A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Here's the story which you can read or not: my computer crashed to I had to re-write my new chapter, then my spring musical picked up and I was helping with costumes, make up, hair, and I was in it so I was busy, then AP testing, then Senior Exhibition, then finals, then all this senior junk, then I graduated from high school, then I had orientation for college, and now I have summer time so I was able to update.
I would just like to thank those who will still read this story after all these months.
Chapter Fifteen
It was very weird. Bruce, surprisingly enough, showed me around himself, with Alfred pushing my wheelchair. I told him I was capable of pushing it myself but he ignored me.
I was to be in a room down the hall from both Bruce and Alfred and across the hall from the bathroom, the very nice bathroom. Of course, everything in the penthouse was very nice, which is expected from Bruce Wayne. They both did strictly warn me from wandering around too much, it was a bit creepy the way they did, but I'll let it be. Maybe they had hoards of cash hidden in the walls or something.
I was currently sitting on my new bed, bouncing a bit when Rachel called me.
"How you like it so far?" she asked. I could hear her heels hitting tiled floors and she was slightly out of breath as she talked.
"Are you busy?" I asked with a slight chuckle.
"I just wanted to check on you," she said.
"I'm fine, we're all fine, and this place is definitely fine," I said, "now get back to work. Call me later though."
"Bye," she said before hanging up. I put my phone on the ground by the bed and stretched out. Sitting all day can get tiring. That's when the phone rang again. I picked it and without looking at the screen, answered with a bored expression.
"Shouldn't you be working?" I asked, think it was Rachel again.
"I am," replied a voice that was not Rachel.
"Crane? I thought you were locked up?" I asked sitting up and thoroughly shocked.
"We get one phone call," he said calmly.
"True, but why call me?" I asked trying to figure this mess out. It was complicated. Right when I make up and my mind and declare I don't have feelings for Jonathan Crane anymore, he shows up and I can't help it. It was happening all over again; just hearing his smooth voice was enough.
"I wanted to make sure you were all right. You weren't looking too good a couple of nights ago," he said bored.
"Well being mauled by a giant dog can do that too you. If you must know I am in a wheelchair currently," I said moving so my back was against the headrest.
"Where are you then?" Nothing could pass by him.
"A friend's place," I replied, "Look Jonathan I know this isn't really the time but we really need to talk. I can't figure things out anymore."
"Okay Crane times up," came a voice on the other end of the phone and slightly far away.
"Okay, Katrina I will be in contact with you soon," he said before hanging up. That man frustrated me! I sighed and stared blankly up at the ceiling.
It had been a few weeks, during this time Bruce had been to China and was now throwing a fundraiser for Harvey Dent which shocked me since I thought he hated the guy. I had been out of the wheelchair off and on for the past week but since it was the end of the night, and because I had to wear high heels, I was sitting in a beautiful black strapless dress sitting in my wheelchair. I was just sitting in the back, wondering where Bruce was when Rachel and Harvey arrived. She spotted me and walked over.
"Harvey this is my good friend I was telling you about, Katrina Tassel. Katrina this is Harvey Dent," introduced Rachel happily.
"Nice to meet you," I said shaking his strangely large hand. I was use to Jonathan's slim fingers and lean arms. I know I shouldn't think about him but I couldn't resist.
"Very nice to meet you. I hear about you a lot, and I must say your bakery is amazing," he said smiling a smile every politician seems to own.
"Thank you," I said, "now go walk around this is your fundraiser don't spend it with a cripple." Harvey laughed and walked off with Rachel after she gave me a small wave.
I sat there bored out of my mind. I didn't know any of these people and Bruce was still missing. Alfred would come by and check on me but that was the extent of my interactions. I started to doze off but soon that stopped when I heard a bunch of screaming. I noticed there was now a crowd around the entrance of the elevator and the centre of the room and I was in the front of the crowd and I could why everyone was scared.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we are tonight's entertainment," said a guy with face paint and a purple coat. I knew who it was and strange enough I wasn't scared, just annoyed. How many more villains must I meet this month?
I looked up and saw Rachel next to me. She glanced down at me then back up, we both saw the Joker terrorizing the guests so she did something about it.
"Okay enough," she said with her arms crossed. The Joker walks over and I watch as he tells the story behind his scars. All of a sudden Batman appears out of no where and the fight ensues. I tried to get out of the way but someone grabs my chair and rushes me towards the elevator. I try to grab onto something to stop the person but it was in vain. I tried getting out of the chair but we soon came to stop and I was forced back into the chair. As the elevator doors opened a blind fold was put over my eyes and my arms were tied to the armrests on my chair.
Perfect, just perfect. I was kidnapped right when I was starting to get things in order with my life, well as much as I could while being in a wheelchair and/or hobbling around. I sighed as I heard the elevator doors open and I was roughly pushed out and lead… somewhere. We came to a stop and sat there waiting. No one made a single sound, which was frustrating since I wanted something to help tell me what was happening. Foot steps began to approach from in front of me and I could sense someone lean down to my height then move away. Multiple footsteps soon lead away and the person that was in front of me made their way behind me and removed my blindfold.
I looked out and saw I was in an abandoned building. I moved my head to see who was behind me and they stepped out into my line of vision. I gasped and my eyes widened in shock.
"How?" I managed to get out as Jonathan walked over and squatted in front of me.
"I managed to make a few connections. And with from bribes the Joker gladly helped return you to me," he explained while untying my hands.
"You're working with the Joker?" I asked shocked.
"Only temporarily," he said moving on to my other hand. I remained silent and just let all the information sink in. What could Jonathan have that the Joker could possibly want? Maybe the drugs, but it didn't seem like the Joker needed them, he had his own ways of torment.
"What do you plan to do?" I asked as I rubbed my wrists and Jonathan threw the ties over his shoulder.
"Stay hidden for now, and I want you to stay with me. I already found the perfect place, but for this to work you have to stay hidden too," he said.
"I can't, I have a life that was just getting back in order. And what about Scarecrow?" I asked.
"I can control him," he said with a very serious expression on his face.
"Really because I don't believe that," I said getting frustrated.
"Why not?" he asked getting slightly angry at the questions.
"He seems stronger then you and you couldn't control him before," I said leaning closer to him. He leaned closer until our noses were barely touching.
"I can control him," he whispered forcefully.
"And if you can't?" I asked, "he doesn't like me, or more, he doesn't like you and me together, it is a weakness, and if he comes out and sees me there I can't say what will happen."
"If I can't control him I will let you go, but you must know I have deep feelings for you and I will do anything to keep him away," he said. He started to zone out just then and I noticed.
"It's him talking to you isn't it?" I asked as Jonathan came back to reality.
"It's none of your business," he said. He stood up and pushed my chair out into an ally where a black car was parked. He helped me into the passenger seat and put my chair in the back. He got into the driver's seat and we were off to our new 'home'.