A/N; Hey guys! I'm really sorry I haven't updated is ages! I've been mega busy and have been working on some other stories. But I'll be updated way more frequently now that it's Summer and I have a lot more free time on my hands. Please leave reviews, they are ever so helpful! :)

Sienna gasped. The man turned the key to make the elevator work as Sienna tried stepping backwards to escape through the door, but it was too late and the doors slammed shut. Sienna stared at the clown-like man and examined his face; he was wearing thick white make-up. His eyes were two soul-piercing, black holes. Her eyes wandered down towards his mouth where he had two horrible, deep wounds coming out of the corners of his mouth, enhancing his cruel smile. The cuts were defined with a layer of crimson red lipstick. Everything about this man was extremely dangerous.

He cocked his head to the side and said, "Going somewhere?"

All Sienna could do was stare at him in shock.

He licked his lips before saying, "Take a seat." with a grin.

Sienna sat right round at the other side of the sofa in the elevator.

"No, no, no." He said, sliding round until he was directly beside Sienna. "Much better!"

"Where's Dr Crane?" Sienna managed to breathe out.

"Oh, he's working on his little project," He made quotation marks with his fingers around the word 'project'. " in his office. It must be awfully boring being his lab rat, the man doesn't do very much. Me hower.." He places his hand on her leg, licking his lips. "I'm full of excitement!"

Sienna flinched away, eyes wide open.

He let out a maniatic laugh. Terror pumped through Sienna's body as she realise the lift wasn't moving, she was trapped in here with this madman.

Meanwhile:
Jonathan's ears perked up as he detected two voices, and pairs of footsteps, outside his office door. A long shadow fell across the floor as the door burst open, revealing two of Joker's goons carrying machetes.

"Got a messages from the boss." Came one of the men. Jonathan leaned forward to gently place his pen on his desk. He folded his arms and looked at Joker's goon; waiting for an explanation. He could see how nervous they both were: shifting from foot to foot, eyes darting from side to side, hands shaking. It was clear to him that they were from Blackgate and had never actually taken a life before and Joker had sent them in as a joke.

They're week. Crush them. Listen to their screams. It's been too long.. A small smirk formed at the side of Jon's mouth as he realised Scarecrow was right.

"Do come in." He told the men. They stayed in the doorway. Jon stared at them intimidatingly.

"Oh for goodness sake!" Said one of the men in frustration and stepped forward, holding the machete up, ready to strike. A blast of cold, white gas sprayed in his face. This caught him off guard and he took in a deep breath.

"Oh God!" Screamed the other man before running down the corridor.

Go after him! Exclaimed Scarecrow.

Jonathan opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out Scarecrow's mask. He swung his head round to the Joker's goon, who was now lying on the floor shaking, and let out a laugh. That's when a name came into his head and he knew he could not savour this moment any longer; Sienna. Joker had her! He let out a frustrated growl and dragged the man, by his foot, out of his office and down the hall into a nearby room.. Then he set out after Sienna.

The elevator doors screeched open to reveal a woman inside. But it wasn't the woman he was looking for.

"Hey there docta Crane!" Chirped the woman in her thick New-York accent, "Mista J was exepctin you!" She let out a little giggle.

"I don't have time for this, Quinn!" Exclaimed Scarecrow. He grabbed her neck and slamed her into the elevator wall.

"Well there's no need to be mean about it!" She roared back.

Scarecrow took a step forward to grab her again, but she jumped into the air, placed her hand on his shoulder, and flipped over his head, landing neatly behind him.

"Tah-tah now!" She cooed before running out of the double doors at the far end of the room, occasionally front-flipping or cartwheeling. Scarecrow ran after her, but she was far too atheletic for him to keep up with, but he managed to track her the whole way to the exit.

Oh great. Said Jon from inside Scarecrow's head, leaving our office unattended.

Scarecrow ignored him and stepped outside.