Too Crazy To Love ~ A Supercorp Fanfic (PART 1)

Chapter Five: The Fourth Siren

"It was a glorious week. Kitty got her claws on two precious things. One was the Blacksmith diamond. Meow. How it sparkled."

"That's great, Cat," Crane said. "You sound more positive than you have in a while." He cleared his throat and sat back. "Now, this is a judgement free zone, but let's refrain from sharing details about our not-so-legal activities if we can."

"Oh, kitty didn't commit any crimes. The Commissioner's daughter asked me to assist with a test of the new Gotham City Museum's alarm system. Kitty was a good girl. She gave the diamond back and everything. I considered keeping it for a split second, but I didn't want to see batboy. I couldn't bear the judgement. Ugh."

"What was the other precious thing you got your claws on?" Lena asked with a grin.

Cat moved in closer and ran a hand along Lena's leg and inner thigh. She leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.

"Haven't you guessed, Ms. Luthor? You're more precious than a thousand Blacksmith diamonds. Kitty had a very good week indeed. I love that you are getting out and playing with us."

Cat purred in Lena's ear and grinned. Lena moved a hand to Cat's back and rubbed her fingers over the soft leather catsuit.

"I'm enjoying getting out and playing myself," Lena said.

Lena leaned in and whispered in Cat's ear.

"Especially with my naughty kitten. Meow."

"Oh, Ms. Luthor... how you make this kitty purr."

Crane cleared his throat nervously and crossed his legs.

"Well, I am glad to see that you are all becoming closer. The key reason I started this group was to form a bond to help us all heal," Crane said.

"Hey, that reminds me Doctor C. When are you going to join us? Like you just shared, you're one of us," Harley said.

"Yes, Crane, you must join us. We girls have some wild adventures." Ivy's vines slinked around Crane's chair and danced with excitement.

Crane pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and he adjusted nervously in his seat.

"I appreciate the invitation, ladies, but I'm not sure you would extend the invite if you knew who I really was."

Lena uncrossed her legs and sat forward in her seat.

"Well, now you have to tell us. Who is the real Dr. Jonathan Crane?"

"Maybe another time. We should spend this time focusing on healing. How about you, Lena? How was your week overall?"

Lena sat back and shook her head.

"Lots of highs and lows. I guess I should expect it. At least it's not all lows like it was before I joined the group."

Crane smiled and rubbed his knees.

"So, the group is helping?"

"Immensely. All my highs happen Tuesday through Thursday when I am with all of you. The lows come in when I return to National city. When I walk into my cold, lonely apartment and stare out at the mocking skyline that reminds me of her, my heart dies all over again. When I press my hand to the glass and see my reflection, I see a stupid, naïve woman who allowed herself a fleeting moment of fantasy. I change my clothes, sit on the couch, and battle with my demons. I sit there and quietly contemplate trying to reach out again. It takes only seconds for me to remember her cruelty. It takes no time at all for me to remind myself that she was just using me, and when she had enough, she spit me out. The darkness rolls in and I just close my eyes and hold on as tight as I can to the memories of our grand adventures Tuesday through Thursday."