Privacy (Crane/open)

[Cass]

Finding a private place had been of the utmost importance, and Cass had done her best to slink along the shadows of Gotham with her powers activated, leading Jonathan to Arkham Asylum. Arkham hardly seemed an appropriate place for private chatter, but Cass knew of some rooms within the asylum, and some tunnels in which to slip in order to access those rooms. She did, after all, utilize these tunnels multiple times a week to perform her own little investigations.

As she walked, she used this time to measure over the things that had happened. She had left her house - and Chase - that evening and headed to the casino. From there, she had played a few games, won some money, and then three strangers had burst into said casino: Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Jonathan. And she had gone from hindering them in their attempts to rob the casino to helping them do so, escape, and now...Jonathan.

He was the mystery, the puzzle, the one Cass didn't quite get. They had had a close friendship - tenuous, but close. They had trusted each other with some deeply-held secrets, sort of helped each other through elementary and middle school. But the older Crane had gone to high school before Cass...and from the first day of high school on, she simply had never heard from him again. Cass remembered that day. She had thought she was fine, that he would contact her later, but as the days wore on and she heard no word from him, she had felt more and more hurt until one night she had laid down to go to sleep and wound up crying - hard - for almost three hours. Just another lesson Gotham was determined to teach her. And she'd learned it.

What Cass hadn't expected was the reaction had body had to seeing him again. She had expected joy and anger. She'd expected to slap him and hug him. What she hadn't expected was the reaction that - until now - only Chase had given her. She hadn't expected the hair on her neck to rise, her skin to flush, her body to heat. It hardly seemed an appropriate or even understandable reaction, given the way in which the two of them had parted. And that she remember, their relationship hadn't been romantic. They'd been friends and she remembered thinking - as he got older - that he was turning into a good-looking man, but she'd never really pursued that line of thinking.

Now, with him inches behind her, it was nearly all she could think about and it was driving her crazy.

I'm just happy to see him. I'm relieved and comfortable to have an old friend back.

She found the old door at the back of the asylum and opened it, slipping in. With her powers activated, no one could hear either of them as they padded the lower bowels of Arkham. Cass was rapidly thinking ahead, wondering if her labs were clean or if there was anyone strapped to the table. Last she checked there hadn't been anyone, and since she cleaned up after herself nicely Crane might just believe the labs were unused.

So she hoped.

She opened the door to her lab and walked in. Sure enough, it looked blank and nondescript. And there was no one in there.

"No one ever comes down here. At least not while I've been here." She smiled at Crane and dropped the suitcase on the floor, then hoisted herself up on the table and sat, grinning at him.

[The Scarecrow]

As they walked into the old crazy home, Jonathan eyed the entire area. No they were not being followed. Good. He looked back to her, giving a nice smile, just a bit bigger than his other smiles he offered Cassandra. He still could not believe that he met an old friend, at the most random place.

Hearing some random groans and moans, he remembered the place well. He used to experiment on old inmates of this crazy home. Ah those were the days. The creaking of an opening door stopped it train of thought and his eyes turned to see a empty, old laboratory.

"Hmmm?" It seemed familiar to his eyes. Though, he recalls himself not being in this one. He set his suitcase on the ground and gave a grand sigh. taking out his scarecrow mask and slipping the can of Fear gas next to the cases. He felt a bit lighter after setting them down. "Well, not bad at all." He commented her as he finished eying the room and relocated his eyes back to her. "So, how long have you worked around this place?" He asked.

[Cass]

"Years," Cass replied, loftily. She offered him a friendly smile. "It's gotten more and more busy since Batman showed up. He puts criminals in our hands faster than we can prosecute them, so more and more of our cells are getting filled up because the jails are overflowing. Between Rachel and I we're swamped but we're working on it." She swung her legs and tilted her head to look at him, watching as he put down the mask and the canister. She was only able to keep staring at it for so long before curiosity claimed her. She hopped off the table and hurried to it, inspecting it. She didn't touch it, but circled it like a cat would circle a mouse, inspecting it from every angle.

"This is so fascinating," she said. "I mean...disturbing. But fascinating as well."

[The Scarecrow]

Seeing her curiosity made him grin. Walking back over to it, he slowly picked it off the ground. "Once you said disturbing then I know I've done my job." He nodded as he eyed it himself. Yeah it was a odd piece of equipment. But it worked every time.

"Ah yes, it is a classic on Halloween." He joked as he eyed it some more. Remembering the times when he first took the helm of the Scarecrow. He looked back to Cassandra and set the Mask back to its place. Giving a slight nod to it. "Years, huh? I am still surprised I had not met you down these halls before..." He thought outloud once more.

[Cass]

"I suppose it's just one of those great mysteries," Cass said. She moved away from him and leaned against the table again. "After all, whoever has us here tonight obviously has some sort of joke up their sleeve. I haven't seen you in years and the first time I see you you're in your Halloween costume." It was a tease and she smiled at him.

"So if the Scarecrow scares people, what were you doing robbing a bank?" How funny was it that he had been threatening her less than an hour before and here they were joking about it. Then again, the night she had met Chase - less than twenty four hours later he'd been pinning her on the ground of her house, more heat and sweat than she'd even imagined coming from both of them at once. And then they'd gone to New York to inspect the City...

That was right. She still had to make a decision about working for Mike Watz.

Oh don't think about that now.

[The Scarecrow]

He let out a small chuckle with her as she let out the last question. "Hmmm its kinda obvious..." Jonathan began as he seemed to begin a rather pacing-type motion.

"After being let off my job and all, its a bit more challenging to gain money. And with the economy of this world plummeting slowly, its harder and harder to get money now a days." Crane Calculated after he stopped. He admitted, he was pretty much broke. Even though he wore his nice suit and tie, shiny shoes. He only got what he had from what he stolen every so often. Money. Money was always the key. And for now in this world, its the key to life.

Zapping out of his thought, Jonathan looked to Cass and let out a thoughtful sigh. "So..." He began trying to think of something. He could tell she was deep in thought.

So whats he.
What was there to say?

[Cass]

"The question now is what to do with all this money we just captured?" she asked, pointing. "Money may be hard to come by but you have a little spending cash on you now." Thanks to me, she added silently.

She knelt and opened the case, looking through the bills. "This is almost enough that I don't even have to fight my case later on," she said, smiling. "I can bribe the judge to get Matthews into Arkham." Ah, Dean Matthews - the arraignment had happened, trial was still a bit away, but seriously she could bribe Faden into just sending Dean to Arkham. And once Dean got within those walls...he was all hers.

She grinned. She could do it - with a lot less than was here too.

[The Scarecrow]

Jonathan eyed the cases that were filled bottom up with money. He had to admit, the girl was smart. She was able to get at least 1 million Dollars worth of money, with ease. It impressed Crane greatly. But he had almost forgotten of it. That surprised him. He walked over to it, thinking of counting it all, but that would take time. Listening to Cassandra's words, he hummed. "Who?" Knowing what he asked meant nothing, but seeing as she was still with a job, there was no reason to ask anything. it was none of his business, yet he still fell interested.

[Cass]

"Dean Matthews," Cass replied, watching Crane inspect the money. "Pedophiliac. Rapist. Arrested and charged with eight counts, male and female. Really, I didn't need to do half of the studying I've done for this case. The man should just walk into Arkham. But...as is usual he's paid up so they're putting him through a trial." She had a rock solid defense for him too. "If I don't talk to the judge beforehand it will be a battle worth watching. But in the end the facts are going to win out. He's one sick bastard and he's going into Arkham where he belongs."

Jonathan seemed distracted by the money so she tilted her head and purred softly: "So what are you going to do now?"

[The Scarecrow]

Jonathan just looked to the woman with a slow sigh. "Go home I guess." He figured. He really was unsure. After meeting an old friend to then just get up and leave her? They had to meet again soon, but for now, it seemed Cass had a job to do.

Crane swiped up his mask and Fear Gas and placed both in their pockets.
He took the case off the ground and began making his way out of the old laboratory.
"You take care of yourself ok, Cass?" He informed her with a small turn of his body. "Oh." With a second thought, he reached into his pocket and took out a small card. It had his name and phone number on it. He often gave these cards to crooks and people who needed someone to scare. He sent it her way with a flick of his wrist. "My card. Call me when you want to meet again." He informed her with a small nod and a small twitch of his peach lips.