Isabelle didn't know what to do. She was in a daze about everything which had happened. She willed for time to go by slowly, but, before she knew it, Jonathan was walking back into the apartment, his hair hanging in his eyes as he scowled to himself.

She remained sat on the sofa, her legs folded beneath her and her teeth chewing on her fingertips. Batman had been in her apartment. She failed to believe that. She also failed to believe that it was Bruce Wayne who was the Batman. None of it made sense. Jonathan wouldn't hurt anyone. He would never do anything to hurt anyone. But...the Batman...he did research...he wouldn't have told her without evidence. No, it wasn't right.

"You look lost in thought," Jonathan commented, dropping his briefcase by the door as he pushed his hair from his eyes and looked at his wife. She remained silent, staring at the blank TV instead of at her husband. Jonathan knew something was wrong instantly. Isabelle never failed to give him attention when he walked in. She was always there, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him quickly as she asked about his day.

"I am," she simply responded, managing to look away and at her husband as he remained stood up, his hands sliding into his pockets as he arched a brow in her direction.

"What has happened?" Jonathan asked her, dropping to the sofa beside her, his hand moving to rest on top of hers as she froze. She winced at the contact which he was giving her. She never did that. She always craved for him to be close. "Isabelle, tell me what has happened."

"I'm being ridiculous," she blurted out, her head shaking to and fro as her blonde curls moved in front of her face. "It's nothing...Jonathan, I'm being silly."

"Let me be the judge of that," Jonathan demanded from her. "I don't like things being kept from me, Isabelle. You're my wife."

"It was the Batman," she simply told him and Jonathan tried to remain composed. He couldn't falter. If she noted the worry behind his eyes then she would be all over him like a rash. He couldn't have her doubting him. "He came to the apartment...Jonathan..."

"Why on earth would he be here?" Jonathan asked, slowly moving his body around hers as she shifted herself to the end of the sofa against the arm and he brought his hand to her cheek. "Isabelle...why was he here?"

"You don't know?" she wondered, her voice low and timid. Jonathan remained looking at her, wondering what to say to her.

"If I knew then I wouldn't be asking you, would I?" Jonathan replied to her and she stopped looking at him, her eyes turning away before he grabbed onto her chin, forcing her to look back at him. "Look at me, Isabelle," he demanded from her. "Why would he be here?"

"He came to warn me about you, Jonathan," Isabelle spat out, trying to remove his hand from her chin as he brought his face close to hers, his breath tickling her cheek as she remained silent.

"What about me?" Jonathan pushed her.

"He said that you...he said you're making a toxin...at Arkham..." Isabelle snapped out. "It is something which shows people their greatest fears."

Jonathan backed away from his wife, his hand releasing her chin as he leant back in the seat and pushed his hands through his hair. Isabelle remained watching him, wondering what he was going to say to her.

"He told you this, did he?" Jonathan checked; a grin on his face as he did so. Clearly, the Batman had found out about Jonathan and his wife. Isabelle remained mute, feeling her blood return to her face as she watched Jonathan with intent.

"Yes," she whispered and Jonathan looked back at her, his eyes narrowed and she recoiled at the simple stare he was giving her.

"And do you believe him?" he wondered and Isabelle shook her head with haste, her orbs pleadingly looking at him.

"No!" she snapped. "Jonathan...how could you think that?"

"You never mentioned that you defended me," Jonathan informed her, standing up as she remained seated. How did he make her feel so small? "You never told me that you didn't believe it."

"Don't be absurd!" Isabelle snapped back at him, managing to stand up as she glared at him. "You're my husband!"

"So, did you say it was rubbish?" Jonathan checked with her and she nodded.

"Yes," she promised him. "I know you, Jonathan...you'd never do anything like that...I told him that he was wrong..."

"So why were you sat here and wondering?" Jonathan asked, wrapping his hand around her arm as he dragged her body closer to his. "Why were you sat here looking contemplative? Why did you hesitate to tell me about what had happened?"

"Jonathan," Isabelle whimpered, feeling him gripping onto her skin tightly as his eyes burned into hers. "You're hurting me."

"Well, that's how I felt, Isabelle," Jonathan hissed. "To know that my own wife believes some nutcase who dresses up as a Bat over me. Hurt."

"I never said that!" Isabelle spat at him and he grabbed onto her other arm, shaking her as he did so.

"You thought it, Isabelle!" he roared. "You were thinking 'what if he's right?'"

"No!" she denied. She was lying to him. She was lying to her own husband. She felt terrible. He was looking at her, his face downtrodden and hurt as she shook. "I didn't...Jonathan...I just...I wanted to know it was a lie..."

"You're my wife, Isabelle," Jonathan drawled, his voice low as he bent down to her height, one hand moving from her arm and then wrapping under her chin. "You're my wife and I expect you to believe me, do you understand?"

"I did," Isabelle muttered. "I do believe you."

"You didn't know what to think when I walked in, did you?" Jonathan whispered in her face. "You've been sat thinking for the last few hours. That's the worst part, Isabelle. You wondered if he was right."

"No..." Isabelle begged with her husband as Jonathan tried not to smirk at her. He'd manipulated her to be the guilty one in all of this. How he loved to do that. "Jonathan...I'm sorry...oh God...I should never have doubted you..."

"So you did doubt me?" Jonathan checked and Isabelle tore herself from him, dropping her hands into her head and she began to sob to herself. He remained stood back for a second, watching as she finally looked back up at him, her lashes wet and her eyes red.

"I...I wondered if it was true...but I knew it couldn't be...Jonathan...I just needed you to tell me..."

"Well, it is not true," Jonathan replied to her, his voice low and putting on hurt.

"I'm sorry," Isabelle said to him. "I'm so sorry, Jonathan."

"I know," Jonathan told her, opening his arms and allowing her to move into them as she launched herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he kissed the top of her head. "I know."

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed again. "Jonathan...I'm sorry."

...

"Do you forgive me?" Isabelle asked her husband as soon as they had ate dinner together and he looked at her, his knife and fork being placed together on the white plate as Isabelle held onto her wine glass.

"I can't be mad at you, Isabelle," Jonathan whispered to her and she sighed once in slight relief. "I was hurt."

"I know," she admitted. "But...it's over...why don't you take a few days off and I will do the same? We can go away?" she suggested and he shook his head at her.

"I'm needed at work," he replied before his phone began to ring. Isabelle sighed, pushing her hair behind her back as she stood up and took the plates away. Jonathan pulled his phone out and pressed it to his ear, listening as he was being told that Miss Dawes was back at Arkham, demanding to see Falcone.

"I need to go," Jonathan informed his wife as she washed up. She turned her head back to look at him and he grabbed his briefcase and jacket. "I've been summoned over Falcone's issue."

"Oh," Isabelle responded. "When will you be back?"

"Don't wait up," Jonathan said, his voice curt as he moved to the door and Isabelle moved her hands from the bowl.

"Wait," she pleaded with Jonathan. She didn't want him leaving her under these circumstances. The fraught and tense atmosphere was something which she hated. It was rare between her and Jonathan. "I'm sorry."

"So you've said," Jonathan replied, checking his watch.

"No," Isabelle replied. "I don't want us to fight."

"We're not," Jonathan said, his hand pushing his glasses back onto his nose top.

"You know what I mean," Isabelle whispered as Jonathan quickly strode over to her and rested his hand onto her arm before kissing her deeply. He watched as she shut her eyes and he dominated her mouth, feeling her cheeks warm up beneath him.

"I'll see you when I come back," he said softly to her, stroking her cheek and managing to make her smile.

"I love you, Jonathan," Isabelle assured him as he walked to the door.

"I know."

...

Isabelle had no idea what time Jonathan would come home, but, she wasn't going to sleep until he came back. She couldn't sleep until he came back. But, that was until the phone call came through.

She jumped back as she stopped watching 'America's Next Top Model' and turned the TV off, reaching for the phone before leaning back on the sofa.

"Hello," she said.

"Mrs Crane?" a voice checked and Isabelle sat on the edge of her sofa, leaning forwards as he hair fell into her face.

"Speaking," she clarified.

"This is Detective Gordon." Oh No. Why was the police calling her? What had happened? Had something happened to Jonathan?

"Is it Jonathan?" she whispered and a sigh came from the other end of the phone as Isabelle's stomach churned and she stood up, pacing up and down the room, focusing on breathing as she did so. "Has something happened to him?"

"You could say that," Gordon muttered. "I need you to come down to Arkham Asylum."

"What's happened to him?" Isabelle snapped. "What has happened to Jonathan?"

"He's...it would be best if you just came down here," Gordon promised her and Isabelle shook her head.

"Is he hurt?" she worried. "What's going on?"

"Mrs Crane-"

"-Just tell me!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"He's been induced with some form of toxin. He's in a bad way," Gordon said, deciding not to tell her that her husband was a criminal. That was a conversation for face to face. "He keeps muttering about a Scarecrow..."

Isabelle dropped the phone as soon as she heard that word and she leant against the wall, unable to hold her own weight as Gordon continued to speak down the phone to her but she wasn't picking up. She fell to the floor, her hands in balls at her side as she tried to hold back the tears which wanted to flow.

She couldn't believe anything about it. Her husband would not have done anything...not Jonathan...

She needed to go and see him.

She needed to get to him.

...

A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! This is a bit later out than I had planned and I'm slightly tired so sorry if it isn't that good! And, why Batman revealed himself to Isabelle shall be explained! But, please do review and I shall have the next chapter out tomorrow sometime!