"Mr Falcone," Jonathan drawled as he entered his office at Arkham Asylum to see the man sat opposite his plush leather chair. Jonathan pulled his purple tie up, buttoning his top button as he moved into his seat and reached for his glasses, placing them onto his nose as Falcone sat there, looking anything but amused as Jonathan laced his fingers together and rested them onto his desk. "What a nice surprise."

"Yeah, of course it is Crane," Falcone snorted in sarcasm, his hand slicing the air as he leaned forward and looked at the doctor. "I need you to do something for me."

"Do you?" Jonathan wondered; raising a brow as Falcone narrowed his eyes at the young man. He was nothing in comparison to him, but, the way he spoke to him suggested something different. "And why would I do that?"

"You scratch my back and I scratch your back," he hissed quickly. "We're both in business now, aren't we?"

Jonathan chuckled once, removing his glasses and wiping them clean on the handkerchief which stuck out of his pocket and he shook his head once. He was in business with Falcone? The pair of them had a mutual arrangement. Jonathan didn't like to think of it as business. Business was a word associated with people like Bruce Wayne and those who worked at the stock exchange.

"If you want to call it that," Jonathan replied slowly and Falcone nodded in response.

"We're both working together and with...well...we can't mention his name, can we, Doctor Crane?" Falcone grinned and Jonathan nodded in agreement.

"No, we can't," he simply responded. "So what is it that you want from me?"

"I need you to get my boys out of jail," Falcone simply responded, itching the stubble which was forming on his chin as Jonathan's eyes went slightly wide at the demand. "I've been bringing your little toxin in for you and it is time you did something for me."

"Is that so?" Jonathan hissed gently, looking around his office at the certificates which hung on the walls to indicate he was a doctor and a respected one at that. His office wasn't on the large side but it was empty. Paperwork seemed non-existent.

"Don't talk to me like that," Falcone snapped at him. "I'm the boss in this town, Doctor Crane."

"Of course," Jonathan agreed. It was easier to agree with people like Falcone rather than to disagree with them. He thought he was a giant. He knew he was. On the outside world he ran Gotham. He could do whatever he liked and Jonathan wasn't going to stop him. He didn't intend to start an argument which Carmine Falcone was going to finish.

"What makes you think that I have the power to diagnose your henchmen as insane?" Jonathan wondered and Falcone snorted loudly at hearing that.

"You're basically running this place, doc," Falcone shrugged. "Everyone knows it."

"I didn't" Jonathan replied. "I believe it says Arkham Asylum...not Crane Asylum."

"Although, the latter would be more appropriate," Falcone spat out and checked his watch. Time was ticking and if the good doctor didn't do what he wanted then he had an ace up his sleeve. He needed something to make sure his deed was done.

"Perhaps," Jonathan responded. He knew he was practically in charge at Arkham. Before he came the other doctors had no idea. The majority of them had left or remained quiet when Jonathan slowly worked his way up the ranks to be the main doctor. It was how it was. Of course, he had Falcone to thank for that small favour.

"Anyway," Falcone shook his head, not wanting to discuss Crane's power, "you'll do it for me."

"Hm," Jonathan simply responded. "Maybe."

"No," Falcone spat at the young man. "You'll do it. Do you think you can take and not give? Not when it comes to my business."

"As long as it doesn't affect my reputation around here, then I shall do it," Jonathan replied. "Diagnosing thugs who clearly aren't insane as insane can lead people to talk."

"I don't give a monkey about your reputation," Falcone rolled his eyes at the doctor. "And neither should you. If people knew what you were really doing...smuggling things into Arkham through me...you'd be ruined."

"Everyone in this city is corrupt," Jonathan drawled. "The majority of them just hide it."

"Do they?" Falcone taunted Jonathan. "Does that include your little girlfriend?"

Jonathan remained silent, his cheeks paling slightly as he narrowed his eyes at Falcone who was smugly grinning at him, his teeth bared as he looked down at his lap and chuckled. He hadn't expected him to bring her into conversation.

"You didn't think I'd go into business with you and not know your weak spot, did you?" Falcone checked and Jonathan bit down on the inside of his cheek. Isabelle wasn't getting involved in any of this. He wouldn't let it happen. Even the voice in his head was saying that it was absurd. No one controlled him. No one hurt what was his.

"Isabelle Dubois," Falcone droned on, looking to the ceiling as he tried to remember as much information about her as he possibly could. "A Law graduate with a Professor as her father...well...was her father. He died under strange circumstances. Her mother is an accountant who had married a fellow partner at her firm...today...hence why you're sat here in your best suit and purple tie which matched the colour of her lovely dress."

"So, you see, Doctor Crane, I know everything," Falcone admitted. "I find it odd that a man as cold as you has found a girl...and not an unattractive one at that..."

"You'll leave her alone," Jonathan said, his voice low and dangerous as Falcone stood up and looked down at Jonathan. "Do you understand me?"

"No," Falcone hissed. "You don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do. And, I don't like being spoken to otherwise. No, the trial is on Monday."

"Noted," Jonathan hissed. "But, Isabelle is not a part of this."

"You don't get a say about that, Dr Crane," Falcone said as he moved over to the door. "This is my town."

...

"Jonathan," Isabelle said, slightly shocked that he was stood there at one in the morning. She wore her large concert t-shirt as she opened the door and saw him stood in front of her, his eyes showing concern as he walked past her and into the house. "What are you doing here?"

"I...well...I felt bad for leaving you," Jonathan lied. He had come to make sure Falcone hadn't gotten to her. He didn't want him anywhere near her and Falcone hadn't managed to promise him that. Jonathan reached out and touched her cheek as he kicked the front door shut. "What are you doing up at one in the morning, anyway?"

"Well, mom and Daniel went on honeymoon and they needed someone to take them to the airport for their one o'clock flight. Good job I was up, anyway," Isabelle responded and folded her arms. "You look flustered."

"I'm fine," Jonathan promised her, pulling her into his arms. "I'm fine."

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A/N: Thank you to AlexShah, reverie-sriptor, For Star'rs, Ins0miniac, Sam0728, Undertaker's Hattress and mahxie for reviewing the last chapter! Getting onto the plot of Batman Begins soon! Let me know what you think! Another chapter later on tonight!