Nigma looked over his two captives that were being drug upstairs, pissed off he was holding captive the two wrong people. His plan attacking Wayne Tower went perfect expect Wayne somehow slipped out, undoubtedly hiding in a secret panic room the coward. So Nigma took the only one he found in the main office, Lucius Fox. Now here they were hiding out in an abandon warehouse with Barbra Gordon and Lucius Fox as his hostages. Crane was also in a pissy mood; he had refused to tie them up, and had told Nigma off and was now sulking upstairs in a small office space.

"Done," Sid stated as she climbed down a pipe from the ceiling now dressed in leather pants and a leather tank top. "No one will be able to sneak around upstairs."

"Good, don't need old Bats trying to sneak up on use after this disastrous night," he sighed as he sat down on a crate; his crew was roaming the warehouse.

"So you didn't get your intended targets," she huffed at him crossing her arms over her chest. "Your main goal came out intact; Wayne canceled the function until next week. With Joker's luck he will be back in Arkham before then. You accomplished what you wanted. You showed Joker you aren't to be messed with."

"Here you are giving me a pep talk and I thought you didn't like me," he snorted as she shook her head.

"Your assumption is correct I don't like you. But I have one sulking rouge I don't need another," she said before she turned on her heel and headed upstairs towards Crane where Nigma's men had deposited the captives. "Having fun guarding the unconscious bunch?"

"Yes it's just load of fun," he grunted from behind the desk in the small office space, in the corner Lucius Fox and Barbra Gordon where bound together with ropes, gagged, and out for the count. "They are both great conversationalists."

"What is the current topic up for discussion?" she asked, perching herself carefully on the old wooden desk.

"How ludicrous this whole plan is," he replied as he leaned back in the leather torn rusted office chair. "They agree with me."

"It's because none of this is your style," she replied as she leaned back on the desk. "None of this has your M.O. and its bothering you. You are all about fear and the effect it has on people, and perfecting your fear gas. Here you are kidnapping people for the Riddler and taking orders from him and it's driving you mad."

"How do you know this, are you some sort of psychologist now?" he sneered at her, distraught at the thought she had him so figured out.

"No, just observant," she replied casually, before sighing. "Also because I'm having the same issue myself, I kill and steal. Now here I am hiding out waiting for the bat to show up because Riddler is holding two people for ransom."

"You steal objects or a life it's more comparable to this scheme then what I do," he noted, causing her to laugh.

"Yes but I don't hang around bored out of my mind waiting for something to happen," she retorted, as she slid on the desk to sit facing him. "If it was a job I'm use to where I go in and pull the heist, fence the shit, and move on with life. This is almost as boring as someone stating that they want you to stick around and then go back to acting like you don't exist."

"This is not the time to speak about that," he hissed as he stood up and lean forward to speak lower making sure he wasn't over heard. "I told you we will speak about this matter when Nigma wasn't around."

"Well he always seems to be around and I'm getting tired of waiting," she whispered back. "I'm risking a lot by staying and if you are just going to ignore me then I should just go."

"Look this isn't something I am use to and…" Crane started to explain to her but then was interrupted by the cat walk crashing down.

"Saved by the bat," she muttered before hopping off the desk and walking out to the stairs to see what happened.

Snatching his mask off the desk, he followed her as he put his mask into place ready to take his frustrations out on Batman. As he approached her, he noticed she was gripping the railing hard, her knuckled were turning white. Looking down he noticed what had fallen down wasn't a bat, but Harley Quinn.

"Wait," he told her grabbing her arm as she made to move downstairs. "Let this play out, Joker will not be far behind."

"She tranqued me," she hissed back. "She will pay."

"I understand but this is not the time," he told her as he pulled her back into the office. He saw Nigma approaching the unconscious Harley Quinn.

"Your timing always sucks," she replied as she let herself be pulled into the office.

"Now that Nigma is distracted maybe this is the perfect time," he told her, as he shut the rusty office door closed. "You are right we need to talk."

Thank you to my reviewers Booklover1598 and Cronic Sandman