Albany felt something poking her in the back. She opened her eyes and saw a white floor. It took her a few seconds to gather her thoughts, then she remembered last night. She turned onto her back and looked up.

Jerome lay on his front on the table. His arm had a little more color in now. His finger was on Albany's skin, his other arm was propping up his tilted head. "Why are you in my room?"

Albany looked down at the blanket covering her. She realized she was still in her pyjamas. "I...I had a nightmare..."

Jerome watched her as she sat up. "My bad."

She rubbed her eyes and looked up at him. "What?"

"I guess walking yesterday really took it out of me. I was in a pretty deep sleep last night."

She shook her head. "It's fine."

"What was it about?"

"It was a memory...a bad one..."

"Practice lucid dreaming."

"Huh?"

"Lucid dreaming, you can control your dreams. I used to get those kinda nightmares all the time," he shrugged. "But then I practiced lucid dreaming. Now I can kill whoever I want in my dreams."

"Sounds fun." She yawned. "Will give it a go sometime."

A few hours had passed.

Albany had showered and composed herself a little better. She felt a little embarrassed about the events of that morning. She was thankful Jerome hadn't mentioned them again. She looked down at her recording device.

"No point in using it," Jerome said.

"That's what I was thinking. After all, I have no written documents to back it up." She shot a look at Jerome.

"Y'know, I think I'm hungry," he said patting his stomach.

"Oh god, sorry! I completely forgot!"

"Hmm, what do I fancy?" he placed a finger on his chin as if he was in deep thought. "Ah! Two sausages, three eggs, some bacon, a slice of toast, some fried mushrooms and an earl Gray tea!" he looked at Albany for a reply.

"I can get you some porridge and a coffee."

He tutted. "Service round here is unsatisfactory. I will have you know, I'm giving this place a negative review."

"You can't eat too much." She placed her hands on her hips. "You haven't eaten solids in weeks. Your body will go into shock, so you will have to start off slow."

The ginger pointed a stern finger at his doctor. "You owe me a home-cooked meal when we get out of this place! Speaking of which," he moved a brown strand of hair from her shoulder, "what are your plans for this evening?"

Albany lowered her voice. "Tonight? You can't be serious?"

Jerome pointed at his face. "Take a long look doll, coz this is the only time you're gonna see me with this expression. I am serious."

"Jerome you haven't enough energy yet, you have only been awake a short while. What if you fall or something happens? If we get caught, we will be killed!"

"Didn't work out too bad for me."

Albany paused before turning towards the door. "I'm going to get you some food."

"Bit late for that, isn't it?" Oliver saw Albany preparing some food.

"You can have porridge any time, it's not just for breakfast."

Oliver began pouring himself some of the coffee Albany had made. "So, how's patient 826 doing? Any movement?"

"He's making slow progress. It's slow, but it's progress." Albany decided to keep her answers short and sweet.

Oliver nodded. "What about his neck? Quite a nasty gash he has there, isn't it?"

"It is, but I hope the internal wound's healing will mirror the external, otherwise it would lead to surgery."

"That's a big risk," Oliver sucked the air between his teeth. "Well, here's to hoping he doesn't need it."

"It would be more work I don't need or want." She was trying to make light of the conversation. She placed the bowl of warm porridge on a tray along with the coffee, a few sachets of sugar and a small cup of milk. "Anyway, no rest for the wicked." She picked up the tray.

"Let me." Oliver reached for the tray in Albany's hands.

"No!" she shouted. "I mean...I have a lot of work, I can't focus with others around." Albany turned and walked out of the room as fast as she could. She nearly ran back to the lab, taking care not to spill anything. Once she shut the door behind her, she sighed.

"Didn't know making food was that exciting," Jerome chuckled.

Albany placed the tray down next to Jerome, she saw he was flicking through a book. "Hey, that's mine!"

"Hmm?" Jerome looked to her, then flipped the book over to see the cover. "Oh yeah, I borrowed it. I'm a nightmare when I'm bored."

"I can imagine. Sugar?"

"As much as you can."

She ripped open one of the sachets and tipped the sugar into the coffee. "Only one for now. The last thing I need is you bouncing off of the walls."

"Need to conserve energy for ton-" he was interrupted by Albany's hand over his mouth.

"I don't want anyone to hear you." She took her hand back.

Jerome raised an eyebrow. "Want me all to ya' self huh doll?"

"What are we going to do once we get out of the building?"

"We go back to my place."

"Seriously? That will be the first place they look when they realize you are gone, you idiot!"

"Method in madness sweets. Method in madness."

"Then please, Mr Valeska, tell me of this so called 'method'," she replied folding her arms.

Jerome picked up the cup and took a sip of the warm liquid. "Oh man, you make good coffee Dr Lux." After another sip he looked up at Albany. "If we go back to mine, we will have all the stuff we need."

"For what?"

Jerome placed the cup down and ripped open another sachet of sugar. "For fighting them."

"Fighting?" her eyes grew wide.

"Yeah," he said whilst stirring the extra sugar in. "Of course they will come looking for us. But they will be attacking on my territory. Therefore, I will have the upper hand."

"You will have the upper hand against some of the most powerful authority figures in Gotham?" she uncrossed her arms and threw her hands up. "I knew you were insane, but seriously Jerome?"

"Hey, these guys have had it coming for a long time!" he threw his thumb over his shoulder. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that tank was? Dead or not, I reckon I was still entitled to some more space or summin'. Warm water at least!"

Albany watched him take a gulp of coffee. She was waiting for the rest of his reason.

"Plus, it's been a while since my last murdering spree."

"Of course." She groaned.

"Look, don't worry your pretty little head about what happens later." He took a piece of her hair and twiddled it between his fingers. "Just focus on getting out okay?"

"Fine." she pushed his hand away and turned her back to him.

"Hey."

She looked back at him.

"You trust me, right?" he tilted his head to the side a bit.

She turned back to the draw in front of her and sighed. "Unfortunately, yes."