He knew he should have let Nigma talk him into this, now here he was standing in the lobby getting yelled at in German by a drunken bitch waving a gun in his face. If she wasn't so comical he would have killed her by now, but she had dropped the clip out of the hand gun twice already proving she was harmless.

"This is going nowhere," Crane replied in a bored tone, ready to leave and go back to his makeshift lab.

"I have an idea," Nigma whispered to him, as Deka screamed at them and he slipped Crane the key. "Once she is distracted slip upstairs, leave the door open and I will follow as soon as I can."

"No," Crane replied, as Nigma bang his fist against the front desk causing the little brunette to jump back her clip falling out of the gun once more this time it hit the floor and bullets spilled everywhere.

The woman bent down behind the desk trying to scoop up the stray bullets, and Nigma nodded his head towards the stairs. Crane found himself climbing the stairs as Nigma distracted Deka, unsure why he was allowing Nigma to order him around. When he reached the third floor he was ready to turn around and walk out, but he was curious to see what was in her apartment. He found himself at the fifth floor in front of a white door with an exit sign above it. Odd there would be an exit sign, unless this was the roof and he somehow missed the fifth floor which was impossible.

Unlocking the door with the key Nigma gave; he opened the door and entered a dim lit hallway with two doors in it. One was directly across from him and the other at the end of the hallway. Trying the door across from him he found it unlocked. He entered the dark apartment and the light went on, motion activated he thought. Finding himself in a hallway with weapons decorating the wall, he opened the door across from him and saw the apartment he first saw her in.

Closing the door he headed to his left down the hallway, opening doors along the way he found a closet full of coats and a bathroom with a washer and dryer in it and a shower stall. At the end of the short hallway he found a huge kitchen with all new stainless steel high end appliances, an island in the middle with two wooden stools, and pots and pans hanging above. The oak cabinets looked to be new as well, and it was spotless except for the package of cookies on the island. Shutting the door he back tracked down the hall and opened another door and found a room full of clothing, shoes, and a make-up table. The clothing ranged from fancy ball gowns to jeans and t-shirts, it looked like a store in there with no one style in it.

Shutting the door he continued down the hall, and found a bedroom with a king sized bed, TV, dresser and book case. Next to that he found a living room with a flat screen TV, game consoles, and a nicer couch then in the room he watched her in, and strangely enough a fat beagle that lifted its head snorted, rolled over on the couch, and started to snore. The TV was muted but he could see the news playing, Killer Moth was caught by the bat tonight.

Backing out of the room he opened the next door and found a small office with a silver laptop and iPad on the desk, he went in to explore more of the desk when he heard a commotion in the kitchen. He made his way quickly back to the kitchen to figure out what was going on. Everything was how it was before except the cookies were missing, and he knew the dog in the living room could not have gotten up there to eat the cookies.

"I found something of yours downstairs," said a voice from behind him.

Nigma was having fun distracting the poor drunken Deka, who had toss the gun aside and was now threating him with a broom. This was the most laughable situation he had been in all week. He hoped Crane had found the information they needed before S.D. showed back up.

"Get out you Blutige Ziege!" she hissed swinging the broom at him, he ducked out of the way.

"Deka," S.D. shouted as she entered the lobby. "Put the broom down."

"Sid! This crazy question mark guy walked in with… hey where did the other one go?" Deka babbled as S.D. smacked her forehead in frustration.

"Deka go back to work or whatever you do down here," she sighed, as she stared down Nigma.

"Sid is it? Short for Sidney?" Nigma asked, thinking he found out her name as she frowned.

"No she just put an i in S.D., where's Crane?" she replied, as Deka knocked over something behind the counter and started cursing.

"Not here," he replied, as he watched her storm past him and to the stairwell. "Are you just going to leave me in your lobby? Hey! Come back here!"

Nigma hurried up the stairs after her, knowing she wouldn't be pleased to find Crane in her apartment. She stomped through the cracked door at the top of the stairs and entered her apartment and headed to the left. Following her she saw her approach Crane.

"I found something of yours downstairs," she informed Crane as Nigma debated going into the room they were in or exploring the apartment. "I suggest you and your idiotic friend leave immediately."

"I my dear am not an idiot," Nigma fumed as he entered the kitchen.

"You are if you broke into my place," she replied as she pointed to the door. "Now out!"

"No, we are here to make you an offer for a job," Nigma replied as he walked into the kitchen ad sat at one of the stools at the island. "After all I don't think the mob will be requiring your services after that failure and what better than to work with two of the best rouges in Gotham."

"No thanks," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm doing fine on my own with or without jobs from the mob."

"Sid, this is the rouges of Gotham, it's a step up!" said a little sandy blond hair boy who popped out of the cabinets over the sink with a package of cookies in his hands. "Think about it, everyone knows rouges are better than the mob!"

"Kid get out," she ordered, as the boy climbed out of the cabinet and hopped down to the floor.

"Think about it Sid it's a great career move," he told her as he walked over to S.D.

"I do not need career advice from a seven year old," she informed him, as she looked down at him. "Now go!"

"Did you at least get grocery money?" he asked sounding depressed. She pulled a stack of folded twenty dollar bills out of her bra under her shirt and handed them to the kid. "Nice haul."

"Now go!" she commanded once again, and the kid walked out counting the money.

"You have a child who knew," Nigma stated as he processed the new information.

"And a dog," Crane added, and she slapped her forehead again.

"They are both strays," she hissed through her grated teeth. "Now get the fuck out of my HOUSE!"

"You are feeding strays, that cost money I could help if you work for me," Nigma offered as she pulled out a large knife.

"As I said I am doing fine on my own!" she assured him as she approached Nigma. "Now are you going to leave willingly or in pieces?"

"Now, now no need to get violent," Nigma responded as he stood up hands out in front of him. "My offer still stands if you get tired of the mob."

She waved the knife to point at the door. They both left the apartment without another threat. The walk back to their own building was in silence; Nigma couldn't help but be fascinated by what he learned of the girl next door and how to use that information to his advantage. First he knew he had to keep Crane happy after that disastrous encounter in her apartment.

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