Unwanted Allies- Dr. Jonathan Crane Story

An Interesting Turn of Events.

When she was finished, Floyd was handcuffed to one of the larger pipes, leaving him hanging; the small gash on his head had stopped bleeding and he had only just come to as she finished tying him up, 

"What... have you done... bitch?" He added, his eyes fluttering open and setting onto her. Looking at him, Lilah smiled, stepping back to look at him, she had stripped him of his weapons and his bullet-proof vest, leaving him in a tattered looking, dark blue, long sleeved shirt with his black slacks and boots, 

"I thought you were the world's greatest assassin?" Lilah mocked, earning her self a glare from Floyd, 

"I think your boyfriend's home." He spat bitterly as both he and Lilah heard the front door close. Looking back at him, she smiled lightly,

"In that case, be a good boy and stay down here." Turning on her heel, she strode up the stairs, leaving Floyd in the cold basement. Making her way through the house, she attempted to make her footsteps as quiet as possible as she stepped into the living room and took a seat on the couch, her eyes fixated on the hallway, he would be in the room at any second and for some reason, that knowledge made her uneasy. She felt as though she was a trespasser in his house. As predicted, Jonathan stepped into the room, the same black suit and maroon tie, the same neat hairstyle, the same polished glasses, the same everything. He was just the same; flawless. As he set his blue eyes onto her, a small smile formed on his face as he stepped towards her cautiously, as if uncertain it was actually her, 

"Lilah..." He mused, as he drew closer to her, his brow furrowed and he outstretched his hand towards her face, brushing his fingertips over what Lilah assumed to be a bruise on her cheek, at the feeling of his touch, Lilah stiffled a sob and lean't into his touch. Just like that, she felt the full weight of her loss and it was then that she wished she could go back to feeling nothing. 

"Jonathan." She greeted in return, rising to her feet. Almost immediately, he seemed to return to his cold demeanor taking a small breath, 

"I thought Jim Gordon had arrested you." He said.

"He did." 

"How did you get out?' He asked 

"I had help from a... friend, I guess you could say." Lilah answered shortly. Tilting his head at her, Jonathan searched her eyes before giving up on the hope was winning an explanation. As he turned his back on her, Lilah felt the urge to hug him, but that seemed far too unnatural for the great Jonathan Crane. Instead, he would much rather have pretended she didn't exist, in fact, she wouldn't have been surprised if that's what he was planning to do before she arrived. "And yourself?" Turning his head to look at her, his eyes met hers only briefly before they fell to the ground, 

"What do you mean?" He asked lightly, he seemed rather different, he seemed softer, perhaps even a little kinder, more vulnerable then she was used to. 

"I imagine you've been working." She replied, moving slowly towards him, flicking his gaze back up to her, Jonathan watched her with emotionless eyes until she stopped just in front of him, 

"Working?" He questioned, "No."

"Then what?" She asked. Jonathan shrugged his shoulders, 

"It doesn't matter anymore." Now that she thought about it, he seemed... rather irritated. 

"What doesn't?" She knew that he tone was becoming snappy, but she had, had a rather tiring and miserable day, but she deserved to know what he had been doing for the past day, 

"Figuring out how to get you out," He snapped back at her, "Is that what you wanted to hear?" Lilah opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again, Jonathan wasn't one for emotional attachments and she would not have believed him if it weren't for the look on his face.