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Running toward danger

Paring: Paring: Batman/Bruce Wayne x f!reader, Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane x f!reader Genre: Thriller, mystery, with elements of slow-burn romance Warnings: rating M, Explicit content!, NSFW!, strong language, graphic violence, themes of depression Summary: The last thing he wanted to do was leave her alone in his company. But Sunday's incident did not bring him any closer and Y/N was proving more and more every day to be his biggest clue and perhaps his best chance to expose him. He had to take that risk. He had to push aside his feelings for the greater good. He had to act quickly and discreetly. He had to find hard evidence that he could use against him before it was too late before Y/N becomes his next victim. But for now, he had no choice but to hope that after the failed attack Crane would be cautious that, if necessary, Y/N would activate the transmitter he had given her. That he was not making a mistake. Word count: 16.6k Note: Some gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

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"Shouldn't you be at home resting?" Bruce asked opening your office door wider and glancing inside, "can I come in?"

"Sure!" you smiled looking out from behind the computer screen, "I'm fine. I told you I don't need sick leave."

"And I'm telling you for the third day in a row that I'd rather you take a few days off," he replied, leaving the door slightly open behind him as he was in the habit of doing. He walked over to you and, while placing a mug of aromatic coffee on your desk, asked, "Why are you so stubborn?"

"A manufacturing defect," you smirked, as you reached for the hot beverage, "I appreciate your concern, but you won't make me." Even his charming smile and compelling dominance couldn't keep you at home. Locked inside your four walls you were losing your mind as intrusive thoughts returned time and again replaying images from the past few days. Fear of what you can do, guilt over what you have done, confusion, a feeling of powerlessness, enchantment, a fleeting feeling of happiness, an unstoppable desire to escape. All of them fought for control, tried to determine your next step, drove you to the brink of insanity. You could escape from them at work, working was a distraction at least until Bruce wasn't around.

"I noticed," he smiled then pulled a chair over so he could sit next to you.

Wednesday evening was slowly descending over Gotham. Heavy, rainy clouds loomed in the darkening sky, dimming the cool glow of the setting sun. The pale, cold sun had long since hidden behind the horizon, taking with it a touch of autumn warmth, shrouding the city in a familiar mystical veil. Just as the setting sun took with it the warmth of the day, the approaching evening brought with it the anticipated comfort, the comfort of his gaze that seemed to watch over you every evening. So it was that day and each that came after Sunday. Monday morning dawned with a smile on your face when a message full of concern appeared on your phone screen suggesting that you should stay home instead of going to work. You refused, which led him to your office in the evening hours. Bruce Wayne, although absent for most of the day, seemed to be always nearby, watching attentively. He maintained a slight distance, but his eyes betrayed more than he may have intended. You were learning about him, studying him while conclusions and assumptions formed on their own. Bruce was a man of action. Determined, confident, insanely intelligent, and yet cautious. You could only assume that if he decided to take one step, he didn't plan to wait long for the next one, let alone back down. His constant presence kept building confidence in you with each passing day. Always close, yet so far away from you. Always charming, always composed, a perfect gentleman. You couldn't help but admire the professionalism he displayed in the office. The door was always left ajar, physical contact was almost non-existent, while only his gaze seemed to be touching your soul, looking longingly at you as he silently built tension between you. He was driving you crazy with that deep voice of his that seemed to pierce you to the core, that gaze that seemed to look into the deepest corners of your mind, and that infuriating, barely visible smile. So you tried, you tried your best to stay calm and relaxed as he came closer to you. You tried so hard to match his level of professionalism, but his mere presence was enough to trigger thoughts you shouldn't have in the office. It was enough that he came close enough for you to smell his perfume again, to ignite still lingering memories, to recall the touch of his lips on yours, the closeness of his body against yours, the words he whispered in your ear as you twirled together in a dance. Some part of you screamed: "Fuck professionalism!!! Fuck the cameras, fuck the possibility of being noticed! Don't hesitate!!! I won't either!" But although he seemed to be getting closer every day, he didn't make another move forward, and you certainly weren't going to urge him to do so. Instead, every evening you replayed in your mind that brief moment when you felt safe when you felt that perhaps the fairy tale didn't have to come to an end after all, those magical moments of the past few days. You couldn't lie to yourself, even though you knew you shouldn't, you were falling in love. And that feeling was more frightening than any other.

Yet, the brief moments of delight and excitement did not last long. Once Bruce disappeared, reality began to take on much darker shades. Overwhelming feelings, fear, anger, doubt, moments of enchantment that disappeared as quickly as they appeared, only to plunge you back into the endless darkness of reality and your own intrusive thoughts. Monday brought distress, as once again your own decisions led you to the Gotham City police precinct to give a statement. Tuesday brought frustration and anger as you were denied the opportunity to see and talk to Harleen at Arkham Asylum. As the days went by, you became more and more anxious and fearful, walking the streets of Gotham and clasping your hand on the bat-shaped transmitter, ready to press it at the first sight of anyone who even slightly resembled the Joker. The nights brought restless dreams, lucid nightmares, evoking images that awakened in you a sense of guilt, and regret for striving so hard to remember them. At night you wished you had never remembered. Only the evenings brought that brief moment of calm and comfort. That fleeting moment when you felt good. For every evening when you glanced into his blue eyes you found something different in them, something unfamiliar, warm and inviting, surrounding you with a sense of safety within which you longed to disappear. But a quiet voice whispering words of doubt wouldn't let you. Bruce was a good man, an honest man, a man who invited you into his life, while you gave him nothing but lies and secrets which you could not reveal.

You did not talk much at all about the events of the past few days, which in itself seemed surprising. Bruce didn't ask, and you couldn't shake the feeling that he was waiting for you to bring up the subject. You didn't know how. You didn't know how you were supposed to open this pandora's box and start explaining, how you should open up to him and not lose his affection in the process. And even though his behavior reassured you that he wasn't going anywhere, you couldn't stop thinking that he would disappear as quickly as he appeared, once you told him, once he understood how broken you truly were. He would disappear and take away the warmth of his eyes, the touch of his hand, and the taste of his lips. He would take away all that and the fairy tale would be over for good.

"The wound is healing quickly," his hand brushed gently over your shoulder lifting the sleeve of your blouse, bringing with it shivers on your skin, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, we'll drive to the hospital to take out the stitches."

"I still can't believe you made me go to the hospital."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to think that a knife wound, ten stitches long, would heal on its own?"

"It would heal," you replied stubbornly.

"Y/N… don't be unreasonable."

"I hate hospitals. Even Batman couldn't make me go to the hospital."

"You hate hospitals but you still went to Arkham," he pointed out, "by yourself."

"I didn't want to bother you," you replied and he only sighed quietly, "I wanted to see her. To make sure she was doing well. Given the circumstances."

"You don't trust him?"

"Who? Batman?" he nodded in confirmation, "I don't know…" you continued, "I trust him. I think so. But I don't know him. I wonder if anyone knows him. Gotham's Mysterious Guardian, emerging from the shadows when you least expect it. It's hard to trust someone you don't know."

"You said he promised you."

"Because he did," you confirmed, "I wanted to make sure. I wanted to see her. But they won't let me in. They're holding her in Extreme Isolation! Maybe you could do something? I'm sorry for asking you this, but I'm convinced you have the connections that would get me permission to visit Harleen."

"Y/N, Arkham is a dangerous place," he began softly, "it's not a good idea for you to visit Arkham."

"I know, but I'd still like to get there. I'd like to see her," you lowered your gaze sadly, "I know she's done terrible things, and in everyone's eyes and probably yours as well, she's an insane criminal, but to me, she's just my friend. Whom I could not help…" You raised your eyes again only to meet the implacable depths of his blue eyes fixed on you. "I keep thinking that I should have noticed that there was something wrong with her earlier. That maybe if I had come to Gotham earlier, maybe if I hadn't hesitated so long to renew contact, maybe if I hadn't been so focused on myself…" he listened silently as his eyes watched with understanding, "maybe I could have done something, reacted earlier. Maybe if I had been there for her when I should have been everything would have turned out very differently."

"You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened," he mused quietly.

"And yet I can't help but wonder what if," you replied grimly, "so if there's even a small chance that you can get me a pass to Arkham, it would really mean a lot to me."

"I'm afraid even I don't have the power to make it possible for you," he replied but seeing your disappointed look he added, "but I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," you smiled gratefully and, not thinking much, kissed him on the cheek. For a moment you both froze in suspense when your lips accidentally got too close to his. You pulled away hastily as your cheeks flared with a blush.

"I'm sorry," you gasped in embarrassment.

"Don't be," he smirked and your heart skipped a beat, "I do not promise anything," he emphasized.

"I understand. But I appreciate you trying," you replied with a smile.

"It's the least I can do, after all that's happened."

"About that…" you began tentatively, "you have no idea how grateful I am for your understanding, for not pressuring me, for being so caring…"

"I sense 'but' coming…"

"But I think I'm beginning to strain your patience," you continued.

"Believe me, you're far from it," he replied softly, "although I won't lie, the questions are piling up."

"I am aware of that," you admitted, "and I know that seeing me with a gun in my hand chasing after Harley Quinn doesn't help."

"I don't think this is a good place to have that kind of conversation," he interrupted you, "I will be out of town on business since Saturday but Friday is a good day to have dinner together," he once again decided instead of proposing.

"Bruce, I'm sorry but I'm not ready to be in Twitter and Instagram feeds again," you quipped then, not believing your own words, added, "but maybe we could meet at my place? I'd cook something and we could talk in private."

"You cook?" he smirked.

"Why do you look surprised! Of course, I cook!" you replied, amused as with his smile all your stress disappeared, "what, because I'm a woman, an engineer, single, that means I probably live on Door Dash, huh?" you sassed.

"I didn't say that."

"I may not cook to the standard of a Michelin Star restaurant, but I'm sure you won't complain."

"That honestly sounds wonderful Y/N and I'd love to have dinner with you in the comfort of your home," his eyes shone intensely.

"Then it's settled! In that case, I'll come to work in the morning on Friday so I can have the afternoon off. Jonathan is being released from the hospital. I want to pick him up," you immediately regretted mentioning his name. Another lie surfaced along with the reckless words. To Bruce, Jonathan was simply your friend, when you knew full well that his intentions were quite the opposite. "What am I doing?"

"Did you get a chance to see him since Sunday?"

"No, I didn't," you admitted, trying to hide a growing feeling of discomfort. Too much had happened that evening, too many things had been said, things Bruce had no idea about. "I went to visit him on Monday after work but I was not allowed in. Jonathan didn't want any visitors."

"You know how it is, if he has the same aversion to hospitals as you do, he probably didn't want you to see him hooked up to monitors and with a bandage on his head."

"He's the head of the psychiatric ward! Somehow I can't imagine doing that job and having an aversion to hospitals," you scoffed, "anyway, I haven't seen him. We only exchanged a few messages."

"Raincheck then? If you prefer," he offered kindly but his words did not reflect in his eyes.

"Another one?" you chuckled, "if we keep this up, the list of rainchecks will be full by next year!"

"That would mean we'll have plans for next year," the corner of his lips lifted again in a shadowy smile.

"Glass half full huh?" you tried to contain your excitement at the implication of his words, "no, no, no. I'll make it work. I'll get off work early, if Mister Fox won't mind of course, I'll pick up Jonathan and drive him home, make sure he doesn't need anything, do some grocery shopping, wrap everything up and I'll have the evening free."

"I could help if you would like. Alfred could go grocery shopping instead of you," Bruce suggested.

"Thank you, but I'd rather do it myself. I don't have many friends, I can't afford to piss off another one. Eight o'clock sounds good?"

"Sounds very good."

***

The only moment when Bruce's mind was free of intrusive thoughts was the moment of the fight. That moment when thoughts completely silenced allowing his body to take over. During combat, thoughts were an obstacle, a distraction, during combat there was no need for thinking. All that mattered was action and reaction, trusting the senses, relying on instincts. Dodge, strike, undercut and one opponent fell. Strike, dodge, grab and throw and another lost consciousness. The third one got smarter, the third one started to run away. Running away blindly from the menacing shadow that attacked them without warning. Still, the attempt to run away was pointless. A swift move, a shot, and a small grappling hook flew out with a high velocity towards the fleeing man, catching his legs and knocking him to the ground.

"Okay okay, man! You won!" the man exclaimed raising his hands defensively, "what do you want!?"

He gave him no answer. Perhaps he could, perhaps he would get the information he wanted. Yet, 'perhaps' was not enough for him. He had to have certainty. He had to have him scared. He remained silent approaching him with a heavy, calm step, he didn't even pull the line. He didn't have to.

"Oh god," the man cried still on the ground, "I don't know anything! I swear!" he tried to get up but a batarang thrown exactly an inch from his hand stopped him in place, "I swear!"

Everyone swore. They all lied in fear of him. Each equally naive, each sooner or later revealed the truth. All of them only needed the right persuasion.

His shadow slowly obscured the light of the lantern as he stood over him, grabbed him by his jacket, and lifted him off the ground at eye level. The man's feet hovered in the air.

"Who hired you," he asked in a grave tone, "who do you work for?"

"I don't know! I swear I don't know anything!" the man struggled in his grip.

"Who organized the attack?"

"It was the Joker! The Joker!"

"Don't make me hurt you," he threatened grimly, "there were ten of you. Seven in the building, three on the lookout. Did the Joker pay you to tip him off or did he threaten to murder you all?"

"Man, you're reaching! We weren't there! We work for Penguin!" the man defended himself, "I wouldn't lie to you! I'm not an idiot!"

"We'll see," he muttered then launched a grappling hook at the roof and pulled himself to the top ignoring the man's terrified screams.

Grabbing him by the leg, he dragged him to the edge of the roof then extended his hand and held him head down a hundred feet above the ground.

"Talk."

"Oh god, oh god! I can't! He's going to kill me! Or worse!" the man cried out pathetically.

"Do I look like I care?"

"Please! I don't know anything!" he begged.

"There are twenty-six bones in your leg that I can break," a terrified scream broke from the man's throat, "Talk."

"'Okay! Okay! I'll talk! Just pull me back!"

"I'm waiting."

"We've been working for Joker the whole time! For Joker! Me and those two downstairs! We were meant to tip him off when the other guy would be preparing an attack! Joker wanted to humiliate him in public, he wanted to piss him off because the other one robbed him! He wanted to provoke him!"

"Who delivered the bombs?"

"I don't know! I swear I don't know!"

"My arm is getting tired."

"I don't know! Seriously! I don't know! We never met him! Communication happened over the phone! The payment came in cash! Picked up from the safety deposit box on 8th Avenue!"

"Number."

"892! 892! Come on man! Pull me in!"

"How were the bombs delivered?"

"Container at the docks! Cape Carmine!"

"It's the Falcone district. Why there?"

"I don't know! We were supposed to find a container with a scarecrow painted on it! Inside were bombs and exact instructions! That's all I know! Pull me in, man!" the man pleaded desperately, "I told you what I know!"

"I know you did," Batman stated grimly then pulled him onto the roof and with a single punch rendered him unconscious.

He lowered himself to the ground again, tied him up with the others, sent a message to Grodon about a pickup waiting for him at the Bowery, then launched his grappling hook toward the rooftops once again and rose into the air.

The transmitter had been sending a signal for several minutes, a transmitter that was directing him toward the bridge leading to Gotham North. He didn't need to think, he's been thinking far too much over the past few days anyway, he knew who he would find there. "Why did she turn it on? What did she get herself into this time?"

He had not seen her for a long time under the cover of darkness when his face was hidden behind a mask when his shape was concealed by dark shadows when he could truly be himself. He scoffed under his breath, realizing the holes in his own logic, catching on to the next taller building to soar high above them. With her by his side, he was always himself. Day by day she unknowingly revealed the carefully hidden corners of his soul the ones he thought he would never see again. All it took was for her to be close for the smile to affect his face. He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled so much. It felt good. As if the sparkle of her shining eyes and the warmth of her melodic voice were slowly melting his ice-covered heart. He had given up plans to stay away from her, it seemed impossible and he didn't want that at all. He wanted to help her, to get to the truth, to get to know her, to find answers to the questions that plagued him, and perhaps, perhaps find the courage within himself to let her into his life.

He landed softly on the roof and saw her in the same place where she was then, this time sitting on the edge with her legs swinging carelessly in the air. A coffee cup was waiting for him next to her. He approached without a word, picked up the cup wrapped in a thermic cover, and sat down next to her.

"Nice gesture," he said taking a sip of still hot coffee.

"I thought you might be busy," she replied, "I didn't want it to get cold. The nights are getting colder."

"I told you not to use the transmitter needlessly," he didn't want to be harsh and yet the suit imposed a tone.

"You give me a number I can call and I'll rethink my methods," she sassed, "I wanted to talk. If you have time of course."

"I'm here aren't I?" interest piqued.

"You are…" she sighed pensively and gazed at the city lights on the horizon, "you always appear when I need you. Why?"

"I have my reasons."

"You watch over everyone you saved like this?

"Most don't get notoriously into trouble."

"Fair enough."

"What you did was brave but extremely foolish," he alluded to the Sunday events, "my people would have handled it."

"Nightwing was occupied by Joker, Red Robin was dealing with goons, Robin disappeared from my sight and you were not there," she replied casually but it didn't escape his attention that she remembered their names, "I saw her run away. She already escaped once, because of me. I had to do something."

"As I said, brave but foolish," he repeated then added, "you shouldn't blame yourself for her escape last time. You meant well, you wanted to help her. You made the best possible decision at that moment."

"I didn't think you were so understanding," she smiled weakly at him, " still, I can't help but think that if I didn't get involved then everything would have turned out quite differently. That maybe if I had reacted earlier, arrived in Gotham earlier, none of this would have happened," she said quietly.

"There's no point in thinking about what might have happened if we had acted differently," even though she couldn't know it, he said what he wanted to tell her earlier. "Are you alright?"

"Mentally, I could be better," she replied, "physically, I'm okay. The knife wound, no big deal," she shrugged, "I'm going to get the stitches removed tomorrow."

"Since when is a knife wound no big deal?"

"Since my life turned into a continuous string of bizarre events," she replied. "How is she?"

"Safe."

"You placed her in Arkham," she frowned.

"Despite popular belief, it's the best place I could place her. The best specialists in the country work there," he explained, "it was either Arham or Black Gate. Trust me, Arkham is the better option."

"I'd like to see her."

"Out of the question," he shouldn't have given her false hope earlier.

"Why? Somehow you had no problem taking me to Arkham before!" she snapped at him.

"I had reasons for doing so," he replied sternly, "Arkham is not a place to visit."

"Batman, she's still my friend," she looked into his concealed under cowl eyes. He watched her. "I would like to talk to her."

"About?"

"I have my reasons," she snarled coldly. The coldness didn't suit her, the sternness and hard stare looked somehow out of place. And yet, he couldn't stop observing with fascination.

"You ask for help but in return, you offer not even an explanation," he countered.

"I'm not asking," she corrected him, "besides, it's not like you're particularly open. People around me seem to be like that," she scoffed, "are you even human?" he remained unmoved, "forget that I asked."

"What do you need to talk to Quinzel about?" he continued. Y/N merely sighed with resignation, gazed into the bay and began.

"During the gala, she said something I can't stop thinking about," she said with a single breath, "she said I should look at the company I choose for myself and the people I seek help from before I start judging her." She looked at him as if looking for an explanation, a clue that would help her understand. He remained silent merely watching as single drops of approaching rain glittered in her hair. He may have had his suspicions, but they were still only suspicions. Without evidence, there was nothing he could do. Without evidence, he couldn't protect her, because what if he was wrong? "Given that my so-called company isn't particularly extensive, I only have three people to choose from. You, my former therapist and Bruce Wayne," she continued, "of which I can cross you out right away. Somehow I don't think she meant you when she talked about the company. Which leaves me with a choice between Bruce Wayne and my psychiatrist."

"Bruce Wayne, huh?" curiosity took over him.

"Don't pretend you haven't seen it," she snarked, "the pictures went viral all over the internet."

"I have seen."

"But somehow Bruce doesn't fit that comment to me either," she sighed in reflection, "why him? What could she possibly have against him?"

"Wayne is a public figure and Wayne Enterprises funds the GCPD," he noted, "Wayne Tech's plans for improving the city don't align with the criminal activities of people like Joker."

"No, that's not it…" a single flash of lightning brightened her pensive face, "you should have seen her. It was as if she was pointing out my own hypocrisy when I said that the Joker is a murderer and a psychopath. Bruce doesn't fit that comment. Bruce is a good man, a truly good man. There is care, kindness, and compassion in him." A strange feeling of warmth spread inside him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had spoken of him with such affection.

"You say that as if it's a problem," he noted when sadness took over her eyes.

"I'm not a good person, Batman…" a murmur of thunder followed her words. "I'm not."

"Every time we meet you try to do something for others, to help the other. And yet you say of yourself that you are not a good person," she looked at him with hopeful eyes, "I know that the Wayne Tech plans are your initiative. How can you say that, then?"

"How do you know?"

"I make it my business to know," he replied sternly, "you didn't answer my question."

"You don't know me," she suspended her gaze on him, "I don't know if I even know myself. Fragments of what I know do not add up to an image of a good person."

"You can tell me," he watched raindrops running down her face, a phantom of impending tears. A storm was hanging in the air.

"I don't know where I would begin…"

"The night is still young," he encouraged, "we have time."

"You think that's how it works? You say two words and I'll start sharing with you?" she glared in his direction but he remained unfazed. The mask hid any glimpse of emotion. It hid his curiosity, it hid his worry.

"Is there any other reason you wanted to meet me in the middle of the night?" he asked as another flash of lightning cut through the sky.

"Maybe I just like the company of mysterious grumps," she snarled back.

"If you say so," he took a sip of coffee and gazed at the city on the horizon. Somewhere in the distance, a siren sounded. A moment later, a second followed. His intercom was silent. He was silent. He waited. He could see the anger eating her up from the inside, the emotions raging inside her as she tried to decide whether or not to open up to him. Nervously, she reached into her pocket, most likely for a hidden pack of cigarettes, but after a second thought, she resigned, took a sip of coffee, then another, then rested her elbows on her knees and leaned forward, too far toward the edge. His arm shot toward her automatically, stopping in front of her. She only smiled and meekly leaned back.

"Fine," she sighed, "my coming to Gotham was meant to be a new beginning, the start of a new and better life," she began quietly, "I was running away, but I don't know from what. I wanted to leave the past behind but I didn't know what kind of past. I only knew that I had to move forward. Something was missing. There were feelings, fear, anxiety, anger…"

He listened in silence, watching as she slowly removed her mask cautiously revealing herself.

"It was as if a part of me was missing," she continued, "as if someone had erased the last three, maybe four years of my life from my mind," she looked at him. Her eyes shone in the darkness, she wanted to trust him, she needed to trust him.

"You can trust me."

"Trust is not my strong suit."

"That makes two of us."

"Why do I keep getting the feeling that you know more than I think you do?" she mused suspiciously, "do you, Batman? Do you know more than you let on?"

"As I said, I make my business to know," he replied calmly, "but don't worry. You continue to be a mystery." She smiled in response encouraged by his words and continued.

"I am convinced that whoever messed with my head did it on purpose…" she hesitated for a moment, " you know, I didn't know about your existence. I didn't know about anything! How, living in today's world, can you not know about the existence of people like you? Everyone was surprised that someone could move to Gotham so willingly, and I couldn't understand why. Now I know. Gotham is a truly remarkable place. A city where the Killer Croc lives in the sewers, maniacal clowns, gangsters and psychopaths run the streets, and the Dark Knight rises above the rooftops," her gaze rested on him once again, "I didn't even notice when I started remembering things. I think it was when, while being with Bruce in Metropolis, I didn't react to the name Superman or Flash. Yes… I began to remember. Jonathan and his practices…" she frowned, "it helped me reach those parts of my memory that were supposed to be erased, you triggered them, and Bruce helped my head to clear."

"Clear?"

"I'm sure he didn't exactly realize what he was doing, but he encouraged me to give away the pills that Doctor Crane recommended to me," she explained, "from that moment on, everything became sort of clearer. There is something off about him…"

"Wayne?"

"No, Doctor Crane," she corrected, "his practices are unusual, to say the least."

"Meaning?"

"Doctor Crane focuses heavily on fear and how fear controls a person…" she began, "he puts a person into a sort of hypnotic state and guides them through their fears. At least that's what it was like for me." The feeling of anxiety rose in him renewed and the flashing blue light on his forearm, signaling an attempted connection, did not help. Fear, fear control, unusual practices. All he needed was proof. He needed confirmation. He needed to pay him a visit.

"I understand why you asked me if I would get rid of fear if I had the opportunity," he recalled of their previous meeting ignoring the insistent call signal.

"You helped me a lot then," her eyes glimpsed in his direction. The expression of pain and sadness on her face was breaking his heart. "I didn't go back to him for another therapy session. What I already knew was enough. You, Bruce, Jonathan, you helped me without even realizing how much."

"You speak of him with affection," he asked taking advantage of the opportunity, "as of a friend."

"Because he is my friend. Maybe even more than that," she admitted. Jealousy pierced him painfully. "He was there for me when no one else was. He stood by me when I growled stubbornly as he tried to help when I got angry when he confronted me with the truth I didn't want to hear. He answered every phone call, at every hour, when nightmares and fears paralyzed me, making it difficult to function normally," she continued calmly and with every word she spoke, anger grew in him. He should be there. "Fuck! Why am I telling you all this!"

"Doctor Crane would probably say it's because people find it easier to talk to strangers than to those they hold close," he said.

"You're probably right…" she scoffed then abruptly jumped to her feet and backed away from the edge of the roof. With a quick movement, she reached into her pocket, pulled out a packet, and lit a cigarette.

His intercom kept signaling an attempted call.

"Batman, what is a Metahuman?" she asked suddenly revealing the reason she wanted to meet him. He saw what she had done even though she didn't know that. He had suspected it before even though she was unaware of it. He verified and cleared it a few days ago, but how could he tell her? How could he reveal part of the truth to her without revealing the rest? He couldn't. He wasn't ready.

"Why?"

"From what I've read, a Metahuman is someone who has so called Meta-Gene, a change in the genetic code that when activated grants powers. Some people live their entire lives without being aware of the deviation in their DNA and others, well," she smiled as he stepped closer, "others become Caped Crusaders protecting people."

"You've done a lot of reading."

"In my dreams, my visions," she stepped away from him to avoid blowing smoke in his face, "I remember the lab…." she said quietly while her whole body suddenly seemed to stiffen in paralysis as her hand paused halfway to her lips, "I remember the white lights shining straight into my eyes, bright like in operating rooms. I remember trials, tests. I remember being cut, pierced, subjected to electric shocks…" Without a word he stepped up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "I remember the doctors. I remember what they said, I remember them saying they wanted to get something out of me…" she looked at him as tears filled her eyes, "they laughed when I begged them to stop. They mocked when I talked about running away. They said that no one would believe me, that they would lock me up in a mental institution," her voice broke, "and now I can throw people against the wall using my will…." tears ran down her cheeks.

"I believe you," his heart was breaking but he couldn't show it to her.

"Batman…" she whispered through her tears, "I think I killed someone," she broke down, "I have blood on my hands. There was a doctor there. I remember him holding his throat as blood flooded his apron. I killed him…"

She fell apart. Crying hysterically, she wrapped her arms around his waist and cuddled her face into his chest letting all the emotions flow out of her. Letting everything she had been hiding, everything she had so meticulously kept under control, tucked away at the bottom of her mind finally come out with an uncontrollable stream of tears. He embraced her and wrapped her in his cape as if that would protect her from the pain of reality.

"I'm a fucking idiot. I delude myself that I can have a normal life, a job, a house, a loving man by my side," the crying didn't stop, "I don't deserve that. I deserve prison. No matter what I do I won't give back the lives of the people I killed," he embraced her tighter trying to calm her down but he knew it wouldn't help. She trusted him. Now she needed to let her emotions out. "Everything I touch turns to shit…" she wept into his chest, "I'm a monster…"

"I've seen monsters, Y/N," he whispered softly holding her tighter, "you're not one of them. You are their victim."

An explosion shattered the silence of the night. For a moment he thought it was the sound of thunder rolling over the city, but another one made him realize his mistake. With a heavy heart, he pushed her away from him, her teary eyes asked the question. He merely stepped back a few paces and picked up the call.

"Robin to Batman!" he heard in the receiver.

"I'm here."

"Shootout between Falcone's and Joker men in Bristol. Falcone's men attacked a police convoy. Two officers down. Nightwing and Hood are on their way."

"Don't let these three escape," he ordered, gazing at the horizon, "I'm on my way."

He cursed quietly and turned back to her.

"I have to go."

"Something's happened," composed, she calmly wiped away her tears.

"Yes," he admitted. He had to go, now. There was no time for explanations. "Call a cab and get home. Don't wander around town," he ordered before hurriedly walking to the edge of the roof ready to jump, but her words stopped him.

"I want to go with you!" she called out catching up with him, "let me go with you."

"No," dread stopped him in mid-step.

"I can help!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" he raised his voice but she stood unmoved. Anger simmered under the mask. "You keep running toward danger instead of running away from it! This is not a game! You could get hurt or worse, you could die."

"I want to help," she replied stubbornly.

"You are helping," he grabbed her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes, "you are helping where people should help! You are helping with your work, your innovations, your plans to improve the city. You are putting the company you work for on a noble track. You are raising awareness in the people of Gotham. You are helping. Let that be enough."

"I could do more," fire ignited in her eyes, "you could teach me how."

"Go home, Y/N," he ordered, "I don't want to find you following me," he warned then jumped off the roof and glided into the night.

He left her alone.

*

On the other side of town, Jonathan could not sleep. As he watched the raindrops running down the dirty window, he listened to the sounds of gunfire in the distance wondering if perhaps one of his hidden bombs had exploded causing the chaos. Wondering was all he did for the past few days. Locked in the hospital, under the watchful doctor's eye, he had nothing but time to think about every mistake he made. About every poorly planned step that led him to this place. Was it a mistake to hire thugs to execute part of the plan for him? Was it a mistake not to reveal himself yet and let the eventual blame fall on someone else? Was it a mistake to rely on money instead of fear for his small organization? Was it a mistake to steal the toxins that he knew full well Joker had his eye on? Was it a mistake to target civilians instead of going after those who protected them? Perhaps he should have weakened Gotham's defenses first? Strike at the police, perhaps the governing structure, perhaps even Batman and his men themselves? Perhaps he should wait longer? Perhaps he should hire serious people to work for him and not just any goons? Was it a mistake that he decided not to wait any longer, that he decided to seize the opportunity? Was it a mistake to attack Sarah Walters and let her escape? Allowing his emotions to take control when a woman who reminded him so much of Y/N walked into his office. Allowing his own anger to take control of his mind. The chances that she would lead the police to him were slim to none if her mind did not completely crumble after exposure to a more concentrated dose of his toxin. He still remained invisible. He still had time. Finally, was Y/N herself a mistake? Was it a mistake that he didn't draw her to his side? That he failed to release the darkness trapped within her so she would stand shoulder to shoulder alongside him instead of unknowingly working against him?

Nurses came and went, doctors visited him more often than he would have liked, and no amount of assurances that he was alright and didn't need constant care helped. They didn't listen, after all, "Doctor Crane may have had a concussion, he may have experienced psychosomatic disorders, Doctor Crane eats and drinks too little, Doctor Crane should know better than to refuse to talk to a psychiatrist, after all Doctor Crane is one of us and we take care of our own." But Doctor Crane was not one of them, far from it. Doctor Crane's knowledge and genius exceeded their primitive understanding of medicine, their limited academic knowledge of human bodies and minds, their narrow-minded understanding of the scientific field in which they had come to work. He looked at them while disdain grew with each passing day. He watched their inept practices while derision and hatred built up within him like layers of renewing skin that began to cover his cut forehead. He despised them all and every single one of them. He despised their mediocrity, their limited minds, their contentment with the constraints they themselves agreed to. He smiled kindly when the nurses changed the bandages, but the touch of their hands on his skin brought him nothing but disgust. He listened with feigned attention as the doctors updated him on his current condition, but their words brought him nothing but a sense of superiority. Only the thought that he would soon show them what a brilliant mind is capable of, to what limits it can push the human psyche, kept his nerves under control. The soothing vision of their faces contorted in horror, their throats torn apart from screaming brought a smile to his face, comforted him during sleepless nights. Soon everyone would see how limited they were.

The door to his room opened again but in his reverie, he couldn't care less. Another nurse, this time with fiery red hair, entered his room presumably to check his temperature, the condition of his wound, perhaps to inform him that they were planning to remove the stitches, or perhaps to finally tell him when he could leave the hospital. He only cast her a fleeting glance when the heavy thud of her shoes interrupted his musings. Haotic movements and lack of professional greeting ignited his fading hatred as he mentally added her to his list of future test subjects. Looking up at the blackened sky outside the window, anticipating the inevitable unpleasant touch of her hand on his skin, he could not help but smile at the vision of the near future.

However, the touch did not come. With a loud clatter, the nurse only dragged the chair closer to his bed and sat down without a word. The cold realization of another mistake cleared his mind.

"Hi," Joker grinned dangerously, "you look good Doc! How you've been?"

"What do you want? How did you get here?" Jonathan asked calmly. His mind was clear and his nerves were under control. The Joker didn't scare him.

"Rude," he grimaced with feigned offense. Jonathan raised himself up on his elbows wanting to level with the clown but Joker merely pulled a gun from underneath his lab coat and pointed it straight at him. "Now now, don't be hasty," he sang melodiously only to turn serious in a split second as his voice took on an icy tone, "we need to talk."

"I see you brought arguments with you," Jonathan quipped, "you have my undivided attention."

"Perfect!" he grinned, "listen, quite a number you wanted to pull off at that gala! Seriously, my respects! The whole operation so nicely organized! All the important people in one place! Oh, it would be fun if everyone started running in horror and throwing themselves at each other's throats! It would be glorious!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon Doc! You can't fool me!" Joker waved his gun, "you can act innocent or even heroic for the cops, or maybe for my lovely runaway driver," he smiled ominously, "I know how close you two are. I wonder if she knows about your unusual activities."

"You don't know anything."

"Oh do I?" the smile didn't disappear from his face, "I know you stole my transport from the docks! I know it was you so don't try to lie. I hate liars!" he raised his voice gruffly, "I know they were used to create that wonderful gas which your people stuck all around the venue. Oh, they're dead, in case you're wondering," he quipped casually, "I know you're planning something exceptional, I just don't know if you're doing it all by yourself or if someone else is controlling the whole operation. Care to explain?"

Jonathan remained quiet, only his eyes betrayed a stilled desire to clamp his hands on the clown's throat and squeeze the life out of him.

"Doc, you don't look happy. Did I spoil your mood? Sheesh, and here I was, thinking we'd form some kind of partnership. I'd take care of my friend Bats, and you'd have a full rein to spread mayhem. Disappointing," he sniffed comically, "after all, we already share associates!"

"You're delusional," Jonathan scoffed.

"Oh, am I now?" with the agility of a predator he jumped to him and clenched his hands around his throat, "you, Doc, bring trouble. Your plans cost me my shipment! Do you know how hard it is to bribe people these days?! But you do know. Sure you know. You bought off my former men to work for you!" Joker's hands clenched tighter, "you bribed or intimidated! Like a puppy who is looking for his pack, you took what I threw away and usurped it as your own! You are creating a media fuss! You are drawing the cops' attention! They are beginning to snoop! Batman is starting to snoop! You don't want Batman snooping," the air caught in Jonathan's lungs but the Joker only squeezed tighter and, bringing his face closer to his, he growled, "she has the Bat on her shoulder. He's following her every step, watching her from the shadows. Do you think it was a coincidence that Boy Blunder and the birds appeared so quickly? There is something quite different about her that draws him in. She shoves herself everywhere, she's always where she shouldn't be, somehow always in the middle of things. And where she is she the Bat is too. And she cost me Harley!!!"

"I can take care of her," Jonathan gasped out through a clenched throat.

"You better," a low growl came from deep within the Joker, "because if you don't I'll take care of her myself. I've got my own plans and I don't need the Bat flying all over town."

"He won't."

"Stop screwing with my business or Bats will be the least of your problems," he snapped and let Jonathan go. "Well, good talk! We need to do that again soon!" he bared his teeth in a smile, "get well Doc!" he added and nonchalantly left his room leaving Jonathan alone with his anger.

***

Throughout your life you have seen many hospital corridors overcrowded with sick people, busy doctors and nurses doing what they could to provide the best possible care to patients. However, none even came close to what you found at Gotham General Hospital. Doctors left one room only to immediately head to the next, calm and composed, despite the suffering surrounding them from all sides. The nurses tried to maintain a smile on their faces and a warm tone of voice, but their eyes betrayed how many of them were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. As for the patients, they seemed to fill every available space in the hospital. Elderly people trying to fight another illness shared halls with young ones intoxicated by drugs. Young women looked disdainfully toward those who found their work on the streets, and with whom they had to share space. Accident victims and those of gang wars merged into one endless image of wounds, bruises, blood stains and cuts. Someone shouted, "I oughta butcher you! Penguin won't let it slide!", someone else dropped, "Fuck you you pathetic motherfucker! Falcone rules this city!", a mother covered her child's ears in time as the halls filled with the echo of a woman's frustration, "I may be a whore but at least the gangsters pay well and protect us from freaks!" Someone wept from one of the rooms, someone groaned in pain from another, as a doctor walked out cursing under his breath. Gotham was infected, steeped in violence to its core, and nowhere was this more apparent than in the hospitals.

If it hadn't been for Bruce walking beside you with a calm, steady step, you would have run home and removed the stitches yourself. The late night conversation with Batman left you in a somber mood and piling up guilt while the hospital environment didn't make it any easier to conceal that from him. You could only hope not to raise any suspicions. So desperately did you want to escape. Still, his towering figure filling much of the space next to you brought a strange sense of comfort. He didn't have to come here with you, truthfully you didn't even think he was willing to. And yet there he was, glancing at you time and again as if checking to see if everything was okay. He observed everything around with a stoic face and yet, you could see the pain and anger in his eyes.

"Why do you hate hospitals so much?" he asked, watching the changing expression on your face.

"Bad memories," you replied weakly then added, "I spent too much time in hospitals. I entered the hospital grounds too many times wondering if it was the last time," maybe you couldn't reveal the whole truth to him but you wanted to give him something. You might as well have reached further back in your memory. After all, the bad memories weren't just confined to the last missing years.

"They'll remove your stitches and we'll be out," as usual he didn't pressure you for which you were grateful, "a few minutes at the most."

"If it weren't for you, I probably would have pulled them out myself at home."

"Y/N! Would you really do that?"

"I would," you smiled innocently seeing his surprised look, "hospitals give me the creeps. Thank you for coming with me."

"You have nothing to thank me for," a gentle smile lifted the right corner of his lips brightening the dreadful reality surrounding you. You wished so much for that light and warmth he brought with him to stay in your life longer, but deep down you knew that he would disappear from your life as soon as he knew the truth. Pillar of the city, philanthropist, benefactor, for some a reflection of what Gotham could be, for others the only living memory of better times, for many a billionaire businessman, for few a father. You glanced at him stealthily once again painfully realizing that there was no room for damaged goods in his life, no matter how much you wished it would be different.

"When we get back to Wayne Tower I'm getting to work immediately. I'm in contact with several suppliers who will hopefully provide us with the materials we need to make the sensors. After I verify the specifications, I plan to provide a list of potential suppliers to Mister Fox and ask him to order the small quantity needed to make the test components."

"You're starting with sensors?"

"Linking with telecom, internet, satellite and whatnot won't be a problem. Only whether I can design and make sensors that will detect exactly what we need to detect could be. It's the base of the whole project so yes, I'm starting with the most difficult part."

"This is not the most difficult part," he countered, "I have no doubt that we will be able to achieve the design goals. The biggest problem will be the implementation of the system and convincing the city authorities of its relevance."

"Look around!" you stopped in mid-step allowing the nurse steering the medical bed to pass, "it may be naive thinking on my part, but at least some of those victims could be at home instead of in the hospital thanks to this improvement."

"You're right," he admitted in a lowered voice, taking a step closer to you and forcing you to raise your head to look him in the eyes, "I only wish more people in Gotham shared your thinking, especially those in power."

"Did my ignorance and lack of knowledge once again derail my thinking?"

Bruce did not answer immediately. Only gently placed his hands on your shoulders and turned you in the direction from which you came. Your shoulder rested against his chest as he leaned closer to you and began to explain.

"Now you take a look around Y/N," a husky voice sounded right next to your ear as Bruce discreetly began pointing out different parts of the vast infirmary, "to the left next to the entrance in black and white sweats are Penguin's men," you trailed your eyes along his words, "the one in the suit is probably their leader. The Penguin, as the people call him, is really named Oswald Cobblepot and is the last living member of one of the oldest families in Gotham. Penguin built his empire on weapons smuggling. But not just any weapons. Firearms, biological weapons, chemical weapons, whatever was in demand. Once he established himself in the city, he changed his role from a supplier more into a broker. His club Iceberg Lunge continuously hosts Gotham's criminal underworld as well as politicians and businessmen. You see, this is how Penguin views himself, not as a criminal but as a legitimate businessman. Anything that can be bought, sold, sourced, and liquidated with additional profit serves as an object of interest for him. Items, information, people, it doesn't matter. His record includes many assassinations, extortion, blackmail, bribery, and he does not hesitate from getting involved in politics. Just like Carmine Falcone, whose people you can spot at the entrance to the main block corridor, you swept your eyes down the hall toward a group of people dressed in sleek suits. Bruce continued, "Carmine 'The Roman', Falcone is one of the most feared and ruthless gangsters in Gotham and he does not disguise himself as a businessman at all although it's hard to deny his talent for business. Falcone doesn't act alone, he has a whole empire behind his back managed by many members of his family, as befits a true mafia. Brilliant and brutally efficient, he has on his payroll not only countless enterprisers who buy their protection from him but especially police officers and politicians. His organization mainly supplies Gotham with weapons and drugs, but he derives most of his power from his extensive connections, employed blackmail, bribery, intimidation, assassination, and kidnapping. Nothing in Gotham happens without his knowledge. No one gets to power without his approval."

"I assume that those on the opposite side closer to the ER entrance are the rival gang?" you asked quietly looking at the group of people in black suits.

"Maroni's men, always competing with Falcone for positions and territory," Bruce explained, "Sal's chain of Italian restaurants is just a front for his criminal organization. Simply put, where Roman's hand does not reach, Maroni's does. They hate each other but one thing unites them. They both hate Penguin more."

"Why?"

"You see, Falcone and Maroni are classic gangsters, people in power which they acquired in the most brutal way possible. Penguin, on the other hand, represents a new species of criminals in Gotham. Penguin doesn't shy away from working with those whom both Falcone and Maroni treat as freaks. You would never see one of them selling weapons to Joker. Penguin has no problem with that."

"How do you know all this?" you asked turning to him and gazing into his eyes again.

"I'm Bruce Wayne," he replied as if that explained everything, "you don't get to be me and not cross paths with one of them. Or as in my case with all of them. I have power, money, influence and I do what I can for the benefit of Gotham. The name Wayne means a lot in this city and public opinion takes into account my perspective. It's fair to say that they resent the fact that they don't have me under their control."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Gotham is my city, my home. I won't let fear of people like Falcone or Maroni stop me from doing what I do."

"But you are knowingly exposing yourself to a potential attack from their side."

"Believe me, it's not as scary as it seems," he replied with a nonchalant smile, "as you can see we went through the hospital and no one rushed at me with a knife."

"Bruce…"

"I didn't mean to scare you, Y/N. I only intended to make you aware that it's not the city government we'll have to worry about but them," the seriousness returned, "but enough of that. Come on, let's do what we came here to do." His hand moved to your waist steering you toward the surgical ward.

"Wait a second," you placed your hand on his chest, "since we're already here I'll ask if Jonathan is leaving tomorrow as planned," you informed him and without waiting for his answer you moved towards the nurse at the reception desk.

The reception desk was only a few steps away and it didn't even take you a minute to cross the hall. Yet a minute was enough for you to observe the unpleasant stares from the gangsters who shot in your direction time and again, to hear quiet whistling and disgusting comments.

"Look, look, Wayne's new doll. Nice ass. Why don't you introduce yourself?" came to your ears.

"Come on Frankie, the Prince of Gotham is right there."

"So what! What's he's gonna do? Fucking nothing! But I know what I'd do to her if I got my hands on that ass. She'd be squealing."

"It's not what he's gonna do. But what the Boss will do if he finds out."

The shivers ran down your spine only for moments quickly replaced by a new, yet familiar feeling. He watched you. His gaze, like a cool soothing touch rested on your back and did not leave you waiting for you to return to him. There was something reassuring about it, and yet strangely unsettling at the same time.

"Excuse me," you turned to the nurse drowning in patient files.

"Wait your turn."

"No, it's not that, I just wanted to ask about the patient who is staying here," you continued but the nurse didn't even raise her eyes from over the documents.

"When was he admitted?"

"Four days ago," you replied.

"Ask in the ward. This is an emergency room."

"I don't know which ward he's in. I would be very grateful for your help," you tried again feeling an increasing chill on your back, "Doctor Jonathan Crane? If you could at least point me in the right direction."

"Are you family?" she asked moving her eyes from over the documents to the computer screen still ignoring you.

"No, a friend."

"We only give information to the patient's family."

"Please, I'm sure he wouldn't mind," you insisted while the chill on your back continued to rise. The gangsters' conversations quieted down.

"We do not give information to non-family members."

"We're not asking for his health status but what ward he's in," Bruce corrected the nurse appearing silently beside you, "I'm sure you can give us such information."

"What don't you people understand, this is an emergency room not a ward!" the woman finally raised her annoyed eyes that instantly softened, "Bruce Wayne…" she whispered stunned, "I mean, Mister Wayne, yes, of course."

"That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Absolutely not! I'm already checking," she replied with a smile while tapping Jonathan's name on the keyboard, "yes…. Doctor Jonathan Crane, admitted to trauma, transferred to general after a day, head injury, possible concussion…" she read from the computer, "discharged today at his own request."

"Discharged?" you asked surprised.

"Yes. But he hasn't picked up his papers yet so I assume he's either still in his room or in the treatment area for a bandage change."

"Thank you so much for your help," Bruce's charming tone brought a smile back to the nurse's face, "we were just going there."

*

All Jonathan wanted was to get as far away from all the overprotective doctors as he could. Settle into the peaceful silence of his lab and continue his work. All he had to do was get his bandage changed one last time and pick up his discharge card.

The Joker's visit brutally made him realize that he was not as invisible as he would have liked. The fact that the cops were looking for him was known to him, but he was sure he could deceive them indefinitely. But if the Joker was able to get to him, Batman was certainly closer than he thought. After an unexpected encounter in Arkham, he was convinced that Batman was there because of Harleen Quinzel. After all, that seemed to be the most logical explanation. Just one of the many errors in thinking he made. Y/N and her lies, her half-truths, her untold facts caused him to overlook another explanation. He failed to see the obvious connection. Sure, she told him about the events at Iceberg Launge, she told him about how he rescued her from the sinking car, but how many things did she leave out? How many things did she leave unsaid during their sessions? She claimed to trust him and yet she was never completely honest with him. The trip out of town turned out to be a party in the company of none other than Bruce goddamn Wayne of all people, he could only assume that her previous date was also with him. A lying imposter, she chose her words so carefully to give him exactly what he wanted while not revealing the whole truth. "Fool!" he gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry Doctor, but I'm trying to be as gentle as I can," the nurse uttered seeing his sudden reaction, "unfortunately the wound may still hurt for a few days," she added applying a fresh bandage to his temple.

"It's fine," he muttered in response.

If she had concealed so much he could only guess how many other things she had kept from him. Did he have reason to believe that she had seen him more than the two times she had told him about? Perhaps because of Quinzel she kept in touch with him? Perhaps she even told him about his unusual practices? Perhaps she didn't have to. Perhaps he already knew. Did he have reason to believe that Batman knew how unusual she was and that's why he decided to observe her? One thing was certain, whether she wanted it or not, she had led Batman to him. He had to act fast. He had to decide his next move quickly and deal with the problem she posed. All he had to decide was how. He had roughly 24 hours to plan what he would do with her. A day to decide before Y/N would show up again and start lying and cheating under the guise of being honest and open. A day before Y/N…

The door to the treatment area opened and in it stood Y/N. Behind her back towered none other than Bruce Wayne. She looked around the room as Wayne grabbed the doctor's arm, stopping him in his steps. Two sentences were enough for the doctor to point them in his direction. She smiled brightly at the sight of him, and with her smile the 24 hours he had to make plans disappeared.

"Jonathan!" without a moment's hesitation she ran up to him and, completely ignoring the nurse finishing her work, threw herself around his neck and hugged him tightly. Although rage boiled within him, he welcomed her embrace eagerly.

"Game on, Wayne," he thought as he watched his icy stare while he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tighter.

"It's so good to see you. I was worried," she beamed and before she pulled away from him her lips pressed a light kiss against his cheek, "you look great! They took good care of you here!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked her simultaneously acknowledging Bruce's presence with a brief nod.

"Bruce brought me in for stitches removal," she replied lifting the sleeve of her blouse and showing a long wound, "supposedly scars make the man. I'll have another one for the collection," she sassed.

"Very kind of you, Mister Wayne," Crane turned toward Bruce with feigned courtesy.

"You were supposed to stay in the hospital until tomorrow," Y/N continued, "I was planning to pick you up."

"I'm definitely fed up with the hospital," he replied, "so fed up that I think I'll take an overdue vacation."

"What were you thinking! What you did was incredibly dangerous!" anger ignited her eyes.

"No more dangerous than your actions," he pointed to the wound on his arm, "maybe we shouldn't talk about it now."

"Right," she agreed, "since you are leaving the hospital today…damn. This is not how I planned all this. "

"Things don't always go according to plan. But don't worry, I'll call a cab."

"Nonsense," Bruce inserted himself into the conversation, "we'll give you a ride."

"There is no need for that," Crane refused but Y/N completely ignored it.

"Seriously, it won't be any problem?" she asked, walking up closer to him. Too close for Jonathans' liking.

"Absolutely none," he replied without a second thought.

"You're the best," she smiled brightly, "I'd stay for coffee, maybe do some shopping for Jonathan. I know a moment ago I was talking about work but…"

"Relax," Wayne interrupted her, "do what you have to do and come to work later. I don't see any problem."

"But Mister Fox…"

"Flexible working hours, remember?" he noted, "don't worry about Lucius. I'll take care of it."

"Bruce, I don't know," she hesitated.

"But I do," he interrupted her again, "let's get your stitches out and get out of here," he decided, " Doctor Crane if you're done why don't you wait outside with me? Let's give Y/N a little privacy."

The nurse nodded, gave final instructions advising Jonathan that for the next few days he should take things easy, avoid long baths and soaking the wound, keep it clean, and report for a check up if necessary. She also instructed him to pick up a discharge card before leaving, then bid them both good day, focusing her attention on Y/N.

"We'll wait outside," Bruce threw in her direction before closing the door behind him.

They were left alone. Although the hospital life in the hallway was bustling with machine sounds, conversations, raised directions, clattering equipment, and whining patients a complete silence settled between them. Standing on one side of the door, Jonathan occasionally glanced silently toward Bruce, who without a word pulled out his phone and immersed himself, as Jonathan could only assume, in his work. "Bruce fucking Wayne," he cursed in his mind, "on top of everything I have to deal with him. As if it wasn't enough that Y/N drew to me Joker and Batman she had to catch his attention. Fucking magnet for trouble."

"Mister Wayne," he began, glaring at him from above his glasses, "thank you again for offering to drive me home but I assure you it won't be necessary. I'm sure someone of your status has much more important things to do."

"As I said, it's no problem," Bruce replied without taking his eyes off the phone screen, "Y/N was very worried about you, I can see how important this is to her. It's the least I can do."

"Speaking of Y/N," Jonathan lowered his tone and stood closer to him, "let me be direct and ask, what do you want from her?"

"I beg your pardon?" Bruce glared at him sternly.

"A simple question Mister Wayne."

"I believe it is none of your business Doctor Crane."

"It happens to be my business," Crane countered, "you see, Y/N is in a very fragile state right now. When I met her she already had a ton of problems and buried trauma to work through and, let's be honest, Gotham hasn't been kind to her. I'm sure you know that. She looks like she's fine but the experience makes me wonder how much she can take before she snaps," his gaze traveled through the glass of the door in her direction then returned to him.

"Your point?" Wayne's face expressed no emotion.

"She was making fantastic progress and then you showed up and she stopped. She is living in denial and you are the distraction that gave her an escape route," Crane continued, "please understand me, I only have her best interests at heart."

"She is lucky to have a friend like you," Wayne remained unmoved.

"Leave her alone," Crane's words sounded closer to a warning, "for her sake. Let's not fool ourselves sooner or later this will end in tragedy. At the risk of offending you, Mister Wayne, everyone knows your reputation. How long will it be before you get tired of her and move on to the next flavor of the season? Weeks? Months perhaps? Y/N doesn't look at you through the same lenses as others, and I assume you must find it extremely refreshing. But sooner or later you will disappear and leave destruction behind," Jonathan's cold gaze confronted Bruce's stern one, "all I want is to protect her from the inevitable. Y/N is strong but I can't let her take another hit. I'm not sure I'll be able to help her put herself back together."

"I'm sure Y/N would appreciate your concern," Bruce spoke gravely, "and I will agree with you on one thing, she cannot take another hit. But rest assured you won't be helping her put herself back together."

"I'm glad we understand each other."

The door to the treatment center opened brightening their surroundings again.

"Stitches are out, another sexy scar for the collection!" Y/N sassed with a broad smile, "I don't know about you but I'm so ready to leave the hospital! I could use some coffee though!"

*

On the way out of the hospital, Y/N didn't hide her joy at seeing Crane back on his feet. Yesterday's sadness and despair had disappeared replaced by her usual cheerfulness and Bruce couldn't help but wonder how much of it was an act. The intrusive thought prompted him to imagine how easily she would have found her place in his world returned but he quickly pushed it away focusing his attention on observation. She kept asking him about his health, about what the doctors said, about what recommendations he had, and he politely answered. But the politeness of his voice had nothing to do with the expression on his face that Bruce monitored in the rearview mirror. Restrained and cold, time and again laced with a calculated smile as he glanced in her direction. Bruce had seen this expression countless times and understood very well what it meant, Crane was hiding a completely different emotion. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her alone in his company. But Sunday's incident did not bring him any closer and Y/N was proving more and more every day to be his biggest clue and perhaps his best chance to expose him. He had to take that risk. He had to push aside his feelings for the greater good. The unease he felt suspecting him of being involved with the attacks on the people of Gotham, of messing with Y/N's mind, was becoming increasingly more justified and after the night's conversation, it almost became a fact. An uneasiness that was now further intensified by his growing jealousy. But what worried him, even more, was that Y/N seemed to completely ignore the obvious signs. She was so eager to jump right back into the middle of danger as if her instincts were working in reverse. Driven by concern for others, she completely disregarded her own safety, which she only proved to him yet again last night. He had to act quickly and discreetly. He had to find hard evidence that he could use against him before it was too late before Y/N becomes his next victim. But for now, he had no choice but to hope that after the failed attack Crane would be cautious that, if necessary, Y/N would activate the transmitter he had given her. That he was not making a mistake.

He stopped the car outside the small building that Crane had pointed out to him and carefully scanned his surroundings. "A few CCTV cameras, no problem," he quickly counted six that could record images located nearby, "but neighbors' prying eyes could be," he scanned the surrounding buildings, combining the number of parked cars with the number of tilted windows, "I'll have to come at night, make sure Crane isn't home, disrupt the cameras, turn off the street lights, and get in through the balcony window, preferably from the roof," he planned quickly as he got out of the car and walked around it to open her door and help her out.

"Thank you again," she smiled, standing in front of him with her hand still holding his. He didn't let go.

"Let me know when you're ready. I'll send a driver to pick you up," he ordered.

"Come on. I can call an Uber."

"All right. In that case, the driver will wait for you as long as it takes," he replied gently but leaving no room for argument.

"You don't take no for an answer, don't you Mister Wayne," she smirked.

"I do not," he smirked back, "don't be long."

"I won't," she replied, slipping her hand out of his hand. He didn't let her. Instead, he put his arm around her waist, pulled her closer and kissed her. She didn't resist. The brief surprise subsided when her lips softly welcomed his as her free hand rested on his chest. Her lips craved it as much as his, and although they both maintained decent control, he prolonged the kiss.

"I'll see you later…" he said when their lips finally parted then kissed her again briefly, nodded shortly to Crane, got into the car and drove away.

*

One glance in Jonathan's direction was enough to cool your burning feelings. His face set in stone and devoided of emotion, a cold and disappointed look, without a word he headed towards the entrance of the building while you followed. The rest of the day did not look pleasant, but you could not simply ignore him. For the past months he had been there for you every time you needed him, so now it was time for you to be there for him. Even if everything was much more complicated now. You were ready to endure his reluctance and aloofness, maybe even anger, if it meant that you would be able to take care of him the way he took care of you. After all, he was the one who stepped forward to defend the people, standing up to your friend and the Joker. After all, it was your friend who got him into the hospital.

As you walked in silence up the stairs leading to his apartment on the third floor, you couldn't help but reflect on your Sunday conversation, on the words he said that made everything feel different. He cared about you more than you thought and in the meantime you let Bruce sweep you off your feet and take you to Wonderland. Simultaneously, with that in your mind, you allowed Bruce to think that Jonathan was just a friend to you, you took advantage of his understanding and lack of knowledge when you could have simply been honest with him. Perhaps Jonathan was right, perhaps lies and half-truths indeed came too easily to you? Life around you seemed to take on a frenetic pace, events unfolded one after another and you tried your best to keep everything under control. Failing miserably.

"So, you and Wayne are like a thing right now?" Jonathan asked bluntly as soon as the apartment door closed behind you.

"Wow, that was quick," you snarked with a frown.

"What else did you expect? That we would waltz around the subject?"

"No pun intended, huh?" you scoffed angrily, "I don't know, maybe the usual hey coffee on the second shelf in the cabinet above the countertop."

"Coffee on the second shelf in the cabinet above the countertop," he snarled, "I need a shower and a change of clothes. I stink of the hospital," he added then disappeared behind the closed door of his bedroom.

"Fantastic start, great job," you sighed throwing the jacket and bag on the armchair to head toward the kitchen, "but he's right. What did I expect?" You turned on the coffee maker, then the air conditioner to pull out the stuffy air then opened the window to let out the weird smell spreading through the apartment. You regretted not taking your cigarettes with you. You could use one right now. Instead, caffeine had to be enough. The black one which you hated. But the milk had managed to spoil in the four days of his absence. You couldn't find any cream either. Neither could you find bread, nor any essentials. The refrigerator was glowing empty.

"When was the last time you cleaned the air conditioner!" you threw loudly in the direction of the bedroom, "and did any shopping? Your refrigerator is empty like no one has been here for weeks!"

"I've been eating out or at work a lot lately, and the AC is broken," he replied, as he walked out of the bedroom. Dressed in a suit, a clean white shirt and a silver tie tied tightly around his neck, he looked like he was heading straight to work. Only the wet hair pulled back from his face implied otherwise.

"The doctor told you to take things slowly," you scolded, "I'm going to run down to the grocery store, and cook something for today and tomorrow. Stay at home."

"I have work to do," he grunted under his breath while pouring himself a cup of coffee, "I'm not going to sit at home and do nothing."

"You said you'd take an overdue vacation."

"I have other work to do."

"What other work?"

"Other work," he repeated with emphasis, "outside the hospital. Stop with the questions. You know I don't just work at the hospital. My patients have been unattended for the last four days. I have to check on them."

"Jonathan I'm sure your patients will understand that you need a few days off," he avoided your gaze, "work is the last thing you should be thinking about right now."

"Look who's talking," he mocked, "how quickly did you get back to work?"

"On Monday," you admitted, "but it's not the same. I only got a cut. You got a baseball bat to the head."

"Why did you run after her!" he asked suddenly and his gaze finally focused on you, "why do you keep running toward danger? You're only drawing attention to yourself," anger blazed in his eyes.

"You know very well why," you replied calmly, "I had to do something."

"No, you didn't have to!" usually subdued this time he raised his voice, "you didn't have to Y/N! Normal people see danger and run away in the opposite direction! You run towards it!"

"Maybe I have things to make up for," you argued quietly.

"What things? What aren't you telling me again!"

"I didn't come here to talk about myself," you muttered, "I'm no longer one of your patients you have to check on."

"You're right, you're not," sounded menacingly. Jonathan stepped closer trapping you between the kitchen counter and his own body. "You're not my patient. You won't be my patient ever again. But you are a woman I care about, whose well being I care about. The fact that Wayne came into your life doesn't do any good."

"We're not going to talk about Bruce," you snapped.

"He's playing with you."

"You don't know him, you have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Fuck! Y/N you sound like Qunizel," he laughed, "and you supposedly know him? He's a womanizer! Playboy. Everyone knows about it! He changes women like his suits! He constantly shows up with another one! I thought you were smarter than that."

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

"You're not special," he smirked spitefully, "you're just another one."

"It was a mistake for me to come here," you growled slamming your coffee mug on the countertop, "I thought we could continue being…"

"Don't say friends," he interrupted you, "no, we won't be friends. Friends don't lie to each other."

"I am more honest with you than with anyone else!" you lied without thinking, "I thought you of all people understand that it is not easy to talk about certain things!"

"You lie, you lie constantly," he placed his hands on the countertop on both your sides, "you hide from me, you conceal the truths. And even though I confronted you with this barely a few days ago, you are doing it again."

"Get away from me…" you whispered, trying to find a little distance. You had never seen him so angry.

"He is bad for you Y/N," Jonathan continued lowering tone of voice, "he brings to you danger you can't see. Don't you have enough excitement? Do you really need an aristocrat who will entertain himself with you and leave you more broken than you already are?"

"Space, please…" you looked at him fiercely but he only pushed back the hair falling on your cheek before trailing his hand along your neck.

"But you like it. You like danger," resounded from within him ominously, "after all, no one forced you to go to the Penguin Club, to risk your life back then on the bridge, to confront Harleen, to seek help from Batman instead of me."

"Jonathan stop…" you warned while the familiar feeling inside you reawakened. Energy seemed to pulsate through your veins, filling your body, infusing the muscles, forcing you to act.

"How did you feel when the Joker put the blade to your face?" he asked as he pressed his hand to your throat, "were you afraid?"

"I was not afraid."

"Lies," the green eyes brightened intensely, "lies, lies, lies. Did I ever tell you how much I hate liars?" he clenched his hand tighter on your neck.

"I'm not lying," you replied stubbornly.

"Were you afraid when the black waters of the bay filled the car?" he ran his free hand up your thigh, "when life began to flee from you?"

"I wasn't afraid," you replied unmoved but inside the energy was burning. The same energy that pushed you to act, the same energy that made reality seem to yield ignited your senses. It was furious.

"Were you afraid back then, when in visions you lost control over your own body? Over your own will?" he moved his hand over your hip while tightening the other more firmly around your neck, "powerless, hopeless."

"Take your hands off me…" you warned.

"I'm not going to hurt you," a deep smokey voice assured, "I'm just trying to help you."

"Stop it…" your senses ignited dangerously as his hand moved higher up your waist.

"You're afraid," his eyes demanded submission, "you're afraid. I can see it…" he slid his hand under your blouse, "I can feel it…" he smiled with satisfaction, "but you like it."

"I said stop!!!" you shouted extending both hands in front of you and pushing him away. Energy flew out of you sending Jonathan several steps backward. A fright took over you when you saw his shocked face, "I'm sorry…" you whispered but he only smiled.

"How did you do that?" he was fascinated.

"I don't know."

"Do it again," he demanded moving toward you. His eyes blazed.

"I don't know how."

"Do it!"

"I can't! I don't know how!"

"But I know…" he growled menacingly jumping at you again, "I told you that fear controls you. I told you what power it has over you," he closed the space between you again, "admit it. You are afraid."

"I am," you replied, looking into his burning lustful eyes, "but not of you."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Loss of control," you replied, "I'm afraid of this strength that's inside me," you looked at your hands, "I'm afraid of my thoughts. Of the fact that I might hurt someone. I'm afraid they'll lock me up. The feeling of powerlessness."

"Let it go," he grabbed your hands firmly, "give me your fear. Let it go. Feel the strength," he tightened his hands around your wrists, "I can make you stronger than you have ever been. Free from the fear that limits you," he murmured softly, "I have opened your mind, I will take away your fear and fill you with power you have never known. I will show you the world as I see it. I will open to you possibilities you didn't know you had," his hands gripped tighter on your wrists, "we could do so much together."

"Stop…" you whispered slipping your hands out of his, "I can't control something I don't know. I could hurt someone. Like then…"

"You'd rather others hurt you!" he shouted grasping your arms. You squirmed in pain. "You'd rather they were the ones inflicting wounds on you!" he gripped your arms tighter.

"You're hurting me!" you groaned as his fingers painfully dug into the wound.

"You'd rather be a victim!"

"No!"

"How did you feel when you took control! How did you feel when you inflicted pain on those who hurt you!" blood ran down your arm, "how did you feel when you lost control for a moment!"

"Alive…" you whispered quietly, "I felt alive."

"You are chasing danger," he growled, "danger excites you," he pulled you close, "it fills you with this burning exhilaration."

"It does."

"They've used you, they've abused you," danger ignited in his eyes again, "you continue to let them. Those who held you, your friend, Batman," his hands took hold of your neck again, "they tightened the noose of fear around you and you let them," he clenched tighter, "they suffocate you. And you let them. How much can you take before you snap?"

"What makes you think I haven't already," you whispered pulling toward him ignoring the pain pushing against your throat, "I remember the terror I felt in the past. Fear, helplessness, pain, weakness. You helped me remember," you released one of his hands from your neck placed it again on your waist. He squeezed painfully. "I remember the harm that was done to me, the will that was taken from me," you released his other hand. His eyes widened with fascination. "I remember how they cut me, stabbed me, tested me," you ran his hand down your arms, tracing each vein directing it upward, over your breasts where electrodes used to be pinned, down over your stomach to direct it down to your back toward the spine where needles used to be inserted. "I remember their laughter, I remember the mocking, I remember the voices and faces of the people who did this to me," the hand on your waist clenched tightly as the other pulled you closer, "I didn't tell you. I remember more than I would like to remember."

"What do you want?" he asked as his hand traveled further down to slip under your skirt.

"Justice," you replied as your body trembled.

"What do you really want?" he tightened his hand painfully on your hip.

"Vengeance," you smiled, "I want to make them afraid as much as I was afraid," the green of his eyes grew sinister. You grabbed his jacket and yanked him closer, "I want you to show me your world. As you see it. I want to lose control."

His hand clenched harder but your scream stifled his violent kiss. He drew you close while his lips began to greedily drink the hatred from yours. You threw your arms around his neck and drew him stronger to you. The pain on your hip disappeared when his fingers entwined in your hair and yanked strongly back.

"If you lie to me," he began ominously.

"Awh, come on Doc! Are you scared?" you purred, unleashing lust in him. You grabbed his neck and drew him back to you. His strong arm wrapped around you as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. You moaned as his hand went under your blouse, closing on your breast. He pushed against you with all his strength, kissing your neck, your collarbones, caressing your nipple with his fingers. Taking advantage of the countertop, you gently bounced up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He hardened against you as with one hand holding you in the air he pulled off your blouse with the other. You entwined your fingers in his still damp hair as his greedy lips closed on your breast. Blood pulsed in your temples as he sat you down on the countertop and slid his freed hand between your legs. You tugged at his hair forcing him to look at you. The green in his burned venomously. You drowned again in his lips. In his passionate, lustful lips. You drowned in freedom, in bliss, in anger, in hatred as his fingers began to wander at your entrance. Kissing incessantly, you loosened his tie, ripped his shirt open while buttons scattered over the floor. His fingers entered you as you dug your nails into the exposed skin of his arms. You moaned in pleasure as you slid your hand into his pants.

"Show me," you whispered in his ear sensing him hard under your fingers, "show me what it's like to be powerful," you tightened your grip on him, "take away my fears," he pulsed in your hand, "make me free." He pulled his fingers out of you, grabbed your hips and lifted you allowing your legs to wrap around his waist again. Devouring lips crashed against yours again.

"I'll do a lot more than that," he breathed against your lips.

"Do whatever the fuck you want," you murmured in delight as he continued to hold you in the air while heading for the bedroom. With a kick, he opened the door as his passionate kisses caressed your neck. He threw you on the bed and ripped off your skirt. Naked, uncovered, you watched as he slipped his pants off revealing himself in all his glory. Your hand went between your legs invitingly. You moaned as he watched you tease. You didn't stop when he climbed onto the bed positioning himself on top of you. When his hands and lips began to cup your breasts again. He gripped your hips painfully as he pulsed at your entrance. He ran his fingers along your thighs only to slide down lower a moment later to kiss the inner of your thighs, to tease your lips with his tongue. You moaned arching under his touch. Giving him temporary power over your body.

"I knew you were hiding from me," he whispered as his eyes shone in front of yours again, "why these games. Why the lies?" he asked kissing you passionately, teasing you with his aroused hardness, "what was the game of appearances for?" he asked sliding over your wet entrance.

"I needed to understand," you replied arching toward him, "I needed to remember," you wrapped your leg around him encouragingly, "maybe I was afraid."

"I'll show you fear," he growled entering you violently, "I'll show you the fear no one knows," you moaned and he thrust in again, "I'll show you what power fear has," you spread your legs and he pushed in deeper, "I'll show you how to control it," a cry of delight broke out as he penetrated deep. Harder, with rhythmic movements, he moved inside you pressing you with all his weight against the mattress. Slowly and steadily at first, only to increase the pace as your body began to beg for more. He sped up and slowed down while his breath cooled your burning skin. He teased you with his fingers pressing his lips to your breasts as you moaned from pleasure with each violent thrust. Your body trembled as he knelt down, grabbed your hips and began to push rhythmically, deeper and more intense. A loud ecstasy filled the room as he pressed his hands against your breasts. Your body arched when his lust took over you as he drove his fingers into your hips pushing into you with all his strength filling you with an electrifying feeling of freedom. You were close to the end but he was just beginning. With a swift movement, he turned you on your stomach, trapped your legs tightly between his own and thrust into you violently, pressing his whole body against yours.

"Is this what you wanted?" he again clamped his hand on your throat tilting you back pumping intensely, "pain and pleasure," he rammed into you harder, "are you afraid?"

"No," you groaned.

"You should be," he purred sliding out of you only to lift you up, sit on the bed and let your legs wrap around him tightly as you slid down onto him. His lips once again found their way to yours. Found a path down your neck to your breasts. His hands tightened around you again as pleasure filled you completely. An explosion of sensations as you took control sliding out and onto him. The thrill of desire as you sank your nails into him, rising and falling rhythmically, making him penetrate you deeper with each movement. Your bodies pulsed in unison as he pressed you tightly against him with one hand while the other wandered into the drawers of the nightstand. He took control and quickened his pace, you felt blood under your fingernails. He tugged your hair and lustfully began to pleasure your breasts. Exhilaration pulsed in every bit of your body as his fingers found their way to your rear entrance sliding inside. Your body trembled in his hands as his tongue circled around your nipples while he ravaged your insides. You muffled cries in his neck as he invaded your rear with his fingers thrusting from both sides. Another orgasm shook your body but Jonathan only laughed deeply. He slid his fingers out of you, paused for a moment inside you, yanked painfully on your hair tilting your head back, and before you had time to react he sprayed gas right in your face.

Fear gripped you completely. Terror took over all other emotions when Jonathan's face twisted into a wraithlike smile. The lights suddenly seemed brighter, the sounds seemed louder, the blood in your temples seemed to pulse harder than anything else. Panic overwhelmed you completely as you drove your nails into his chest. His eyes blazed venomously as acid rushed from his mouth. His fingers suddenly seemed rough, scratching your skin painfully. His lips savaged yours until blood flowed as he laid you back on the bed with a terrifying smile, grabbing your arms above your head with one hand while pressing the other against your mouth.

"Don't scream," he ordered sliding slowly out of you, "I know you're scared but you can't scream," with his legs he spread yours wider, "you won't scream will you?" he didn't wait for an answer. He rammed into you violently while his hand muffled your cries. Again and again, with a rhythmic throbbing movement, he ripped your insides apart, thrusting harder and deeper each time. "You're so beautiful when you're afraid," he whispered, pulsing inside you, "when terror makes you want to scream but you can't," he pounded harder, "when all your nightmares come crashing down on you and there's nothing you can do!" he exclaimed, ramming into you.

The world suddenly flooded with white again. The white of bright burning lights fell on your bare skin, hurting your eyes, burning your senses.

"That's it," he pushed in harder, "feel the fear. Let go."

They were cutting, slashing and stabbing and there was nothing you could do. Red life was escaping from you through plastic tubes and you couldn't stop it. Powerless. You wanted to scream, but his hand covered your mouth. You wanted to cry but the light seemed to burn the tears in your eyes. Only the violent thrusting sensation slamming into you again and again. Only his exhilarated murmur when the acid from his mouth seemed to flow into yours. Only his strokes between your legs invading you. You snatched your hands from his grasp and sank your fingers into his paper skin, tearing it apart. He moaned in pleasure as he advanced inside you. You sank them in once more but he refused to be hurt again. The only venom in his eyes glistened as he turned you on your stomach for a second time and rammed into you. Pillows stifled a scream when you felt him deeper than before. Like a nightmare monster, he invaded you from behind while a laugh of satisfaction echoed through the apartment. You were completely subject to his will. Powerless as he slid his hand in front and with his burning fingers began to tease you. Acid burned through the skin on your neck and your back as he devoured your flesh. The blazing light burned your senses with each successive thrust. They cut, sliced, and stabbed as he crushed you with his whole body, grabbed your neck with both hands, and squeezed hard pushing down harder and deeper and faster until finally a cry tore through space with the feeling of acid pouring inside you.

Darkness fell.

The monster sank down heavily beside you cradling its hideous face into your neck.

In the darkness you found peace.

"I'm glad you came," he whispered kissing your back, " I really didn't want to kill you," he wrapped his arms around you, "and now that you are mine, I can show you my world."

A single tear ran down your cheek.

You were scared.

***

Chapter thirteen: Questionable choices

~~***~~ Author note: No comment... Well maybe except, I don't know how this happened, it just happened, I wasn't planning on this, I definitely wasn't planning on this! And honestly, for about a week I was thinking about removing that scene and reworking the whole chapter. But ultimately I decided to leave it. I don't know, it ain't my usual thing to write, but it kinda fitted the story, will see where it's gonna lead. I have tons of ideas moving forward. So I hope you won't mind this well...let's call it a moment of weakness. Till the next time Dear Reader! ~~***~~ Tag list: @mrsgrahamsdesign @theclassicvinyldragon @blondwhowrites @batgirlspain @hangmanscoming @julesjewelss36 @cherryflavoredcoke @grandstrangerphantom @maripositanoctruna @pluckastarfromthesky @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away @pirate-with-internet-connection

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EvolutionGear IS-EG NGAL Laser Aiming Module

For those of you that shake your fist to the heavens cursing L3Harris for not releasing a civilian version of their famed NGAL, you're probably at least tangentially familiar with EvolutionGear -

They do the OEM parts manufacturing for InvisibleSight, who offers a higher quality level of QC, but is infamous for their astonishingly long lead times.

EvolutionGear sells the 'cheaper' version of the IS-EG NGAL which you can buy direct from them if you wanna bypass the year-long inspection wait and don't need all the different options offered through InvisibleSight.

Before I get into the details of the unit itself, I'd like to clear up a lot of myths about EG - the common consensus about them is that they're known for not shipping their items, but from my own research, I really could only find an evidence case of one from a dude who was dumb enough to order during Chinese New Year and threw a tantrum when it took longer than expected to receive a tracking.

I opted for the more expensive UPS shipping option, and while it was kinda awkward having to wait for a live representative to email me a paypal invoice rather than going though a site-based payment portal, I didn't have any issues ordering from them and everything arrived within a week of receiving a tracking.

Here's where I'll get into the initial impressions.

The body of the unit is forged 6061 aluminum, and unlike the Somogear NGAL's, these actually have recoil lugs integrated into the body with a proper L3Harris-style screw clamp, as opposed to the crappy PEQ15 clamp the Somo units have.

The selector switch, I find somewhat mushy (due to the integral o-ring added for waterproofing), but still tactile enough to satisfy me, and the button has a positive enough click for my needs as well. The rear focus knob for the IR illuminator is a little bit stiff, but no major red flags about it.

Another nice feature of the EG NGAL is the fact it includes actual diffuser caps whereas the Somo units are only provided with blackout covers. The visible potting of the unit seems very well-done and I'm definitely excited to see how well this holds up considering EG touts this as a 5.56-capable laser where Somogear continues to scream "airsoft only" from the rooftops.

The unit included two different sets of stickers (one laminated, one not, interestingly) as well as a pressure pad and an eggcrate-padded plastic storage case.

The pressure pad is where I'm going to focus a majority of my initial critique.

On the website, EvolutionGear claims they offer the option of an LA23 Plug or an ATPIAL Crane Plug version. I triple checked that I'd be receiving a crane-ported NGAL, and the customer service acknowledged this.

The switch they provided is an LA23 version and upon testing the port with a surplus Insight PEQ-2 Pressure Pad, there was no function from the laser, meaning my request was completely disregarded and I'd been given an LA23-ported version instead.

Not a humongous deal to me, but it would have been nice to have a wider choice of aftermarket switches instead of proprietary ones that cost 100-300 fucking dollars.

Anywho, the switch they include is what I'd describe as solidly "meh" - it feels like a very cheap silicone, the click is positive enough, but the cable is visibly hot glued in and it's just left me wishing that Somogear offered their fantastic Modbutton Lite knock-offs a la carte.

Might email them later to see if I can get one.

The build it resides on presently is my FDE A2 Retromod, and despite being an offset beam unit, I still find the lasers are just a little too close to a standard FSB for my comfort.

I plan on possibly doing a URG-I build out of my Colt LE6920 in the near future, so this is definitely not the build the EG NGAL is staying on forever.

Later I'll give it a look under NODs and see how that goes.

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Footnotes, part 3

[201] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 3.

[202] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 4.

[203] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 4.

[204] Giblin, L. F., “Australia, 1930,” an inaugural lecture, delivered in the Public Lecture Theatre University of Melbourne, 28th April, 1930.

[205] Lloyd, Henry Demarest, “Lords of Industry,” 1910, chapter 7.

[206] Nader, Ralph, and Gordon, Jerome, “Safety on the Job,” New Republic, Copyright 1968, Harrison-Blaine of New Jersey, Inc.. Quoted from Hot War on the Consumer, Edited by David Sanford, 1969, page 179.

[207] Malthus, Thomas, “An Essay on the Principle of Population,” 1798, chapter 5.

[208] Malthus, Thomas, “An Essay on the Principle of Population,” 1798, chapter 18.

[209] Simonde de Sismondi, J. C. L., “Political Economy,” 1815, chapter 4.

[210] Simonde de Sismondi, J. C. L., “Political Economy,” 1815, chapter 7.

[211] Owen, Robert, “A New View of Society,” 1816, essay 2.

[212] Senior, Nassau, “Three Lectures on the Rate of Wages,” 1830, lecture 1.

[213] Senior, Nassau, “Three Lectures on the Rate of Wages,” 1830, lecture 1.

[214] Senior, Nassau, “Three Lectures on the Rate of Wages,” 1830, lecture 1.

[215] Ingersoll, Robert Green, “Eight Hours Must Come,” 1877.

[216] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

[217] Van Etten, Ida M., “Russian Jews as Desirable Immigrants,” 1893.

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[tubetrading]

9 Major Applications Of Steel Plates

Which kinds of steel plates are typically used when building?

There are several types of steel plates that are commonly used in building construction, including: 

1.    Carbon steel plates: These plates are made from an alloy of iron and carbon, and are typically used in structural applications such as bridges, buildings, and other infrastructure.

2.    Stainless steel plates: These plates are made from an alloy of iron, carbon, and chromium, and are known for their corrosion resistance. They are often used in applications where the steel will be exposed to harsh environments, such as in coastal or industrial areas.

3.    High-strength low-alloy (HSLA) steel plates: These plates are made from a combination of different metals and alloys, and are designed to be stronger and more durable than traditional carbon steel plates. They are commonly used in applications such as bridges and buildings that require high levels of strength and durability.

4.    Weathering steel plates: These plates are made from a special type of steel that is designed to withstand the effects of weathering, such as rusting and corrosion. They are typically used in applications such as bridges and buildings that will be exposed to the elements.

5.    Quenched and tempered steel plates: These plates are heated to a high temperature, then cooled rapidly to create a very hard, durable steel. They are commonly used in heavy-duty construction applications such as cranes, excavators, and other heavy machinery.

The high performance and strength qualities offered by the stainless steel plates in Vadodara, Gujarat is the reason behind it being the most often used materials today, and it's used for everything from steel beams to lift heavy loads to steel pipelines to transport fluids and compounds. 

Mild steel (MS) plates:

Mild steel, also known as low-carbon steel, is a type of steel that has a low carbon content and is easy to shape and form. Mild steel plates are a popular choice for a wide range of construction and industrial applications, including bridges, buildings, machinery, and automotive components. They are known for their excellent weldability, formability, and durability, and can be easily cut, bent, and fabricated into various shapes. They are also cost-effective and easily available in the market. 

Checkered Plates:

Checkered plates are steel plates with a raised diamond or linear pattern on one side, typically used for slip resistance or decorative purposes. They are commonly used in industrial settings, as well as on stairs, catwalks, and for other types of flooring. They can be made from a variety of materials, including carbon steel, aluminum, and stainless steel. The pattern on the plate can also vary, with diamond patterns being the most common, but linear or other geometric patterns are also possible. 

Galvanized Sheets:

Galvanized sheets are sheets of steel that have been coated with a layer of zinc to protect the steel from corrosion. The zinc coating acts as a barrier to prevent the steel from coming into contact with water or other corrosive materials. Galvanized sheets are commonly used in construction for roofing, siding, and other applications where durability and resistance to corrosion are important. They can also be used in the manufacturing of various products such as appliances, automobiles, and outdoor equipment. 

B.I. and G.I. Sheets:

B.I. (black iron) and G.I. (galvanized iron) sheets are both types of steel sheets that are commonly used for various construction and building projects. B.I. sheets are made from uncoated, hot-rolled steel and have a dark, matte finish. They are known for their strength and durability, but are prone to rusting if not properly treated or coated. G.I. sheets, on the other hand, are made from hot-dipped galvanized steel and have a shiny, silver finish. They are coated with a layer of zinc that helps protect the steel from rusting and corrosion, making them more suitable for outdoor or exposed applications. Both types of sheets can be cut, bent, and shaped to meet the specific needs of a project.  If you are looking for an excellent stainless steel plates dealer in Vadodara, Gujarat, Tube Trading Co. is the best place to fulfill your stainless steel plates needs 

9 Major Applications of Steel Plates: 

1.    Construction: Steel plates are used in the construction of buildings, bridges, and other structures.

2.    Manufacturing: Steel plates are used in the manufacturing of heavy machinery, vehicles, and equipment.

3.    Oil and gas: Steel plates are used in the construction of pipelines and storage tanks for the oil and gas industry.

4.    Defense: Steel plates are used in the construction of military vehicles, tanks, and other defense equipment.

5.    Pressure vessels: Steel plates are used in the construction of pressure vessels, such as boilers and storage tanks.

6.    Mining: Steel plates are used in the construction of mining equipment, such as conveyor belts and crushers.

7.    Transportation: Steel plates are used in the construction of ships, trains, and other forms of transportation.

8.    Power generation: Steel plates are used in the construction of power generation equipment, such as turbines and generators.

9.    Agriculture: Steel plates are used in the construction of agricultural equipment, such as plows and harvesters. 

Fulfill all of your industrial SS plates and pipes needs with Tube Trading Co. - the most distinguished as well as noteworthy stainless steel dealer in Vadodara, Gujarat. Place your order now.

[vicmemories]

HUMBLE & SONS FOUNDRY: GEELONG, VICTORIA. 1933.

This very atmospheric shot looks into the earthen-floored Humble and Sons Foundry in Geelong. One can almost smell the hot metal and hear the clatter of the overhead belt driving the milling machines and lathes.

Geelong is Victoria’s second largest city, sitting on Corio Bay, about 65 kms south west of Melbourne. The foundry was situated on a constantly growing site on Little Malop Street. I will include in comments below a rare 1887 coloured sketch of the works.

BRIEF HISTORIC STORY…

What was then called the Vulcan Foundry was established in Victoria’s gold-rush years of the mid-19th century by a Scottish immigrant named William Croll. It enjoyed almost immediate success building quartz crushers and shaft-pumps etc. for the goldfields. Some of the castings being up to 5 tons in weight.

In 1866, the business was acquired by another Scot, William Humble in partnership with Ward Nicholson.

The business continued to prosper.

By 1888 Humble & Nicholson had won £60,000 in government contracts, their main source of income and testament to their reputation. The firm built the £5000 bridge at Cressy, the hydraulic crane at Echuca and boilers, tanks and pumps for public authorities. They also had extensive work in the agricultural industry.

The company made the Ferrier wool press and began building reaping and binding machines. They were also one of the first Australian companies to manufacture refrigeration machines, based on the absorption principle.

William Humble & Ward Nicholson continued to the end of 1900 when that partnership was dissolved: From that point on, the firm was known as Humble & Sons.

(photo source: Geelong Heritage Centre)

David Panther

[atplblog]

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What additional costs are associated with high mast pole installation?

High mast poles play an important role in outdoor lighting for large spaces such as highways, stadiums, industrial zones, and public areas. While the pole’s cost is often seen as the main expense, there are many additional costs involved in the installation process. These costs must be considered to provide a realistic estimate for the entire project. Below, we look at the key factors contributing to the overall expenditure.

Foundation and civil work

A strong foundation is essential for high mast poles to remain stable and perform well over time. The foundation work includes site excavation, pouring concrete, and reinforcing the base to withstand environmental challenges like strong winds.

The cost of this work depends on the site’s soil quality and geotechnical conditions. For example, in areas with loose or weak soil, more advanced engineering solutions may be required. These additional measures can significantly increase costs.

Transportation and logistics

High mast poles are large and heavy, making transportation a major cost factor. The expense depends on the distance between the manufacturing site and the installation location, the size of the poles, and any special requirements for moving oversized loads.

In some cases, permits may be required to transport heavy or oversized equipment, which adds to the expense. Also, unloading the poles at the site might need cranes or other specialised equipment - which further increases logistical costs.

Lifting and installation equipment

Installing high mast poles requires heavy lifting equipment. The cost of renting or using these machines, as well as hiring skilled operators, contributes to the total project cost. The size and weight of the pole determine the type of equipment needed. Taller or heavier poles may require more powerful and expensive cranes. Labour costs for trained operators are another significant factor during installation.

Electrical components and wiring

High mast poles are not just about the structure; they also need electrical components for the lighting system to work effectively. These costs include:

Cables and conduits: Necessary for connecting the lights to the power source.

Control panels and switches: Used to operate and manage the lighting system.

Earthing systems: Ensure electrical safety and compliance with regulations.

More complex installations naturally lead to higher costs.

Permits and regulatory approvals

Installing high mast poles often requires permissions and regulatory approvals from local authorities. These may include:

Structural approvals: Ensuring the design meets building and safety standards.

Environmental assessments: Required if the installation site is in a sensitive area.

Electrical safety certifications: Necessary to confirm the lighting system is safe and compliant with regulations.

The cost of obtaining these permits varies based on the project’s location and complexity. Paperwork and fees for these approvals can add a significant amount to the budget.

By carefully considering these factors, project planners can develop a more accurate budget and ensure the successful installation of high mast poles.

Looking for reliable high mast pole manufacturers in India?

Explore the high mast lighting systems manufactured by Utkarsh India. Their poles are designed to withstand wind speeds up to 300 km/h, and are manufactured with top-quality materials for durability and reliability.

Using premium steel from trusted brands such as TATA and SAIL, Utkarsh India ensures excellence. The company uses a meticulous hot-dip galvanisation process with zinc sourced from Hindustan Zinc. Each pole is PU-painted for corrosion resistance and an enhanced aesthetic appearance. The poles have motorised mechanisms for easy raising and lowering, as well as latching devices for efficient area lighting. Their poles feature grooved rope drums for precise alignment, rust-free components, and versatile suspension options, including three-point and two-point configurations. Rigorous testing, including wind tunnel tests at IIT-Kanpur, ensures optimal performance and safety compliance.

[empexwatertoys]

Top Ways to Make Splash Pads More Enjoyable for Kids

Splash pads are becoming increasingly popular owing to the fun and entertainment they offer to the little ones. With interactive features and no standing water, they are a perfect escape for hot summers. However, to attract more visitors and remain at the top, making the water play areas enjoyable for the children is essential. From adding innovative water play toys to leveraging engaging themes, there are various ways to deliver immersive experiences. Read on to explore everything in detail!

#1 Add Variety of Watertoys

Diversity is indeed the key to the optimum success of your commercial splash pads. Consider including a wide range of static and kinetic watertoys to cater to the preferences of different kids and deliver fun experiences. Also, you can consider the self-powered watertoys that encourage children to interact with the play equipment by pumping a handle, rocking a toy, turning a wheel or peddling.

#2 Design Themes Splash Pads

Want to create a truly memorable experience? Incorporating themes that spark excitement and imagination can be a great idea. For instance, you can think of building a Christmas-themed water play area that brings the holiday spirit to life. You can also consider the construction theme with interactive water features like stoplights, cranes, and jackhammers. This theme can provide the little ones with the opportunity to build their own mini-construction sites on the splash pads. Besides these, you can also opt for interesting themes like outer space, marine, farm, and more.

#3 Include Splash Buckets

For the ultimate thrill, incorporating dumping bucket structures in your splash pad is an ideal option. The splash buckets can slowly fill with water and then tip over. As a result, it can drench anyone under the bucket, giving way to more excitement and laughter.

#4 Focus on Inclusive Play

When designing splash pads, consider creating different zones based on physical ability and age. The gross motor skills and play levels of children of different age groups vary. So, creating separate zones can allow kids to engage in seamless fun without any barriers.

#5 Add Water Slides

It is no surprise that kids love to climb and slide. So, adding water slides to your splash pad can enable children to enjoy the thrill of sliding on a smooth surface while playing with water. The best part is that you can find the climb and slide structures in a variety of sizes and shapes. Depending on your audience, you can select the most convenient options.

#6 Include Shade Structures

As splash pads are located outdoors, there is a chance of sunburn and overheating. However, by adding shade structures, you can enable kids to play comfortably for extended periods without any problem.

Conclusion

A splash pad is not just a place to cool off but also an area for socialization, imagination, and endless fun. Are you ready to build your commercial splash pad and looking for the best water play toys? Empex Watertoys® can be the perfect splash pad equipment manufacturer to partner with. From watertoys, play structures, water cannons to ground jets, they can offer you all the features at competitive prices.

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[advisinghat56]

EDIT: This is old (from 10/19), so a lot of the shirt sizes are sold out. I'm posting this more for archival purposes than as an announcement.

More New Crane Wives Merch!

+ they added the material content for their fabric items!!!

I am very happy about that!!! Also they added product photos for the CDs. I also have a lot less to say this time.

First up, the vinyl! I think it looks pretty nice, I think the standard black goes well with the album. I'm not going to say too much because I don't know much about vinyl.

"100% Airlume combed and ring-spun cotton"

I like this, I think the colors go well together, too. I also like the composition of it.

"100% Airlume combed and ring-spun cotton" The design looks nice, and I actually don't mind the hot pink. I just don't like blue. It's a personal thing.

"50/50 soft spun cotton/poly fleece"

The description calls this a "purple and black two-tone back snack". The lighting makes it look blue, but it is indeed purple, as seen in this photo by u/BoomstikComando on Reddit.

I actually have these, and I'll eventually write up a review as well. They're a lot bigger than the other set. They also seem to be by a different manufacturer.

[dutestindustrial]

How Are Overhead Cranes Powered?

Power is transferred from the building supply to the crane runway and bridge crane control panel via cable festoons, conductor bars, or cable reels. The same components are then employed to power the hoist trolley across the bridge.

The crane and hoists are controlled by an operator using push button pendants or radio remote controls. All of these parts work together to allow the bridge and hoist to move over the weight. After the load has been lifted, the bridge crane is driven to its destination and the load is lowered using the push button pendant or radio remote control.

Every electrical delivery method to a crane has advantages and downsides. The sort of system you choose will be determined by your power requirements, power availability, crane system size, and the work environment.

One of the most common methods of electrifying and supplying power to a crane and hoist is through conductor bars (also known as power bars, figure eight bars, or hot bars). When compared to other power systems, a conductor bar uses a sliding shoe collector system, which eliminates most of the exposed conductor safety hazards while also supplying higher amperage power.

Most conductor bar electrification systems now have a cover to protect them from the elements. The conductor bar may or may not be insulated in some applications, but the most common types have insulated covers.

Components:

Advantages:

Conductor bar systems for overhead cranes are typically installed on the crane’s runway systems or monorail cranes and can be used on both indoor and outdoor cranes. One of the most significant advantages of adopting a conductor bar system is that it may be used on runways with several bridges.

With a variety of brackets and hanger clamps, they’re also highly cost-effective and simple to install. They’re also great for low-headroom situations where cables can’t dangle down, as well as systems with a curve or track switch.

Finally, conductor bars are ideal for crane configurations where future upgrades or extensions are a possibility. Because conductor bars are so easy to link together for installation, runway systems can be extended more easily and at a lower cost. Conductor bars are also ideal for ensuring power continuity in interlocking crane systems.

If you have a crane at your workplace, it should be inspected on a regular basis by someone who is professionally qualified to do so. All cranes should be inspected annually, according to OSHA regulations. Important crane components will deteriorate over time because of continuous use. This wear and tear can eventually result in crane failure or dangerous failure, putting your entire team or company at risk.

Routine crane inspections aid in spotting potential issues, which can then be remedied before irreparable or costly incidents occur. An inspector for cranes and lifting equipment should have experience with maintenance, servicing, modification, repair, and functional testing of cranes and lifting equipment.

No one is allowed to inspect cranes unless they have been adequately trained. Overhead crane inspection services are divided into four categories: initial, functional, frequent, and periodic.

An initial inspection is a documented visual inspection performed after the installation of a new crane or the modification of an existing crane. It will be conducted by an authorized person, who will thereafter provide a written report. The purpose of a functional test inspection is to see if any of the functional operational mechanisms are malfunctioning. Valve, drain pump, and other components are examined for deterioration or leaking.

It’s done on a daily or monthly basis to check for excessive component wear. This also verifies non-compliance with the manufacturer’s guidelines. The hoist brake, load chains, and other components should receive special attention from the inspection. A crane in heavy use should be inspected at least once a week.

The frequency of periodic inspection is determined by the crane’s use. Cranes that are used for both light and heavy work should be inspected once a year.

Dutest Industries provides dependable and accredited lifting equipment inspection services in the UAE. Clients benefit from the company’s best lifting solutions and crane inspection services.

[shobhaalss]

Slab Tong Manufacturers

Slab tongs are specialized lifting devices used in steel plants, foundries, and manufacturing facilities to handle hot metal slabs during production processes, such as rolling, forging, and casting. These tongs are designed to grip and lift large, heavy slabs of metal safely and efficiently. Manufacturers of slab tongs typically specialize in industrial lifting and handling equipment for the steel industry.

Here are some well-known manufacturers and suppliers of slab tongs, as well as companies that provide related lifting and handling equipment:

1. Schneider (Lifting Equipment)

Overview: Schneider is a globally recognized manufacturer of lifting, material handling, and hoisting equipment. They offer a wide range of industrial tongs, including slab tongs for use in steel plants, foundries, and other heavy industries.

Products: They manufacture slab tongs with high-load capacities designed for heavy metal handling and high-temperature environments.

Website: www.schneider-industrie.com

2. Grab N Lifters PVT Ltd 

Overview: Verlinde is a Hyderabad based company that designs and manufactures a wide variety of lifting equipment. They provide solutions for heavy-duty lifting applications, including slab tongs.

Products: They offer slab tongs with mechanical, hydraulic, and electric lifting mechanisms, designed to handle hot steel slabs in a safe and efficient manner.

Website: Grabnlifters.com

3. Bendini Engineering (Lifting Tongs)

Overview: Bendini Engineering is an Italian manufacturer of industrial lifting equipment, including slab tongs. They specialize in high-temperature handling solutions for the steel and metal industries.

Products: Their slab tongs are designed for handling hot slabs in steel mills, offering ergonomic designs, strength, and reliability.

Website: www.bendini.com

4. Jiangsu Huazhong Heavy Industry Co., Ltd.

Overview: Based in China, Huazhong Heavy Industry manufactures a variety of heavy-duty equipment, including slab tongs and other material handling tools for the steel industry.

Products: They offer customized solutions for slab lifting tongs, catering to various sizes, weight capacities, and industrial needs.

Website: www.huazhongsteel.com

5. Kito (Lifting Solutions)

Overview: Kito is a leading manufacturer of lifting and hoisting equipment globally. While they are more known for cranes, hoists, and other lifting mechanisms, they also supply slab tongs and related equipment.

Products: Kito slab tongs are designed to handle hot slabs in the steel manufacturing industry.

Website: www.kito.net

6. Manitowoc Crane Group

Overview: While primarily known for cranes and heavy lifting equipment, Manitowoc also manufactures lifting tools such as slab tongs for heavy-duty applications in steel mills.

Products: They offer a range of lifting attachments, including tongs for handling hot slabs and other large materials in the steel industry.

Website: www.manitowoccranes.com

7. Liebherr (Industrial Lifting)

Overview: Liebherr is a well-known manufacturer of construction and industrial equipment, including cranes and lifting tools. Their product range includes slab tongs, designed specifically for the steel and metal industries.

Products: Liebherr slab tongs are built for safe handling of heavy, hot slabs in steel production processes.

Website: www.liebherr.com

8. Stahl- und Maschinenbau (Steel and Machinery Construction)

Overview: A German manufacturer specializing in steel construction equipment, including lifting tongs and related material handling tools for heavy industries.

Products: They provide slab tongs designed to withstand extreme temperatures and heavy-duty lifting operations.

Website: www.smb-lifting.com

9. Inductotherm Group

Overview: Inductotherm is known for manufacturing a wide range of equipment for the metalworking industry, including induction furnaces and material handling tools. They also provide lifting equipment like slab tongs.

Products: Inductotherm’s slab tongs are specifically designed for lifting hot metal slabs in steel plants and other manufacturing processes.

Website: www.inductotherm.com

10. Elephant Lifting Equipment

Overview: Elephant Lifting is a UK-based manufacturer specializing in lifting equipment for industrial applications, including slab tongs. They offer solutions for a range of industries including steel and metalworking.

Products: They manufacture tongs specifically for slab lifting, designed for durability and efficiency in steel plants.

Website: www.elephantlifting.com

Considerations When Selecting a Slab Tong Manufacturer:

Customization: Some manufacturers offer custom-designed slab tongs based on the specific size, weight, and temperature conditions of the slabs being handled.

Load Capacity: Ensure the tongs are rated for the weight and dimensions of the slabs to be handled.

Material & Durability: Look for tongs made from materials that can withstand high temperatures and resist wear and tear from frequent use in industrial environments.

Safety Features: Quality slab tongs come with features like safety locks, adjustable gripping mechanisms, and ergonomic designs to ensure safe operation.

Industry Compliance: Choose manufacturers who comply with industry standards and certifications for safety and quality, such as ISO certifications or CE markings.

When selecting a manufacturer, it's essential to evaluate your specific needs, including the size of the slabs, the temperature they will be exposed to, and the required handling capacity. Many suppliers offer both standard and custom solutions, so working with an experienced supplier can ensure you get the best equipment for your operations.

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The Hidden Tactics of GBP/JPY: Cracking the Code of Capacity Utilization Ever felt like GBP/JPY is the slick used car salesman of the Forex world? One moment you're cruising comfortably, then the next thing you know, you're stranded in the middle of Volatilityville with a bag full of regrets. The good news is, it doesn’t have to be that way. While most traders chase headline PMI figures or unemployment stats, there’s an insider metric that could give you a leg up: capacity utilization. Capacity utilization, much like that friend who never uses their gym membership but claims to be 'really into fitness', can reveal whether an economy is running hot or just coasting along. By looking at capacity utilization in the UK and Japan, traders can decode the underlying economic strength and predict shifts in GBP/JPY, all while sidestepping common pitfalls. The Secret Behind Capacity Utilization and GBP/JPY Let’s be real—capacity utilization isn’t exactly a hot dinner party topic. But in the context of the GBP/JPY pair, it's a game-changer. Why? Because it gives you a peek under the hood of manufacturing efficiency, which directly impacts monetary policy. Think of it like this: a factory humming along at full capacity is likely to need an expansion (inflation alert!), while a half-empty one hints at economic idling and possible rate cuts. And who benefits from understanding that? You, my clever friend. For instance, Japan's economy tends to be incredibly sensitive to shifts in capacity utilization due to its export-heavy nature. When Japanese capacity utilization hits a downturn, the yen often follows suit. On the flip side, if UK factories are firing on all cylinders, the BoE might lean hawkish, strengthening the pound. Being aware of these dynamics helps you anticipate shifts in the GBP/JPY tide before the crowd does. Pro Tip: Bookmark those monthly capacity utilization reports. Trust me, they’re worth a look. It’s like discovering a treasure map that others ignore because they’re too busy following the loud, obvious arrows. Why Most Traders Get GBP/JPY Wrong (And How You Can Avoid It) Most traders love to oversimplify GBP/JPY as just another risk-on/risk-off proxy. "Oh, Japan is doing well, buy yen. Oh, UK news is good, buy GBP." If only it were that simple. This pair is a tricky devil—it’s as much about understanding the nuances of both economies as it is about reading candlestick charts. Capacity utilization in Japan, for instance, often correlates strongly with global demand. If global demand is down and Japan's factories are running at reduced levels, it's not just the yen that weakens; the entire JPY cross landscape often moves in tandem. That’s the level of insight capacity utilization can give you—turning you from a "buy-the-rumor" chaser into someone who is ahead of the game. On the UK side, understanding capacity can tell you how well the economy is absorbing new growth, which eventually impacts interest rate policy. It’s like watching the foundation before a skyscraper is built—everyone else is staring at the crane, but you’re seeing the groundwork. Elite Strategy: Utilizing Capacity Data in Trade Setups Here’s where things get fun. Let’s break down a step-by-step plan for incorporating capacity utilization into your GBP/JPY strategy: - Compare Reports: Watch both the UK and Japanese capacity utilization figures monthly. Are factories running full steam in the UK while Japan's are idling? This could indicate future pound strength over the yen. - Overlay Market Sentiment: If global risk sentiment is negative but Japan's capacity utilization is dipping, you might see extra weakness in the yen. Market sentiment combined with economic underpinnings is a killer combo. - Technical Levels: Use your usual support/resistance levels, but view them through the lens of capacity data. If UK capacity hits a high while technicals suggest a breakout, you've got a confluence worth trading on. - Check Related Indicators: Align capacity utilization with other factors like the PMI (Purchasing Managers Index) or industrial production. If they’re pointing in the same direction, it's almost like the market is winking at you, saying, "Go on, take the trade." A Sneaky Truth Most Traders Miss You might think, “Do I really need to track capacity utilization?” I’ll tell you what’s sneakier than not tracking it: treating GBP/JPY like a one-trick pony. The truth is, capacity utilization acts as a backstage pass to what’s really happening in the economy—and it can give you insights no flashy headline will tell you. One major myth is that Forex markets are only moved by headline data like interest rate decisions or employment reports. But the truth is, indicators like capacity utilization build the foundation for these big moves. Ignoring this data is like buying a car because it looks nice without bothering to check if the engine’s even there. The Hidden Formula Only Experts Use Smart money—we're talking big institutional players—often leverages capacity utilization to gauge when the Bank of England or Bank of Japan might change their stance on monetary policy. If capacity levels are persistently high in the UK, institutional traders start buying up GBP positions, knowing a hawkish shift is likely around the corner. It’s these sneaky maneuvers that move markets while retail traders are still playing catch-up. By aligning your trade setups with these insights, you’re not just following the trend—you’re understanding the why behind the trend. That makes all the difference. Where to Get This Insider Data Ready to keep your edge sharp? Here’s where you can find capacity utilization data to boost your GBP/JPY strategy: - StarseedFX Forex News: Stay updated on market movements, including capacity utilization reports, by visiting our Forex news page. - BoE & BoJ Websites: Check out the official Bank of England and Bank of Japan sites. They publish a treasure trove of data, including capacity utilization. It's not always easy to read, but hey, nothing worth having comes without a little effort. The Forgotten Strategy That Outsmarted the Pros In 2016, when Brexit uncertainty loomed, many traders were glued to GDP or consumer confidence reports. But those who closely followed capacity utilization in the UK knew something that others didn’t—British industries were quietly ramping up production, which meant they were prepared for growth, not recession. The result? GBP/JPY rallied out of the blue, and those on the inside made a killing. This kind of lesser-known advantage isn’t about playing catch-up; it’s about setting up camp before everyone else even buys a ticket. Conclusion: Think Capacity, Think Beyond If you’re tired of GBP/JPY behaving like an unpredictable diva, it’s time to think differently. Capacity utilization is the whisper that tells you where the market’s heading before the roar of price action starts. It's about getting smarter, looking where others aren’t, and using that edge to profit. So next time you're tempted to jump into a trade based on an interest rate headline, take a breath. Ask yourself: what’s happening with capacity utilization? Who’s running hot, and who’s running cold? Because in the end, those little secrets add up—and they’re what separate the Forex warriors from the rookies. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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Mactec High Mast Pole Manufacturer: Leading the Way in Outdoor Lighting Solutions

In urban areas, industrial complexes, highways, and sports stadiums, effective lighting is essential for safety, visibility, and functionality. High mast poles manufacturers are a critical part of modern lighting infrastructure, designed to support multiple light fixtures at great heights, ensuring consistent, powerful illumination over large areas. As a leading manufacturer, Mactec has built a reputation for producing robust, durable, and efficient high mast poles that meet the demands of large-scale lighting applications.

Why Choose Mactec High Mast Poles?

When it comes to high mast poles, Mactec stands out for its commitment to superior engineering, innovation, and quality manufacturing. With years of expertise in creating lighting solutions, Mactec’s high mast poles are designed to provide long-lasting performance, minimal maintenance, and the ability to withstand even the harshest weather conditions.

1. Built to Last: Durability and Strength

One of the key features of Mactec high mast poles is their exceptional durability. These poles are crafted using premium materials such as galvanized steel, aluminum, and stainless steel, ensuring they are resistant to corrosion, rust, and extreme weather. Whether exposed to high winds, heavy rains, or intense heat, Mactec’s high mast poles remain strong and reliable, providing a stable foundation for high-powered lighting systems.

Mactec’s hot-dip galvanizing process enhances the poles' resistance to environmental elements, ensuring they maintain their structural integrity for decades. This makes them perfect for use in outdoor environments, especially for street lighting, ports, airports, industrial zones, and large-scale parking lots.

2. Engineering Excellence: Designed for Optimal Performance

At Mactec, high mast poles are engineered to meet the unique demands of large-area illumination. The design of these poles is optimized for ease of installation, stability, and versatility. With heights ranging from 15 meters to over 40 meters, Mactec high mast poles are versatile enough to meet the needs of any project.

These poles are designed to carry multiple light fixtures, often in configurations of four, six, or more, and can support the weight of high-intensity lamps, floodlights, and even surveillance cameras. Additionally, Mactec’s high mast poles come with integrated winch systems, making it easier for maintenance crews to lower and raise the lighting fixtures for repair or replacement without the need for cranes or heavy machinery.

3. Customization and Flexibility

Mactec understands that every lighting project has unique requirements. Whether it’s a large urban development, a sports stadium, or a highway lighting installation, Mactec offers customizable high mast pole solutions tailored to your specific needs.

Customers can choose from a range of pole heights, finishes, and configurations. The company’s expert engineering team works closely with clients to ensure the poles meet local codes and regulations while also adhering to aesthetic preferences. Mactec's flexibility and ability to offer customized solutions make them a preferred choice for a variety of applications.

4. Easy Installation and Low Maintenance

High mast lighting systems can be complex, but Mactec has simplified the installation process. Mactec’s high mast poles are designed with ease of installation in mind, reducing both time and labor costs. Many of the poles are supplied with pre-installed components, making them quick to assemble and ready for lighting fixtures in a fraction of the time it takes to install traditional lighting structures.

Furthermore, Mactec’s high mast poles require minimal maintenance once installed. The high-quality materials and finishes ensure that they are low-maintenance, which is crucial for reducing long-term operational costs and ensuring that the lighting system remains functional with minimal downtime.

5. Meeting Global Standards

Mactec’s high mast poles are manufactured in compliance with international standards for safety, quality, and environmental sustainability. Whether the project is local or global, Mactec ensures that all products meet the required codes, providing peace of mind to clients across the world. From the selection of materials to the final installation, every stage of production is guided by rigorous quality control processes.

Applications of Mactec High Mast Poles

Mactec’s high mast poles are widely used in a variety of applications where large-scale lighting is essential. Some of the most common applications include:

Highway and Roadway Lighting: Mactec high mast poles are used to illuminate long stretches of highways and roads, enhancing driver visibility and safety.

Sports Stadiums and Arenas: High mast poles are ideal for lighting large sports venues, providing even, powerful illumination for both players and spectators.

Airports and Ports: Mactec high mast poles are used to light large areas such as runways, docks, and parking lots at airports and ports, ensuring safety and visibility in critical areas.

Industrial Sites and Warehouses: High mast lighting is essential in large industrial facilities and warehouses where large areas need to be illuminated for operations and safety.

Public Parks and Recreation Areas: High mast poles can provide ample lighting for public spaces, making them safer and more accessible after dark.

Mactec: A Commitment to Quality and Service

Mactec’s commitment to engineering excellence goes beyond the production of high-quality products. The company prides itself on offering exceptional customer service, from initial design consultations to post-installation support. Mactec works closely with clients to ensure that each project is completed on time and within budget, with a focus on delivering solutions that meet both functional and aesthetic requirements.

With a proven track record in providing reliable, durable, and innovative high mast poles for large-scale lighting projects, Mactec has earned the trust of clients across the globe. Their products not only meet the highest standards of quality and safety, but they also offer long-term value and performance, making them the go-to manufacturer for high mast poles.

Get in Touch with Mactec Today

If you're planning a large-scale lighting project and need a durable, high-performance lighting solution, Mactec is your trusted partner. Visit Mactecwebsite or contact our expert team today to learn more about our high mast poles and how we can help illuminate your next project with precision and reliability.

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What are the three types of hot rolled steel?

Title: What are the three types of hot rolled steel?

Let’s start with what a hot rolled steel strip is. It is a type of steel that has been heated to temperatures above 800-900°C and then rolled into thin strips. This process enhances the steel's flexibility and adaptability, making it easier to work with.

While there are several types of hot-rolled steel strips available in Lagos, we will highlight the top three:

Hot Rolled Mild Steel Strip (Carbon Steel Strip)

Hot Rolled High-Strength Low-Alloy (HSLA) Steel Strip

Hot Rolled Pickled and Oiled (HRPO) Steel Strip

Hot Rolled Mild Steel Strip (Carbon Steel Strip): This is one of the most popular types of steel if you are looking for steel that can do various things. It is commonly used in building structures, manufacturing, and construction materials.

Hot rolled mild steel strip contains a low carbon content (up to 0.25%) and offers excellent weldability, formability, and machinability.

Hot Rolled High-Strength Low-Alloy (HSLA) Steel Strip: As the name suggests, Hot Rolled High-Strength Low-Alloy (HSLA) steel contains small amounts of alloying elements such as copper, vanadium, or manganese. It is stronger than mild steel, lightweight, and offers better resistance to corrosion, making it more cost-effective. HSLA steel is commonly used in heavy-duty applications like bridges, cranes, and transportation equipment due to its superior strength. However, it is important to note that HSLA steel can rust if not properly protected.

Hot Rolled Pickled and Oiled (HRPO) Steel Strip: 

HRPO steel is commonly used as a finishing steel strip, as it is less prone to rusting due to the oil coating. What sets HRPO steel apart is the additional process called pickling, which removes surface scales, resulting in a smoother finish. HRPO steel is widely used in transportation, agriculture, and construction.

You can find these three types of hot-rolled steel strips in Lagos, where they are commonly used in construction sites, transportation systems, and agriculture. 

One of the major suppliers of hot rolled steel strips in Lagos is Quantum Steels Nigeria Limited, known for its high-quality and user-friendly products.

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Future of Synthetic Lubricants Industry

The report "Synthetic Lubricants Market by Type (Polyalphaolefins (PAOs), Esters, Poly Alkyne Glycols (PAGs), Group III), Product Type (Engine Oils, Hydraulic Fluids, Metalworking Fluids, Compressor Oils, Turbine Oils), & Region - Global Forecast to 2028" market size of Synthetic Lubricants is estimated at USD 41.2 billion in 2023 and is projected to reach USD 48.0 billion by 2028, at a CAGR of 3.1%.

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When it comes to performance, synthetic lubricants are better to traditional mineral-based oils. They offer greater resistance to oxidation, thermal stability, and viscosity, which improves efficiency and extends the life of equipment. Synthetic lubricants are becoming more and more popular in industries like manufacturing, aerospace, and automotive that demand high-performance lubricants. Synthetic lubricants are used in a wide range of specialized applications, including high-temperature environments, extreme pressure conditions, and harsh operating conditions. Their ability to perform reliably in such environments makes them indispensable in industries such as aerospace, marine, and heavy manufacturing.

The PAOs segment to account for largest share in the Synthetic Lubricants market, in terms of value, during the forecast period.

PAOs segment accounted for the largest share in the global Synthetic Lubricants market in 2022, in terms of value. Because of their exceptional oxidation stability, PAOs withstand deterioration and continue to function for prolonged periods of time. Because of this, PAOs are used in lubricant applications where high temperatures and oxidative conditions are present. Since it has low volatility, PAOs are less likely to evaporate in hot conditions. In high-temperature situations, this feature aids in lowering oil consumption and pollutants.

Engine oil segment to lead Synthetic Lubricants market in product type segment, during the forecast period, in terms of value.

The engine oil segment accounted for the largest share of the Synthetic Lubricants market in 2022, in terms of value. The service intervals for synthetic engine oils are longer than those for conventional oils. They can sustain their performance characteristics for longer thanks to their improved oxidative and thermal stability, which enables longer drain intervals. Because fewer oil changes are required, this may save money and have a less negative effect on the environment.

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Asia Pacific is expected to be the fastest-growing region, in the overall Synthetic Lubricants market, during the forecast period.

Asia Pacific is the leading consumer of Synthetic Lubricants. Many countries in the Asia Pacific region are investing heavily in infrastructure development, including transportation networks, energy facilities, and construction projects. Synthetic lubricants are used in various construction and industrial equipment, such as excavators, cranes, and generators, to ensure smooth operation and longevity. The Asia Pacific region offers substantial prospects for producers and suppliers of synthetic lubricants because of its strong economic growth, burgeoning automobile industry, rising infrastructure expenditures, rising public awareness, and kind regulatory framework.

The key players profiled in the report include Shell plc (UK), BP p.l.c (UK)., Exxon Mobil Corporation (US), TotalEnergies SE (France), FUCHS (Germany), Chevron Corporation (US), Idemitsu Kosan Co., Ltd. (Japan), China Petroleum & Chemical Corporation (China), LUKOIL (Russia), and Petroliam Nasional Berhad (PETRONAS) (Malaysia).

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