Waiting until he was sure no one was returning, he stood up on the cot and pushed up on the ceiling tile and slide it over. When they did renovations on the ward they cut corners and a small oversight turned into a way to visit you neighbors in the cell block. You couldn't get across the hall this way, and Crane was glad that Joker and Harley were over there. This was a rouge secret, and he knew Sid wouldn't know about it until now.

Carefully crawling over the tiles he made his way over to her cell. Sliding back the tile he peered into the darkness of her cell, he thought he could make out her outline sitting on the cot, but he couldn't be sure.

"Sid," he called down to her.

"Oh fuck God that better not be you," Sid replied.

"No it's not," he sighed shaking his head. "Where are you?"

"In a cell," she said as he heard her shifting on the cot, the springs squeaking as she moved.

"Stop being a smartass," Crane said as he dropped down to the floor.

"I would but it's more fun to be a smartass then a dumb ass," she stated as he sat down on the cot. "How did you know about the ceiling trick?"

"Harley and Joker were down here right after the renovations and Harley doesn't handle being separated from the Joker well," he explained. "She tried everything to get to him and eventually found the flaw in the ceiling. Sure she is in the Joker's cell right now doing things I don't even want to imagine."

"Ugh I know you like fear and all but I don't need nightmares about what those two do in the dark," she said as she made gagging noises.

"No one does," he laughed as he leaned back against the wall. His eyes where adjusting to the darkness and he could make out her outline plopped against the wall. "Are you still in your straightjacket?"

"Yea, I didn't feel like getting out of it," she replied. "That and the sedation is finally wearing off."

"Come here," he told her reaching out and dragging her over and started to unbuckle the jacket. "You could have just asked."

"Since when do I ask for help," she laughed as he finished untying her arms.

"Very true," he stated as he released her from the jacket and tossed it into the corner. "Although you need to work on you cover stories. I don't think Edward bought the lie about us discussing masks."

"It was the only think I could think of," she replied as she pulled away from him slightly. "It's your fault for kissing my senseless."

"You started it by pulling off my mask," he reminded her.

"Not my fault it distorts your voice and annoys me. There is no way I can have a serious conversation with you wearing it," she snorted before yawing. "At least we know Edward can't bust in here, can he?"

"Not unless he gets put in the cell next to us," he assured her. "I highly doubt he will. Sharp only puts people down here who he despises like the Joker and now you."

"Should I feel honor or sleep with one eye open?" she laughed as she leaned back against the cool wall.

"A bit of both," he replied. "This is the opportune moment to talk about us without being interrupted."

"To be honest I don't think we need to change a thing," she told him. "We are both mature adults and can handle ourselves as such. Just be warned you start treating me like Joker treats Harley I can and will stab you."

"If you start acting like Harley I may stab you," he joked.

"Awe you don't want me jumping on top of you and calling you Mr. C," she replied mocking Harley's voice then starting laughing. "I can't do that it's so asinine."

"Please don't ever do that again," he told her.

"I won't," she yawned. "So do they lock us in here all day and night?"

"We still go to our therapy sessions," he informed her. "And when we aren't having our meals postponed we still get three meals a day."

"Oh joy more Dr. Young and bad food," she groaned.

"It could be worst," he told her. "Joker could be on the side and we have to worry about a maniac clown trying to kill us every minute."

"Well look at you looking on the bright side of things," she laughed.

"I know it's disgusting," he replied. "I prefer the darker side of life."

"Don't we all."

They talked a little more before Crane slowly drifted off to sleep. He woke to a shuffling noise as breakfast was slipped under the slot in the door. It took him a minute to realize where he was and who was sleeping next to him. The small cot was barely big enough for him to sleep comfortably on and Sid was using his chest as a pillow. Unsure of how they got into this position he slipped out from under her and left the cell before she awoke.

Back in his own cell he slowly picked at the food they had left trying to figure out everything that had happen. How could one female bring him out of his lonely conquest to cloak Gotham in fear? He had a lot to think about, and lucky for him he had the time.

Thank you to my two reviewers Booklover1498 and Chronic Sandman. Sorry for the delay life just got out of control should have the next chapter up soon!