"You-" I started, stalking towards him. But really, what do you say to a guy who just drugged you? 'Hope you had a nice time'?

"Me" He smirked, never even looking up from his crossword puzzle. His feet were propped up on the table in front of him, looking completely at ease. I fought back the urge to say 'bacon and eggs dear?' like a bad 50's breakfast scene and settled on clenching my fists together instead.

When he finally glanced up, apparently done with his puzzle, he didn't do much but just stare at me.

"Did you come in here to ogle me or eat? Because I'm fine with both."

That was it. I marched up to him and cracked him one right in the face! His face turned with the impact but I could tell that he was trying to hold back a grin.

"That's all you can say? After throwing me into this trap like some kind of lab rat?" I hissed.

"Excuse me but I am not Jonathan Crane. He's next door. I can set an appointment up if you want, I don't recommend it though." he shuddered, apparently remembering bad experience.

"Don't change the subject! What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Sit down and eat," he sighed. "You'll need your strength for tomorrow." The newspaper went around his face again. I glanced at the food and debated. I could do as he said and be out of here in a few days, a week at the most, or I could get him frustrated. Figuring on the fact that he had the whole of Gotham tapped he could probably find me the same day I escaped, if that was possible. I could at least pretend to play along...for now.

I sat down huffily and took a bite. 'Damn good food for a hostage situation' I thought. He watched me while I ate and when I was through he sat back, still pretty much glaring at me.

"Better? You hadn't eaten for a full day."

"You drugged me for a whole day?" He shook his finger and smiled at me.

"A day and a half."

I rolled my eyes, I couldn't help myself.

"Thanks for clearing that up. What now? Do I finally get answers?"
"It depends on the questions." He sighed, folding his hands in his lap. "Try me."

"Why?"

"Mmm, nope, try again." He chuckled.

"You can't get a question wrong! Only an answer!"

"Its a rule made up by my close associates." He quipped.

I was going to regret asking this, I could tell but,

"Who would they be?"

"Myself" He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

I face-palmed. If he was going to answer all the questions like this one, we were going to have a problem. Well, more of a problem than we already did. But I tried again, going against the voice in my head that always told me to just let things lie where they were.

"Okay, what happened to just talking normally? When did death traps come into play? I didn't think you had a problem with me before."

He actually looked surprised at this, at least he answered.

"Oh but we don't have a problem. Quite the contrary I like to think. This is simply a test to see if you are worthy enough to be my...friend.

I burst out laughing when I heard this. That was probably the most stuck-up thing I had ever heard him say. I stopped my giggles when I saw that he looked a bit hurt.

"Why are you laughing? I answered truthfully, do you wish for us to have a problem? Keep doing that and we will." The last part came out kind of like a growl, his darker side showing through the eye holes in his domino mask.

I faltered and bit my lip to stop. I forgot about his trouble with people making fun of him. Instead I went another direction. Coddling.

"I'm not laughing at you." I cooed. "That just,,,caught me off guard." His look softened a bit but the frown was still on him mouth. 'Changing the subject sounds good about now' I decided.

"Why did you escape?" I had a terrible feeling it was because of me.

"For the tests especially. It was quite a rush getting things back in order around here, let me tell you that. I had to find new sheets-"

He lost me halfway through the ramble. He had broken out just to test me? Test and not trap? This was so out of the ordinary from what I had seen of his criminal record.

"Are you ignoring me?" he whined.

"Huh?" I started "N-no sorry, just thinking."

He paused and looked at me, his head in his hands."You're not thinking of slapping me again are you? You hit hard."

I looked him up and down, in almost the exact same stance. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked hoarsely.

I saw him grind his teeth together, apparently mapping out how to answer it. I swallowed a smart remark seeing the faint tinges of red come to his cheeks.

"Question, why does anyone kiss? I believe you're smart enough to figure that out."

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say it...that's not gonna happen is it?"

He smirked and shook his head.

"Figured so." I groaned. "Well I can't do another challenge today, what's there to do?"

He hopped out of his chair and started listing everything, unfortunately there wasn't much.

"I have numerous crosswords, DVD's, movies and so on."

"Is that all?" I sighed.

He smirked and looked over to the table I was still seated at. "Well you could always talk to me."

And it looked as if I was going to have to, bored or not. The guy just wouldn't shut up. He would jabber on about past victims, how he was going to best Batman, what was the latest happening to the villains. I swear if the guy hadn't kissed me two days ago I would have pronounced him a homosexual. I looked at the clock on his monitors after what seemed to be few hours and saw it was after midnight already!

I laid my head on my hands as my eyes started drooping. He glanced over to me from looking towards the monitors and smirked.

"Go to bed. You shall need all the sleep you can get for the challenge in store for you."

"Huh?" I jolted up."Oh, yeah right" I rolled my eyes and walked to the trap room, flopping into bed. I was dead asleep in a few minutes.