I had never asked Jonathan about the morning he had spoken in the mirror. I never felt the need to. I think it was something to do with his new job and nothing to do with me. I didn't know how to admit I was spying on him and he had never told me that anything was wrong. I didn't want to start an argument with him and I knew it was nothing. I was worrying about nothing. It was obvious. He had been the same ever since then. It was a one off strange moment. It meant nothing.

...

"I promise it won't be that bad," I promised Jonathan as we stood in the hallway of my mom's house and he looked at me with narrowed eyes as he fixed the tie around his neck. "Honestly...my mom didn't want a long ceremony or the big white wedding so you'll be spared from any pain."

Jonathan sighed once and nodded in agreement, checking his reflection in the mirror next to the door as I leant against the wall and listened to the shrieks from upstairs. Both of us turned to look up and Jonathan chuckled once.

"I thought weddings were supposed to be the happiest day of people's lives?" he asked me, his eyes looking at me through the mirror and I shrugged gently.

"They are," I replied.

Another month had passed and my mother had dropped a bombshell on me. It was one night whilst we were out for dinner, just the two of us and then she had said what was going to happen. Daniel had proposed and she had accepted. The wedding was going to be in two weeks. I think I had literally spat out the water which I had been drinking. It all seemed so sudden, and then I remembered that it wasn't. Time went quickly and it was clear that the two of them were in love.

"By the sounds of your mother's screams, I would care to debate that with you," Jonathan informed me and I rolled my eyes as I turned around to look at him. He never failed to make me feel warm when he smirked at me and his blue eyes widened in amusement.

"As much as I know you love debates," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of it. "We don't have time for that. Have you turned your phone off?"

"Yes," he said with slight irritation. He hated being bossed around, but, I rarely did it. "Work shan't be bothering me today. Although, I should ask if you have turned your cell off."

"It's been busy at work, Jonathan," I complained as he placed his arms around my waist. "Wayne Enterprises isn't harmonious. The new members don't care about Thomas Wayne and the Enterprise he built...the old members think that is the most important thing."

"Change is inevitable," Jonathan simply said back to me in his usual matter of fact tone. "It happens."

"Yes...well...I'm just grateful I got that job," I said, letting go of him and moving his tie, straightening it slightly as I turned to look up the stairs, wondering when my mother would be gracing us with her presence.

"So...is Bruce Wayne dead or not?" he wondered, winding me up as I remembered that interview. Why had I asked that question? How had I got the job? I didn't know...well...I did. My father's name was well known. Being a Dubois got you places, apparently.

"Shut up," I mumbled and he chuckled, moving his hands into his pockets as we looked up the stairs to where my mother was approaching. Aunt Jean held her bouquet of flowers as mom fanned herself with her hand, her cheeks a deep red as she moved down the steps.

Her dress was an ivory colour and floated down her body, trailing out slightly behind her as she held it up so she could walk without tripping. It was sleeveless and quite low but tasteful and simple. Just like what she had wanted.

"Oh...Is...honey..." she said, seeing Jonathan and I stood there.

"You look really beautiful, mom," I complimented her and she shook it off as Aunty Jean stood beside her, wearing her pink dress which came to her knees and showed off her long legs. She was forty one and looked about thirty. It was crazy.

"She'd look even better if she calmed down," Jean mumbled and mom glared at her.

"Hush, Jean," she demanded. "I can always choose another maid of honour if you're going to insult me."

"I'm being truthful, Lydia," Jean replied, making sure the brown bun on top of her head was in place as she pushed past me and Jonathan to get to the mirror. "You don't want to go walking down the aisle looking a mess, do you? You know what I thought of you when you married-"

"-Your thoughts aren't needed," mom interrupted her, turning slightly annoyed as she looked at me. "Are you sure you don't want to be my maid of honour, Is?"

"I'm fine," I promised her. I had turned down her offer. It wouldn't feel right to me. Yes, I was happy for her and I would be there for her, but, I wanted to remain hidden.

"Jonathan?" she asked him and he smiled once at her and nodded his head dutifully and I laughed at the idea of him following mom up the aisle.

"You don't need anyone, Miss Monroe. You'll outshine everyone in that room," he assured my mother and I gaped up at him as mom kissed his cheek. He really was a suck up when he needed to be.

"Except me," Jean muttered. "You two had best be going. You don't want to be late, that's the bride's prerogative."

"Your aunt's right," mom said. "That did hurt to admit."

"I'll see you later then," I said and kissed mom on the cheek as I took Jonathan's hand and he pulled his keys from his pocket and moved his purple tie as he did so. He never could leave anything which I did.

"She outshines everyone in the room, does she?" I checked with him on the way down the path and he looked down at me and then back up, a grin on his face as he did so.

"Maybe not everyone."

...

The ceremony was nice and quaint. Mom didn't want a church wedding and so she booked a room in a hotel and then booked the room next door for the meal. Daniel was happy, anyone could see that. As mom glided up the aisle he tried not to turn around but failed miserably. The pair of them continued to smile at each other as she practically ran up to him.

They were in love and that was all that mattered. I'd grabbed onto Jonathan's hand through the ceremony, entwining his fingers into mine as he leant across to kiss the top of my head. Afterwards, the meal was nice and quiet. The main people there were mom and Daniel's work friends. Family was something which they didn't seem to have a lot of. Jonathan had been polite and managed to curb his brutal truth attitude, much to my joy.

"What do you think of it?" he asked me as the night time due set in and more people arrived. The tables had been pushed back for the dance floor to be cleared, and it seemed that was a good thing. People were up and moving around as soon as mom and Daniel had done the first dance. Jonathan and I sat at the back of the room on the brides and grooms long table. I was facing the dance floor as Jonathan had his chair angled so his arm could rest across the back of mine and he held onto my hand with his other arm.

"What do I think of what?" I wondered, smiling at my cousin as he found a girl to dance with. It made a change from him asking me and then reminding me that we were third cousins or something like that. It really was too creepy.

"Marriage," Jonathan said as if it was simple. I blinked profusely, wondering how to answer that as I turned around to look at him. His glasses were hidden in his pocket and his blue eyes were piercing, even in the dark of the room.

"Marriage," I said the word and he nodded, pushing me. "I think...well...it's...important, I think."

"You don't sound sure," Jonathan said and I shrugged once, opening the clutch bag which sat on my lap and checking I had my mirror inside it.

"I'm not," I said. "It's just a bit of paper...but...it's what it stands for. Showing someone you love that you're theirs for the rest of time."

"You do know they invented divorce to destroy that concept?" Jonathan pointed out and I glared at him for a second as he chuckled and I hit him around the arm before checking my curly hair was still in place. I still wore my dress from the day, the purple one which was sleeveless and was getting slightly too tight for my body. The heels were doing my head in. I was uncoordinated enough, no need for another six inches. Jonathan had loosened his purple tie and undone his top button, his hair begin to clump together which was why he ran his hand through it quite often.

"I'd like to get married," I told him. "I just wouldn't want the big ceremony."

"What would you want?" he wondered, resting his chin on top of my shoulder as he watched people drunken dance to ABBA.

"Just...my mom and...well...Daniel...now," I said with a shrug. "I'd have no one to walk me down the aisle. What about you?"

"I don't want anyone," he simply replied. "I don't have anyone, anyway."

"What's brought this on?" I asked him and he shrugged awkwardly, kissing my neck as he sat back up straight.

"I just wanted to know...do you think we'll end up married?"

"Jesus, Jonathan!" I blurted out and looked back at him as he arched a brow at me.

"Is the thought of spending the rest of your life with me a problem?" he wondered aloud, his voice turning harsh as he asked me it and I quickly shook my head at him.

"No!" I squeaked out. "I'm twenty one...Jonathan...it isn't something which I have thought about..."

"And I'm twenty seven," he said back to me. "Age is irrelevant."

"You know that I love you, Jonathan," I replied to him and bit down on my bottom lip. "Even if you haven't kissed me yet."

"I haven't seen you for the last three weeks," Jonathan snorted at me. "We've both been busy at work."

"And that's an excuse?" I checked and he rolled his eyes at me. "I mean...come on, Jonathan...we've been going out for ages...yes...the last few weeks have been hard...but...is the thought of kissing me so repulsive because I'm beginning to wonder if it is me or if you-"

But, I couldn't continue with my rant. Jonathan quickly descended downwards, his lips latching onto mine. My eyes remained open as Jonathan closed his and then I thought about what was happening and I shut mine, allowing his lips to engulf my bottom lip as I felt myself lean back in my chair. God...he was...words couldn't describe it. He slowly pulled away, opening his eyes to look at me as they glittered in amusement and I blinked at him.

"I had been waiting for the right moment," he whispered to me.

"You've waited a while."

"Was it worth it?"

"I regret to say that it was," I admitted.

...

Jonathan had left the party early that evening. Something had come up at work and he had no chance of avoiding it. Isabelle had been gutted. He could tell with ease that she was disappointed. But, work was work.

Jonathan had driven to Arkham, his lips still tingling as he did so and he wondered what he was doing. He was managing to keep the voice in his head at bay, telling it that Isabelle was healthy for him. Isabelle kept him sane. She was his and he needed her.

But, Jonathan had to admit that when he reached Arkham, he had no idea what he was about to be getting involved with. But, Mr Falcone certainly knew. He knew everything.

...

A/N: Two updates in a day, guys! I really love writing this and I'm hoping that you're enjoying reading it, too! I intend to try and bring in Bruce Wayne in the next few chapters which should be interesting and in the next one Jonathan and Mr Falcone will have a talk about some certain things! Until then, please do review and let me know what you think!

So...thanks to HI, For Star'rs, Undertaker's Hattress, Cheekymonkey97 and mahxie for reviewing and in response, no, I don't intend for Isabelle to go crazy at all, and I think Bruce shall play a main character, especially now she is working for him and he will eventually find out about Dr Crane!