Crane had fallen asleep again sitting up and his neck was stiff. Crane wasn't anywhere in sight and he figured he should find him before he got himself into any trouble. Walking out into the hallway he saw Nigma listening at the kitchen door. Nigma saw him approach and made a signal to be quiet. Rolling his eyes he went to stand next to him about to pull him back into the living room to tell him off then he heard the conversation.

"I'll deal with it," he heard Sid's voice laced with anger. "She'll be out of here soon enough so don't worry about it."

"What about the other two, what are they going to start living here too?!" came Deka's voice heavy with her German accent. "I told you not to listen to the kinder but you always let him cloud your judgment."

"Leave the kid out of this," Sid ordered, and they hear a scrapping of the wooden stool across the tile floor. "You are just a handler."

"And you are a spoiled brat!" Deka huffed, and then a slap was heard.

"Fucking bitch!" Sid cried and there where banging of pots and pans while a struggled was heard.

"What is going on in here?" Nigma laughed as he walked into the kitchen. Deka's hands were around Sid's neck as she was lying on her back on the island; Sid posed on top of her with a steel pot in hand looking ready to bash Deka's head in.

"Just a friendly discussion," Sid said as they disengaged from each other.

"Hundin," Deka cursed as she stormed out past Crane and Nigma.

"That was friendly?" Nigma laughed, as Sid rubbed her abused cheek. "Remind me not to be around when you have an unfriendly chat."

"Is she gone?" the kid asked as he poked his head out of the pantry.

"Yes you're safe. That's for the back up," she mumbled as she walked over to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack.

"I'm not going up against that psycho," he replied before receding back into the pantry slamming the door.

"Is that just a pantry?" Nigma asked as he went over and opened the door to find the kid gone. "Now, now this is interesting."

"Is he really examining my pantry right now," Sid sighed as she held the ice pack on her face, and Crane righted the fallen stool near the island and sat down.

"He doesn't like mysteries," Crane said as cans crash down in the pantry and rolled out.

"He's going to tare that pantry apart isn't he?" she huffed as more cans rolled out. "Pull the damn light cord."

"There is a whole another apartment back here!" Nigma called out cheerfully.

"Yes that's the kid's apartment," she answered as she put her ice pack down and rubbed her temples. "Now can you please fix my pantry?"

"I have to explore the closet!" Nigma stated as he ran out of the room.

"He doesn't want to find what's in the closet," she muttered as she picked up the fallen cans on the floor.

"What is in the closet?" Crane asked her as she shut the pantry door.

"Well unless he finds it I'm not telling," she teased as she started making herself a cup of coffee.

"I take it Deka is not happy with us being here," he noted changing topics. Crane had enough knowledge of this girl that unless she wanted you to know she was not going to tell you anything.

"She thinks I am being careless," she replied as she stirred her coffee. "Apparently you both are going to kill me as I sleep."

"She has a point, we could," Crane said as the kid came in with a paper in his hand.

"You let him find my apartment," the kid growled as he slammed the paper down. "If he comes back there I'll shoot him."

"I'll warn him," she replied as the kid went back to his apartment. "He's going to sulk for a while."

"If you didn't break us out I'm sure Nigma would be sulking right now too," Crane stated as he picked up the paper reading the headline 'Rouge's of Gotham on the Loose Again!' with a picture of all their mug shots underneath. "Made the front page."

"First time for everything," she laughed as she put her empty cup in the sink. "I'm use to staying out of the paper."

"How is the wound?" he asked as he opened the paper and read the articles.

"Much better than last night," she informed him, as she looked at the mug shots on front of the paper. "That is a terrible mug shot."

"They don't get better," Crane laughed as he watched her walk back over to the counter.

"Where is the damn switch," Nigma said as he rushed back into the room, ruining Crane's one on one moment with Sid.

"If you can't find it that's not my problem," she said before walking out.

"Shouldn't you be working on your next scheme?" Crane asked as he continued to read the paper. "This report says that this latest team up by Riddler and Scarecrow was weak and they would still be stilling in Arkham if not assisted by an unknown female rouge that is new to the Gotham City Rouge scene. They called us weak, are we going to let them get away with that?"

"What do they write about gold old Bruce?" Riddler asked as he yanked the paper our of Crane's hands. "Bruce Wayne was the victim of a terrible crime. Of course he is a victim, poor little rich boy wants a pity party, disgusting."

"How shall we retaliate?" Crane asked as Nigma angrily crumbled the newspaper.

"I'll do a little research and I'll come up with a marvelous plan," he replied as he threw the paper into the trash. "You just make sure to have plenty of gas. Wayne won't know what hit him!"

"I'll get a fresh batch started," he informed Nigma.

Watching Nigma leave Crane smiled. He knew he had to get Nigma focused on something else before he tore Sid's house apart to find out all her secrets and Sid ended up stabbing him. This was going to be an interesting week.

Thank you to my two reviewers Booklover1498 and Chronic Sandman. Hope you guys enjoyed this one as well.