Crane found her on her roof smoking a mini cigar after he got himself out of the Clown's headquarters. He saw her waking up and getting out of the binds Harley had tied her up in, and he gave her the perfect distraction to slip out. Walking up behind her he watched her drop the butt of her cigar and smashes it on the roof with the ball of her foot.

"If I would have known working with you two would get me kidnapped and knocked out by Harley Quinn believe me I would have stayed far away," she said looking up at the night sky not turning to face him.

"Not my fault you couldn't handle Harley," Crane replied, trying to stick closer to the shadows uncomfortable with hanging out in the open in the light with Batman hanging around.

"I could of handle Harley if I didn't get a neck full of tranquilizer," she huffed, and then headed towards the stairwell to go back to her apartment. "Why did you distract them while I escaped?"

He remained silent; unsure what to say or what he really wanted.

"When you make up your mind I may still be in Gotham," she told him before she disappeared into the stairwell.

It took him a moment for her words to sink in, and then he quickly followed her down the stairs. The stairs ended at the end of her hallway in the apartment near her room. Walking down the hallway he found her in the kitchen with a glass of red wine in hand.

"What do you mean still be in Gotham?" he asked her as she sat down on the counter.

"The head of my guild has recalled me and I am to return to be reassigned," she replied nonchalantly before taking a sip of wine. "If I fail to return I can never work as an assassin for the guild. That means no assassin jobs without putting my neck out there to be assassinated myself by a guild member. It's like being a part of a union."

"You are going to leave Gotham for what and how long have you known?" Crane asked, furious she was just going to leave and not tell him.

"I haven't decided if I am going to leave, I can just resign as an assassin and go back to carjacking," she informed him as she swirled her wine in the glass absentmindedly. "And since we aren't friends I didn't see the need to bring this to your attention."

"Why is being an assassin so damn important than staying here in Gotham?" he demanded to know as she finished her glass.

"Money," she sighed, pouring herself more. "If this decision was so easy I wouldn't be drinking this much. I've spent the past two days drunk off my ass, and I plan to keep drinking until I run out of alcohol."

"That's your answer, to drink," he scoffed, as she rolled her eyes at him. Crane knew he shouldn't care about any of this but he still did. Gotham was a little more fun since she showed up and he wasn't going to lose her so easily.

"Right now seems like a great plan," she told him.

"Come on I know what will cheer you up," he said before dragging her into the living room.

Nigma had waited for Crane to return for six hours now. He had finally figured out a way to screw Joker over and he wanted to bounce ideas off of Crane. Of course Crane wasn't around and now he was bored. Having a clue where he was he decided to go pay Sid a visit.

As he walked in he noticed Deka was missing. He hurried up the stairs and opened the stairwell door with the key Sid hid in the exit sign. He found her apartment unlocked as usual and went right to the living room. Opening the door, he choked back a laugh at what he saw. There on the couch Crane sat reading a book while Sid was asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Crane had finally notice him, and he ducked back into the hallway, trying to stop himself from laughing. He knew Crane had feelings for the girl, even if Crane didn't admit it to himself. But the scene he just walked in on just wiped away any doubt he had. Taking a deep breath, he couldn't stop smiling as Crane stepped into the hallway.

"Are we having a nice date?" Nigma laughed, as Crane clenched his fist. He knew that Crane didn't like to be teased, but Nigma couldn't help it.

"Shut up," Crane ordered before storming past him into the kitchen, Nigma following close behind.

"What else am I supposed to say the girl was sleeping on your shoulder," Nigma pointed out as Crane made sure the kitchen door was shut. "If it was any other female you would have shoved them off of you. So you just need to admit you like her."

"It doesn't matter she is leaving Gotham," he informed Nigma as he sat down on a stool. "The head of her guild has called her to return. She will be leaving Gotham and most likely will never return."

"I wonder if she would give me this apartment then." Nigma mused while the kid walked out of the pantry from his apartment.

"She hasn't decided if she's going," the kid told them as he grabbed a soda out of the fridge. "But if I were you two I'd split in about an hour before the drunk fight happens."

"Drunk fight?" Nigma asked curiously as the id went back to his apartment.

"Sid and Deka both have been getting highly intoxicated and fighting every night for the past week because of her being recalled," Crane explained, as Nigma processed the information.

"Well then simply tell her to stay in Gotham because I need her in my plans to screw the clown," Nigma said snapping his fingers. "How do you stop a clown who thinks he king of the city?"

"Knowing you yanking the rug right from under him," Crane muttered as he rubbed his temples. "What's the plan?"

"Easy we kidnap Bruce Wayne the day before the event, destroy the caterer, the venue, and I'll set Poison Ivy on the florist," he laughed as he paced the floor in excitement so pleased with his idea. "You can't have a party to crash without the basics."

"Ruin the party ruin the clowns plan," Crane replied, as he gave his own smile. "Excellent idea."

"It's so obvious its genius!" Nigma gloated as he heard crashing and screaming coming from the living room. "Well sounds like you need to go save your girlfriend and I have a plant lady to see. I would hurry they sound like they are getting violent and I will need her assistance with the Wayne part of the deal at least."

"I hate you," Crane replied as he went to stop the fight in the living room.

"Ah hate is such a strong word," Nigma called after him. "I'm just glad you despise the clown more than you hate me."

Thank you to my two reviewers Booklover1498 and Chronic Sandman, glad you both are enjoying it!