"So he's just sitting in the living room not speaking?" the kid gaped as Nigma finished eating his sandwich.
"I left once Sid walked in," he replied, as he stood up and looked down the hallway. "I would assume Crane would have said something, but he is being stubborn right now. I think he is experiencing feelings he doesn't know how to deal with."
"Fucking JERK!" Sid huffed as she stormed out of the living room and towards her own room.
"I assume there talk didn't go well," Nigma said as he turned around and noticed the kid was gone, the pantry door was now closed. "Coward."
Sighing Nigma headed down towards the living room. He found Crane sitting on the couch with a death grip on his mask. Trying not to laugh at the sight of him, Nigma waltz in the room like normal looking around the room and noticing Sid's duffle bag on the floor and made a mental note of it. Crane was still wearing his costume while Nigma had changed into dark colored jeans and an emerald colored t-shirt.
"Still silent," Nigma noted as he stood in front of Crane. "I'm going to tell you this as your friend. Sort out you emotions quickly because both of you are ticking time bombs and I don't want to be around for the explosion." Crane still didn't speak. "Okay fine I'll psycho analyze you. The reason you are standing there sorting through these foreign emotions is because you have never dealt with these emotions and now you are confronted with the one thing you have been trying to not think of for the past four months." Nigma noticed Crane was staring at the floor and he moved towards the duffle bag. "Instead of mourning her you spent all time and energy on making enough fear gas to cover Gotham. Now here she is in front of you, and you are feeling relief a foreign emotion. Well suck it up and go make little Crane babies with her."
"Edward," Crane said as he looked up and noticed Nigma rummaging through her duffle bag. "Get out of her bag."
"But it's interesting," Nigma replied as he grabbed a black zipper up hoodie advertising a concert festival. "Look here this Mayhem concert was last weekend in Philadelphia, wonder if she went or someone bought it for her." He tossed the hoodie at Crane. "Four leather bound books in here Grimm's fairy tales, Dracula, Dante's Inferno, and The complete tales of Edgar Allen Poe. Oh and a pink zebra print thong."
"Nigma!" Crane hissed as he yanked the bag away from him and the prescription bag fell out.
"Well what do we have here," Nigma said as he snatched the bag up and ripped off the labels. "Two prescriptions from a local CVS/Pharmacy for a Bonnie Cartwright, one of her aliases I've seen in her iPad file. One is Ondansetron used to treat nausea and the other Select OB a prenatal vitamin. I was kidding when I said making baby Cranes!"
"Give me that," Crane ordered as he ripped the label out of Nigma's hand and read the information on the labels.
"When did you two even have a chance," Nigma gaped as Crane crushed up the labels. "So there was more than talking going on in solitary."
"Shut up," Crane demanded as he stormed out of the room and burst into Sid's room.
She sat up in her bed, dagger poised in the hand ready to throw. Seeing it was Crane she huffed and sheathed the dagger before putting it on her nightstand. Waiting for him to speak, he found himself once more at a loss for words.
"Are you just going to stand there all night or tell me why you busted into my room?" she huffed as she stood up and he noticed she was wearing a loose t-shirt with her flannel pajama bottoms.
"You're pregnant," he accused and her jaw dropped but her look of shock was quickly replaced by a murderous glare.
"Nigma went through my bag, I'm going to kill him," she hissed as she ran a hand through her hair. "I was going to tell you once you were speaking to me again." She held up her hand when he was about to speak again. "I'm giving you one warning if you say 'how did this happen' I'm throwing my dagger at you because you were fully present when it happened."
"Fine I won't say it, but what are we going to do," he replied as he walked towards her and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
"You are over complicating things again," she sighed and leaned her head against his chest.
"A child complicates things," he told her as he held her close, feeling relieved he could feel her breathing against him. "You are far too relaxed about this."
"I know it's hard for you to do but trust me," she said as she stifled a yawn. "Now I really would like to go to bed now, and you could use a shower."
"Just because you can tell Nigma he stinks," he started to say before she moved away from him and smiled.
"I'm just letting you know you are not sleeping in my bed smelling like a sweaty dog," she laughed as she sat back on the bed. "You can use my shower if you want."
"How kind of you," he said as she lay back down. "We are having a serious discussion tomorrow, no playing games or avoiding topics."
"Fine, fine," she yawned and rolled over. "Whatever you want Jonathan."
Crane went to go use her shower and halfway through his shower it hit him that was the first time she used his first name. She always called him Crane or Scarecrow and now here he was trying to figure out what it all meant.
Thank you to my reviewer Chronic Sandman, and booklover1598