through the dark one's form. "Why yes it is, though neither of those Rouges are currently there."

Aura was silent for a few moments before, in a small voice, she asked. "Doesn't it scare you?"

Jonathan's brows met in the middle of his forehead as confusion overcame him. Was she concerned about him? "Scared of what?"

"Well," she paused before locking her eyes on his, "of the Rouges? They are dangerous and would not hesitate to kill you or anyone in the hospital I am sure. It doesn't scare you to work with dangerous people like that?"

Jonathan laughed softly. The waiter came and placed Aura's cake down. Jonathan slipped his card to the waiter without letting Aura see it. He did not want her to argue over paying the bill with him. This was his pleasure in being able to treat her. If he could he would give her the world tonight but it was much to early. "I find the Rouge's company enlightening, not the least bit frightening. You see, Aura, in order to overcome your fears you must meet them head on. Grasp the thing that fears you the most and twist the knife into its heart. Otherwise that fear will grow and grow until it consumes you." A smile had crept onto his lips as Aura listened intently. "I respect the mind's power over the body. Its why I do what I do."

"You seem to be intrigued by the mention of fear and the mind." Aura smiled. "Passionate even."

"Fear and the effects it has on the body has been the very thing that has drawn me to the psychiatric world for so long, but I'll probably bore you if I keep talking about my interests."

"What?" Jonathan was taken aback by the sudden harsh tone in Aura's voice. Aura pushed her empty plate away and sighed. "Please do not assume that I would not like to discuss your interests. Do you assume that I will not understand them or that I would not be able to hold an intelligent conversation about your field?"

Jonathan was speechless for a few seconds as Aura's sudden anger surprised him. "Aura I..."

She held up a hand to silence him. "Jonathan, I apologize for my outburst. I just do not like when men or anyone assume that I am not capable of understanding something. I'm not as dumb as I appear."

"I never would call you dumb Aura. I simply did not want to..."

Another hand came up and Jonathan fell silent. Aura smiled after a few tense seconds. "It's okay. You didn't know Jonathan." Jonathan led the way again back to his car. After settling Aura in the passenger seat and himself in the driver's seat he negotiated his way onto the city streets once again. Scarecrow was berating his failings at dinner conversation and Jonathan silently stewed over it. Suddenly Aura spoke, quietly as if she was unsure if she should talk about what she was going to say. "I studied psychiatry when I was younger. I am sort of a child prodigy. The mind of a genius someone once told me."

Jonathan looked over to her after pulling into the movie theater's parking lot. He turned his car off but made no move to exit the vehicle. Aura was torn between talking about herself and remaining silent as she had been the past few minutes since her last statement. Using as soft a voice as he could muster Jonathan spoke, "Did you want to be a doctor?"

Aura laughed softly, sadness hidden behind her tone. "No. My mother was sick."

"Mentally ill, I take it?" A small nod from Aura. Ah, so that was why. "So you wanted to understand her mind?"

Aura suddenly shook her head. "I wanted to save her. You see my mother would go into sporadic fits of rage where she would try to kill me or my father. My father would always be there to calm her down and restrain her if necessary, but there was no treatment for her past locking her away in an asylum." Jonathan reached out hesitantly. He placed his hand on her leg, his thumb gently stroking her dress. He remained silent, not wanting to pressure her into revealing what she didn't want to. "One Christmas she attacked me when dad was not home." Aura pulled down her dress to reveal a deep scar on the top of her pale breast.

Scarecrow growled dangerously at the sight of the scar. Before Jonathan realized what he was doing the thumb of his free hand was gently tracing the scar. Aura shook softly under his touch and her head bowed lower. "Your mother did this?"

A nod. "She took the carving knife to my chest. I tried to run from her but she only grabbed my leg and forced me to the ground. She was so heavy." Something wet fell from her face and hit Jonathan's hand. "Father came home and pulled her away from me. That was the first time I had seen him so angry. Not at my mother or at me, but at himself. If he had not had to leave us to go to work then I would not have gotten hurt. I had lost so much blood that I passed out. When the authorities came they took mother away to the asylum."

Aura stopped, her face still hidden by her dark hair. "What happened?" Jonathan gently prodded.

"I woke up from a coma six months later. Mother had collapsed one of my lungs and the doctors were able to repair it but being I was so young they did not want me to wake up before it had the chance to become strong again. It took another three months before father took me to see my mother. That asylum...I will never forget it." She stopped again and looked up, through the windshield. Jonathan was startled to see that the tears had disappeared from her eyes and instead were replaced by an intense hatred. "You could smell the fear and desperation as you walked through the sterile halls. Mother was kept in a secluded ward by herself. She had attacked many of the orderlies and guards. They feared she would attack herself so she was restrained and left alone." Aura closed her eyes. "When they released her a year later, functionally stable, she returned home. While she was in the asylum I had dove into studying everything I could about the human mind and its workings. I wanted to save her so she would never have to visit that awful place again. I loved her and the thought of her being locked up all alone for days on end saddened me."

Jonathan couldn't stop himself. "Aura, a disease like your mother had is incurable. There was nothing you could have done."

A sad smile graced her pale lips. "You don't understand. I saved her."

Batman landed gracefully on the roof of the movie theater. The black car below was visible as were the occupants. They seemed to be talking, Aura looking out of the windshield. Nothing amiss, Batman shot his grappling hook to the right and swung off towards the police station. This was the second time he had checked in on them. Jonathan seemed to be the trustworthy doctor he had read about in the Gotham University newspaper. It seemed his fears about the doctor's intentions towards Aura were unfounded after all.

Riddler smiled as the guard passed his cell. For the past few hours he was timing the rotation of the guards. Only one was assigned to his cell block instead of the normal four. Crane was right, they were understaffed tonight. It took two hours for the guard to return to this block which meant that he had a second circuit around the neighboring cell block. Nygma stood up after the click of the door sounded at the end of the hall signaling the guard's departure. He had two hours and he intended to use them. Quickly he donned his familiar green suit, placing the bowler hat on his head with a satisfying flourish. He twirled his cane as he pulled out his cell phone. Hopefully Net Runner wasn't too busy to take a minute of time away from the good doctor.

After dialing in the number he waited patiently. "Hello?" a soft voice sounded.

"Good evening my little Net Runner! Have you the time for a riddle?" he quarried in excitement. Nygma could hear the voices of many people in the background. One of them being Crane as he questioned her about a movie. "Oh, pick the horror movie. Trust me, he will love it."

"What? How would you know?" Net Runner said in a quiet tone. "How about the Bonneville Massacre?" she asked, muffled. Her hand must have been covering the speaker. "Can you excuse me for a minute Jonathan?" After a few minutes, Nygma could hear the unmistakeable opening and closing of a door. The echo of her footfalls signaled she was in a bathroom. "What do you want Riddler? I'm in the middle of something."

"How is the date with Crane going?" Riddler asked.

"How did you know?" Net Runner asked in a flat, cold tone.

"Chill out, little Net Runner. Me and Jonathan go way back. We're good friends." Nygma picked at his nails as he leaned against the wall of his cell.

"He's your doctor isn't he Riddler?" A harsh laugh. Net Runner had forgone the innocent, soft voice of her normal self. It seemed she had a little Rogue in her, however small and when addressed as or acting as Net Runner brought that out. Nygma knew however that to call her a Rogue would be incorrect, she was more of a curious troublemaker. Like himself, she couldn't resist a challenge and Nygma knew he would need to play on that if he hoped to get out of Arkham tonight.

"Of course!" Nygma looked at his watch. "I am calling in that favor Net Runner."

An exasperated sigh. "Not right now. I'm busy."

"Are you afraid you couldn't do it?"

"I'm sure whatever meaningless task you have would not be difficult, Nygma. At least not for me." The acidity of her tone sent shivers down his spine. Apparently the great hacker didn't like to have her abilities challenged.

Aura glared hard at the tile of the bathroom floor. The playful laughter on the other end of the line issued. "Now, that is the Net Runner I remember. I promise I will not take up too much of your time and before your movie starts you will be back in Jonathan Crane's arms."

Aura closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. She knew what he wanted, freedom from Arkham Asylum. A simple task, Isis could do it without fail. She sighed loudly. If she hurried, Jonathan would not even miss her. "Fine, I'm assuming you want to get out of your cell."

"Not just the cell Net Runner, the entire island would be nice." Riddler said. "The guard will return from his round in two hours, you have to hurry."

"Fine but you better listen to everything I have to tell you." Aura hung up the phone and pulled Isis from her dress. The obelisk seemed to glitter in delight at her touch as she removed the covering and clicked it into her phone. A few seconds later, Aura was hacked into the Arkham Asylum security systems, child's play. She could see the entire layout of the asylum before her. Using one of Isis' functions she made the program highlight all biological heat sources. After taking away the island's pests and leaving just the human inhabitants she used the cameras to make Isis narrow down the bio signatures to just the guards, in red, and one lone green speck standing still in a cell. Aura hacked into the cameras in that cell block and brought up the one pointed at Riddler's cell. The Rogue was leaning up against the wall waiting calmly, staring at his phone. Quickly Isis isolated the single intercom in that cell block and Aura spoke, her voice carrying through it. "Riddler?"

Confusion covered the Rouge's face as he looked up and around his cell. "I have hacked into the intercom systems as well as the cameras. I will lead you out of Arkham but you have to follow my instructions carefully." The Rouge's lips moved in what Aura no doubt guessed as a stupid remark. "I cannot hear you so just nod if you understand." Riddler nodded towards the camera in his cell. "Please put the cell phone you have into your breast pocket and leave the camera exposed. I can use it if you come into a blind area."

Isis was easily able to secure the phone's camera, placing the small video feed into her lower screen. Aura pressed into a small box at the end of the cell, the cell block's main controls. Within seconds the door to Riddler's cell opened and the Rogue strolled through, towards the main door. "Did I tell you to move yet?" Aura mused through the intercom system. The Riddler glared up at the camera infront of him, Isis automatically switching to the closet camera to him at Aura's command to follow him took effect. The main cell block door clicked open and Aura watched closely for any bio signals near his location. "Alright, head through the door and to your left. At the end of the hall turn right and follow that hall to the four way intersection." The Riddler slipped from the cell block, Aura secured the door behind him. The Rogue quickly dashed down the hall moving faster than Aura expected. "Slow down Riddler, I may have to change your route if someone is coming."

The Riddler complied and began to walk. When he reached the intersection he stopped. The intercom in this hall was not registering as working. Aura quickly compensated and hacked into the cell phone's speaker feature. While this was a smarter way to communicate being closer to the Riddler and mobile, moving with him, it had a tendency to create static. The last thing the Rogue or Aura needed was for a command to come in broken. "Go straight and make a left at the end of the hall. Get into the elevator." Aura spoke through the phone. Once in the elevator she hacked into the intercoms again. She made the elevator descend to the ground level.

This level contained the offices and medical ward for this cell block. While the island's blueprints indicated that this medical ward was only a satellite office of the large medical building it was heavily guarded. Too dangerous for the Rogue to exit from. He would need to take the employee entrance in the west wing. "When the elevator stops go left." The Riddler peeked his head out and took a left. When he was halfway down the hall, his green dot moving easily on the screen, Isis sounded a soft alarm. A red dot was moving down a side hall and at the rate Riddler was moving they would meet. "Quickly, get in the office to your right." Aura opened the lock for the Riddler and the Rogue ducked into the room, crouching behind the door.

The camera for the office loaded and Aura smiled as she saw the name on the door. "ENARC NAHTANOJ" was printed on the door's glass. "You're in Jonathan's office." Aura whispered, using the phone's speaker once again. "Stay still for a minute. The guard just stopped outside the door. I think he heard you." Aura flashed back to the camera in the hall. A dark skinned man with a hooked hand was looking at Jonathan's office door in suspicion. The guard pulled his badge out and swiped it on the door's lock. Aura quickly disabled the door's lock, freezing the lock in place. The guard pushed his shoulder against the door. She needed to get rid of him. Using Isis to hack into the communications dispatch center of the asylum she sent out a page to the guard. "BLOCK D, PATIENT ATTACK TRANSFER GUARD." The guard looked down at his pager and immediately bolted down the hall towards cell block D.

When she switched back to the office camera, Riddler was seated behind Jonathan's desk with his legs kicked up casually. Aura could see a green piece of paper sitting on top of the desk. "You can't help yourself can you? Did you have to leave him a riddle?" The Riddler grinning maniacally up at the camera. "You are clear to leave, quickly run down the hall. Take the third right and you'll be in the parking lot." The Riddler nodded and in a flash was out the door and down the hall. Isis easily tracked him as he entered the parking lot. Within a few seconds Riddler was crouched behind a car. Aura used one of the lot's cameras to zoom in on the vehicle. Luckily the car was a new model and Isis was easily able to gain access to the car's computer system. Aura unlocked the driver's door, beeping the horn once. The Riddler locked back at the car and tested the door. Finding it empty he climbed in. Aura started up the car and hacked into the speakers. "There, my debt is repaid. You will find the guard in the gate shack asleep and the gate is opened for the next five minutes. You are on your own."

Aura turned Isis off, disconnecting herself from Arkham's security systems. While the threat of being caught breaking the Rogue out was impossible, Isis was impossible to track, her stomach still twisted into a knot. She had helped one of the dangerous Gotham Rouge's escape imprisonment in the same Asylum that Jonathan was responsible for. Would he get into trouble for the escapee? Aura replace Isis' cover and sighed. At least her debt to the Riddler was replaced and she didn't have to help him again. Admittedly, the breakout had made her heart race in excitement. Becoming the Net Runner once again was thrilling. Her phone vibrated twice, two texts had been received. She opened the first one.

"Thanks for the help, Runner. Pleasure doing business with you, enjoy your movie. Don't get too scared, it may excite him too much. Mr. E."

Him? Did he mean Jonathan? Jonathan would probably laugh at her for getting scared at the movie. Speaking of which she looked at the clock on her phone. Surprisingly, the breakout from Arkham only took five minutes. When she was in the zone of Net Runner time just seemed to stop. The second text was brought up.

"Hey, I'm sorry for being hostile towards Dr. Crane. Please extend a welcome invitation to my Halloween party tomorrow night. Wayne."

Aura smiled as she thought about a second date with Jonathan so soon after this one. Would he accept? Would he want to come after her stupid outburst at dinner and then the story in the car? Aura didn't know why she disclosed that memory with him. Jonathan was just so easy to talk to, he understood what she was feeling. More importantly when she looked into his eyes there was no judgment, just an accepting listener. He had asked her how she saved her mother after she told him she did but she kindly declined to tell him. The last thing he would want to know is about how she became Net Runner. That was behind her, or so she thought. A Rogue did just escape prison thanks to her. Another sigh escaped her as she left the bathroom. Maybe one day she would be able to tell him everything but until Joker was caught and Scarecrow, not to mention the unknown man from Metropolis, she would have to keep it from him. For now.