I looked around the lobby of the art museum nervously as I waited. I looked down at my watch and saw that I still had a few minutes. I wrung my hands together as I walked around, looking at the advertisements hanging on the wall. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Perhaps it's because I was meeting up with someone who has a history of keeping criminals out of jail? I sat down on a bench and my knee bounced as I waited. I looked over at the entrance and saw Jonathan Crane walk through the door. Looking at my watch, I saw that he was exactly on time. Standing, I smiled as he found me in the lobby.

"Bethany," he said coming over.

"Hey," I said, my voice had a nervous laugh in it.

"I'm glad you came."

I smiled in return.

"Shall we?" He gestured to the ticket booth.

"Um… sure," I moved to enter the museum, but he grabbed onto my elbow.

"You know what? Let's go somewhere else."

"What?"

"I've been thinking about this all morning, and I'm worried that the museum will be too stuffy. Why don't we go somewhere where we can talk freely?"

I gave it a bit of thought before replying, "Sure."

Jonathan smiled and placed his hand on the lower part of my back as we walked out of the building. I allowed for Jonathan to lead me down the street to a small park where we found a small tree to sit under.

"This is nice," I said.

"It is."

"So… what now?"

"Well, I thought we could play a game of twenty questions."

I laughed, "Really?"

"Sure!"

"Oh God, we'll be here forever."

Jonathan smiled, "Okay, how about a few questions each?"

"Okay. I'll go first." I smiled and pretended to think deeply before asking, "What are your intensions?"

"Wow," Jonathan gave a shocked look, "Starting out with the really big questions."

I laughed, "I thought we'd get that one out of the way. Rip it off like a Band-Aid."

"Sure." Jonathan was quiet for a moment then said, "To be completely honest, I'm not too sure."

"Why did you give me your number?"

"You were intriguing? You were easy to talk to…. I'm trying not to say that I felt a connection."

"Love at first sight, eh?"

Jonathan blushed, "Not as powerful."

"Okay."

"How long are you visiting?"

"My mother and I are here for the summer."

"Right… that's what you had said." Jonathan smiled, "Well, since we're getting big questions out of the way, how do you feel spending time with a known criminal?"

"Um… well, since we're being honest," I said, "I'm still a bit uneasy about it… but I'm willing to believe that if you're changing for the better, that you're serious about it."

"I am serious about it."

"Then I believe you." We smiled at each other for a moment then I said, "You didn't answer my first question."

"I didn't, you're right." Jonathan looked at me and frowned, "If you were here permanently, I would say I would like to try dating."

"Wow, dating? Really?"

"Well yeah. Why not? You're a single attractive young woman, and I am a single man."

"A single attractive young man."

Jonathan smiled, "Yes. Why wouldn't I give that a shot?"

"Why not indeed?"

"What are your intentions?"

I gave a mockingly offended look, "My intentions, sir?"

"Yes."

"That's a good question." I took a moment to think before answering, "Obviously, since I'm not staying, I don't want anything too serious."

"Obviously."

"But… I wouldn't be against anything."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… if anything… between me and someone else were to happen… I wouldn't say no to it?"

"Someone being me?"

I shrugged, "If that is how it happened."

"Is that what you're hoping for?"

I laughed, "We've only known each other for less than twenty four hours. I'm not sure relationships start under those kinds of terms."

"What about a friendship?"

I smiled, "Well I do believe that's how friendships start, yes."

"What about one… with…."

"Benefits?" I laughed, "Please tell me you aren't going to say benefits."

A slight blush formed on Jonathan's face, "I was."

I gave him a smile, "Well, if things went that way, I guess I wouldn't say no."

Jonathan smiled, "Well, that's good then."

"Is it?"

"Yes." He smiled at me then asked, "Would you like to get something to eat? There are some food trucks in this park that are actually pretty good."

"Sure."

Together we went to the food trucks, him opting for a salad wrap and me opting for a burrito bowl. I covered the bowl with lettuce and more hot sauce than was probably necessary. I found him waiting for me, and we found a bench to sit on. We continued to talk about this and that, getting to know each other. I found out that he used to be the head psychiatrist before his troubles with the law, but now he's a regular one. He says he used to work with a lot of high profile patients, but now all he does is work simple cases or finishes off paper work. I told him all about my job in England. How I worked with my employer to buy art. I shared with him that my employer even bought art for me when I expressed interest. He seemed interested in my relationship with my employer, and also interested in who he was, but I refused to tell him.

When we finished eating, we got up to throw away our food and then we walked around the park for a while longer. Going back to the tree we were at before, I sat down and leaned against the trunk while he sat down next to be, closer than he probably should have. He smiled at me, "I really like talking to you, Miss Elwood."

I smiled back, "I really like talking to you too, Dr Crane."

Jonathan leaned in a bit, "So… how do you feel about how this date is going?"

Leaning in myself I smiled, "Oh, so this is a date?"

"What did you think it was?"

"I wasn't sure."

We were close now, and I found that I wanted to be closer. Looking into his stunning blue eyes, I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, but we were stopped.

"Crane," a stern voice came from the path.

Turning we found a man in a suit who looked vaguely familiar. He had glasses and a mustache and was clearly a police officer of some kind.

"Commissioner Gordon," Crane said, sitting back on his hands, "It's good to see you."

Turning to me, Commissioner Gordon asked, "Is this man bothering you?"

I gave a shocked look, "What? No! No of course not."

"Believe it or not, Gordon," Crane said, "But this happens to be a consensual date."

Now it was Gordon's turn to look shocked, "A date?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

Gordon frowned, "For you? Maybe."

"Well that's a bit rude," I said.

"What's your name, love?" Gordon asked.

"Love?"

"Sorry, what is your name?"

"Bethany Elwood."

Gordon started, "Charles Elwood's daughter?"

"Um… yes?"

He smiled, "I don't know if you'll remember me, but I used to be a friend of your parents."

I frowned at him for a moment, then it clicked, "Yes! James, correct?"

"Yes."

I stood and went over to give him a hug, "How are you?"

"Very good, thank you."

"Commissioner? Wow! That's a long way away from officer."

Commissioner Gordon smiled humbly, "Yes it is." Looking over at Crane he frowned, "You're honestly on a date with this man?"

"Yes I am."

"Do you know who he is?"

"I'm aware of his past, yes."

Gordon frowned, "All of it?"

"Yes. I know all about the helping criminals staying out of jail thing."

Jonathan came up behind me, "I've been honest with her, Gordon."

"Does your mother know you're out?"

I laughed, "I think I'm old enough to take care of myself, thank you."

Gordon frowned, "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I have some idea, yes."

Gordon gave a half smile, "Okay. Well, if you're sure."

"We're sure," I said, "Thank you for your concern, Commissioner."

"Yes well… you know how to reach me."

"I'll shine a light in the sky."

Gordon walked away, looking at us over his shoulder every once in a while. I turned to look at Jonathan and gave an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry about that."

"Your family is friends with the police?"

"I guess. My father used to have a big influence on the city back when Thomas and Martha Wayne were alive."

"Well, I hope this didn't ruin the date."

"Not completely."

"Oh, so it did a bit?"

I smiled, "Well, it certainly ruined the mood."

Jonathan frowned, "Yes, it certainly did."

I smiled, "But I still had a good time, I promise."

"Good."

My phone buzzed and I looked at it, finding a text from my mother letting me know that dinner was being prepared. I sighed, "I think I have to leave."

"Leave? Why?"

"I apparently have dinner plans."

"That's a shame."

"It really is."

Jonathan looked down and took my hand, "Let me walk you to your car."

I smiled, "Sure."

Walking me back to the parking garage that I parked my car in, he led me up to the level I parked in. Walking me to my car, I turned to him and smiled.

"So this is your car?" Jonathan nodded to the vehicle behind me.

"Um… it's a rental…. My mom doesn't believe one can be too flashy."

"Well, I guess that's good."

I laughed, and then gave Jonathan a smile. I bit my lower lip and grabbed onto his tie, pulling him in, I gave him a kiss. Pulling away, I smiled at him, and said, "Good bye, Jonathan."

"Should I expect to see you again?"

Smiling I replied, "I would."

Getting into my car, I waved at him as I drove away heading back to Wayne Manor.