"Doctor Crane."

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I heard his voice. "Hi, it's Bethany."

"Bethany, hello! What do I owe the honor of this late night call."

I cringed, "Oh no, is it really late? I didn't look at the clock."

"It's around 10:30."

"Oh God, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. No time is too late to talk to you."

I smiled again, "Good to hear."

"How was your dinner?"

"It um… didn't happen."

"Oh? Why not?"

"My mother and I had a um… an eye opening conversation before, and I ended up skipping it."

"What was it about if you don't mind me asking?"

"You know, right now I do. Maybe later I'll tell you."

"Understood. So what did you do instead?"

"I swam laps. It's what I do to let off steam sometimes."

"Mm. Sounds fun."

I let out a small laugh, "Well, sorry to get your mind out of the gutter, but my swimming laps is anything but."

"Oh I'm sure I can beg to differ. You in a swimsuit is something I would be particularly keen to see."

"Are you always this forward?"

"Only when I know I have limited time with someone."

I felt a blush form on my face and replied, "Well I didn't get far in them. Bruce came down asking if I wanted to go up to dinner."

"Why did you let him stop you?"

"He offered to join me, and after saying no, I felt I had done enough."

"So what did you do then?"

"I sat in a sauna for a while."

"Sounds hot."

I laughed at his cheap joke and said, "It was."

"Do you like saunas?"

"Oh yeah. Nice warm room that makes you feel like you are constantly wrapped in a blanket? What's not to love about that?"

Jonathan laughed, "No arguments from me."

"So… I guess since we're… on a limited time schedule and everything, and I don't want anything to be weird between us, I should tell you that I had sex with Bruce in the sauna." I waited for a response, but nothing came. After a moment, I asked, "Jonathan, are you still there?"

"Yeah. I'm just… processing."

"Got it."

"I guess I'm trying not to get jealous of Bruce Wayne."

I laughed, "Oh God, please don't."

"Do you have feelings for Mr Wayne?"

"No."

"Then why have sex with him?"

I shrugged even though he couldn't see it, "It was just sex, Jonathan. But like I said, I just wanted you to know. I thought it would only be fair to you."

"Well… I can't say that I don't feel threatened by Bruce Wayne now, but thank you."

"Please don't be threatened. It was honestly just me allowing him to itch a scratch for me."

"I could have done that."

A small smile tugged on my lips, "Who says it was a satisfying itch? Maybe I'll need help scratching it again."

"Well then, let's hope that next time that happens I'll be the one next to you."

I let a small smile escape, "Well, I'm sure we can make sure of that."

"What are you doing now?"

"Eating tiramisu."

"Do you enjoy italian desserts?"

"Very much. I especially enjoy gelato. Or any kind of ice cream for that matter."

"Favorite flavor?"

"Mint chocolate chip. Yours?"

"I don't think I have a favorite flavor. I don't care much for ice cream."

I let out a mock gasp, "Oh sir, I don't think that's a real thing. We'll have to find one that works for you."

Jonathan laughed, "All right."

"What about you? What are you doing right now?"

"I'm laying in bed."

"Just laying in bed?"

A chuckle came from the phone, "Yes."

I smiled slyly, "What else are you doing while you just lay in bed?"

"I'm talking to a confusing woman on the phone."

"Confusing?"

"I haven't met many women like you."

"Oh no, please don't use that line."

"It's not a line."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately I have to work tomorrow."

"Well do you have any dinner plans?"

"No."

"Would you like to go out to dinner? I can meet you somewhere or you can come and pick me up."

"Would you want to be seen around town with a known criminal?"

"Would you be okay going out to dinner with someone who has casual sex?"

"I'm willing to overlook it."

"Even if you're semi-threatened by Bruce?"

With a chuckle, Jonathan replied, "Yes. Even if I'm somewhat threatened."

"I'm willing to over loot it too. As I said earlier today, you're trying to change. I can't hold your past against you, that wouldn't be helpful."

"I appreciate the effort."

"So dinner?"

"Yes. Where would you like to eat, Bethany?"

"I don't know of any place in town."

"Well, I think I have a few places in mind. I'll pick you up around seven tomorrow night."

I smiled, "That sounds fantastic."

"I'll be looking forward to it all day."

I smiled, "Hows lying in bed now?"

"Still pretty good. How is your dessert?"

"Mmm, really good." I picked up my fork and took a bite of the spongy cake. I moaned softly into the phone, "Very good."

"It sounds amazing."

Taking another bite, I gave another soft moan, "I'm licking my lips with joy."

There was a shifting sound coming from Jonathan's end, then he said, "This isn't fair."

I smiled, "No? How so?"

"You're teasing me."

I gave a low seductive chuckle, "Is it working?"

"Most certainly."

"Hm… sorry I'm not there to see it myself."

"Little mynx."

"What are you doing now?"

"Thinking about you eating tiramisu."

"Should I leave you alone to your imagination?"

"I want to listen to you finish your dessert."

I smiled and complied. Taking slow moaning bites, I described to him what it was like to have the cake fill my mouth, how it felt to lick the filling, how it felt to swallow the whole thing and feel it sliding down my throat. By the time I was finished, so was he. I set my fork down and said into my phone, "I really should go now."

"Yes. It is very late now."

"I hope you sleep well."

"You too, Bethany."

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Oh, you have no idea how ready I am to see you."

I giggled, "Goodnight, Jonathan."

"Goodnight."

Hanging up, I took a moment to sit and let the butterflies to go away before gathering my fork and plate and left the chilly balcony. Closing the door, I set my phone on my bed and unlocked my door. Opening it, I half expected to see Bruce sitting outside, but instead I found an empty hallway. Making my way down to the kitchens as quietly as I could, I set my dishes in the sink and turned to head back up to my room when I heard someone playing the piano. It was three discordant chords and nothing else. Going to the parlor, I peeked through the open door expecting to see someone, but found it empty. Going into the room, I looked around and found no one. Walking over to the piano, I touched the ivory keys and played a few high pitched chords, trying to find the right three pairs I had heard before. I found a few, of the same notes, from there I went to play the last set, when Alfred appeared next to me. Letting out a small scream, I jumped away from the piano and clasped my hand to my chest.

"Jesus Christ, Alfred, you scared me."

"Sorry, Miss Elwood. I didn't mean to frighten you."

I gave him a smile, "It's alright."

"Might I ask what it is you are doing?"

"I um…. I thought I heard someone playing the piano."

"I didn't hear anything. Just your playing."

I frowned, "Was Bruce in here a few minutes ago? Or my mom?"

"No Miss. Both of them are upstairs in their rooms."

I nodded, "I must have been hearing things."

"I find that is a very real possibility in this house, Miss."

I smiled. Giving him a hug, I pulled away and said, "Goodnight, Alfred."

"Goodnight, Miss Elwood. I hope tomorrow is a better day."

"Same here."

Leaving him alone in the parlor room, I made my way back to the stairs and up to my room. Changing into pajamas, I slipped into my bed and pulled the covers over me. A bright light lit up my room from a distance. Craning my neck to look outside, I saw the large bat signal shining against the night sky. Resting my head against my pillows, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.