(Jonathan's Point of View)
Today I have to appear at Mr. Zsasz's hearing to give him the Insanity Plea he wanted. Falcone wants his men to not spend their time at Blackgate Penitentiary when they could still be working for us. Before I go to the courthouse, I have to check on Myca. I walk down the hallway and into her room.
"How are you today?"
"Fine. You?"
"I'm okay," I said setting down my briefcase.
"You look worried. Is it because of yesterday? Look, I'm really sorry about that, alright? I didn't mean to. It was just an act on impulse. Don't get me wrong, you're a very attractive man and any girl would be lucky to kiss you, but you're right, you're my doctor and I shouldn't have put you in a compromising position."
"Well I'm glad you feel that way and I forgive you. I have business elsewhere, so I shall check on you when I return," I said as I started walking out the door of Myca's cell.
'C'mon, Jon. What was that all about? A woman finally notices you and you sat and did nothing?'
"Shut up," I whisper to myself and gave myself a whack on the head with my hand. I walk out of the building with that voice pestering me about Myca all the way to the courthouse.
(Myca's Point of View)
I do my usual routine of staring at the ceiling fan's constant motion then sit on the window sill and watch the people below me. I wonder why I never looked out this window to see how high up this room is. The ground doesn't look so far down now. So if I went more out of my mind than I already am, I could just jump and it would be over quickly.
I wanted to go with Dr. Crane to his hearing. Not so I could try to escape, because that would be pointless, but to see him in action. Sitting at the stand with such authority, all composed. I imagine him sitting at the stand with the sun reflecting off his glasses, his dark brown hair rustled and yet tidy and out of his face, his pale blue eyes staring the people from the D.A's office down. I smile just thinking about it. I want him here so we could talk about random stuff. I just want him in general.
I started thinking of the kiss I gave Crane. I thought about what would happen or what I wanted to happen if I didn't break away and told him to scram. I imagine myself taking off his glasses and leaning in....
"Knock knock!" Dr. Quinzel was going around, serving lunch. I hate the food, but I eat it anyway.
Quinzel walked in with the tray of 'poison.'
"You seem to be in a good mood today."
"I do? I don't feel happy. I want to see Dr. Crane." I think she knew where I was getting at because she said;
"Don't get any ideas. He's your doctor, not your plaything. He would get into serious trouble."
"Nobody has to know," I said jokingly. She didn't take that statement as a joke.
"Just make sure those fantasies of your stay in your head. Dr. Crane has been under a lot of stress and he doesn't need his patient trying to jump his bones."
"I'm not going to jump his bones. I was just kidding. And I don't have fantasies about him." Quinzel reaches the door and unlocks it.
"Sure you don't," she said slamming the door and re locking it. I don't even bother touching the food. It looks worse than usual. I wonder why she became so bitchy when I mentioned Dr. Crane. Oh well, not important.
(Jonathan's Point of View)
After the trial and dealing with Miss Rachel Dawes from the D.A's office, I started walking back to Arkham to talk to Myca. These urges of her's have become bothersome. It just feels odd because I didn't approve of her behavior yesterday, but I didn't hate it. In fact, I liked it.
