"Madison!"

The young woman turned around, hearing her name being called out as she looked through the hallway of the courthouse which had been situated in City Hall. She wouldn't say that she had been through a long morning. Yes, she had to sit in numerous hearings and watch her mentor speak, but, it wasn't difficult. The streets of Gotham were full of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers. Yet none of them were found in trial. They were all found moving through the city freely. It was the people who were forced into a life of crime who suffered. Gotham wasn't what it used to be.

"Yes, Miss Dawes?" Madison asked, handing the elder woman the coffee which she had requested from the coffee shop around the corner. Rachel was stood in her smart skirt suit, her hair neatly coiffed and pushed back in comparison to Madison's unruly brown locks due to the wind from outside.

"I need you to do me a favour," Rachel said and Madison noticed the brown file in her hand by her side as she sipped on her coffee, allowing a large 'ah' to sigh past her lips at the taste of freshly ground caffeine as she did so. "Thanks for the coffee."

"You're welcome," Madison said, managing to be polite as she wondered what favour was to be required from her. "What can I do for you?"

"There's this file that needs signing by the new head psychiatrist at Arkham. Apparently, he's testifying at some hearings with his expert opinion, but, he needs to sign these before he can go any further. You know; terms and conditions. That sort of thing," Rachel shrugged and Madison took the brown folder which was being pushed towards her as she juggled it in her hands along with her long red coat and she remained silent.

"And why can't this doctor come down here and sign the papers?" Madison enquired and Rachel looked at her with slight scepticism before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"He said he was too busy. They need filling out today and registering as soon as possible. That's the problem." Rachel declared, her lips forming into a tight line. "If you could get down to Arkham and have him sign these then I'd greatly appreciate it." Rachel forced a smile onto her face and Madison took a moment to think about where she was going.

"Arkham?" she checked and Rachel nodded. "That's in the Narrows."

Rachel frowned at hearing her speak like that before wondering if it would have just been quicker to the job herself.

"I'll do it if you're not comfortable with going down there," Rachel said, her voice curt as she made a grab back for the folder. Madison pulled it away from her reach, her head shaking back and forth as she did so.

"No," she said. "It's fine. I was just checking."

"Right," Rachel said, sipping her coffee again and checking her watch, remembering she had to be in court soon before she adjusted her skirt and spoke to her intern again. "So, he's called Doctor Crane. If you could do it as quickly as possible before giving the papers to Carl then that would be appreciated. I've got to go. I'll talk to you later."

Madison watched as the woman mentoring her rushed off down the corridor and she sighed to herself, pushing a hand through her hair before moving out of the corridors of the old building and then down to the car park where her small silver car sat. She threw the coffee she had brought herself into the trash, suddenly losing her need for caffeine. Finally, she managed to unlock her car before she settled herself into it, throwing her red coat onto the empty chair beside her and then placing the file on top of it next to her satchel.

The drive down to Arkham went well. The weather was becoming cooler, autumn seemed to be approaching them in Gotham, but, it was still pleasant. Madison turned the radio on to allow herself to be distracted instead of looking at the sights in the Narrows which she was passing. The metal grate on the bridge complained loudly as her car drove over it and she followed the sign for Arkham, peering around as the air seemed to suddenly chill around her.

Once she pulled up, she grabbed onto her folder and satchel, flinging it onto her shoulder before slamming her car door shut and locking it quickly, making sure it was locked before she moved up the main steps of the Asylum. The reception area was quiet, nothing to be heard except for the clicking of her heels on their tiled floor as she sought out the reception desk, the folder hugged against her chest in the cold environment.

"Excuse me?" Madison spoke, her voice hushed as the woman looked up from her computer and Madison flashed her a smile. "Hi, I'm Madison Walters from the DA's officer. I'm supposed to be here to see Doctor Crane about some paperwork?" she checked and the woman looked back to her computer, more intrigued with the gum which she was chewing as she clicked on various buttons at her keyboard.

"There's nothing in the schedule about Doctor Crane meeting with some DA," the woman replied, her boredom lacing the air as her eyes looked at Madison and the young woman ran her hand through her hair. She did it all the time when nerves got to her.

"I'm supposed to be here. Is there any chance that I can speak with Doctor Crane?"

"He's busy all day."

"I'm aware, hence why I had to come down here," Madison said, her politeness leaving her voice. "Can you page him or something?"

"He could be with a patient," she replied and Madison inhaled sharply.

"I'll just wait in his office." Madison declared and the receptionist shook her head at that. It was clear this one wasn't just going to go away. But, she wasn't letting her into his office either. Doctor Crane would have a fit if he heard about that. Then again, he may not complain once he saw her. No one really knew what he was like.

"I'll page him," the receptionist finally managed to move from her seat and Madison nodded contently at hearing that, looking around the empty corridor as she did so. It took another moment before the woman came back to her, still chewing her gum as she settled back into her seat.

"He said to wait in his office," she declared.

"And that would be where?" Madison wondered. It wasn't like there were signposts in this place.

"Down the hall and to the left," the receptionist said and Madison knew that was the end of that conversation. She walked quickly down the corridor, finding the office which contained Doctor Crane's name before she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and looking around. The room was small, a desk and a leather chair sat in front of the window and paperwork was neatly stacked on top of it. Madison placed her satchel by the wooden chair designed for visitors opposite the desk and she dropped the folder onto the wood, making sure she didn't disrupt his paperwork. A small water cooler sat in the corner and photo frames lined the wall, informing everyone just how educated and intelligent Doctor Crane was.

Madison looked at the photo frame behind his desk on the wall, leaning against the side of it as she did so. She was so intrigued that she didn't hear the door open behind her.

"You must be Miss Dawes?" a sudden voice asked and Madison jumped upright, turning around and managing to lose her footing as she tripped around the corner of his desk and stumbled to stay upright. She looked towards the man who had entered the room and she tried to contain the red embarrassment from her cheeks.

"No," she said quickly as he shut the door, remaining stood by it as he eyed her with suspicion. "I'm Madison. Madison Walters. I told the woman at reception who I was...I didn't just sneak in..."

"I never suggested that you had," he replied, his brow arched as he watched the young woman place her hands behind her back. She took in his appearance, everything from his dark hair to his neatly polished shoes. It was clear that he was a professional in his occupation. "I was expecting Miss Dawes."

"She was busy," Madison shrugged as Doctor Crane moved around the other side of the desk to sit in his chair, motioning his hand to the free one opposite him as he sat back, lacing his fingers together and watching her as she sat down, her eyes looking to the floor as she did so. "She sent me."

"I see," Jonathan replied. "And we've already established your name."

"And I know yours," Madison replied and Jonathan smirked. Of course she did.

"Considering you're here to see me then I would find it most irregular if you did not know of my name," he responded to her, his voice laden with humour and Madison had the feeling she was being mocked by him.

"Well, this is the file. It just needs the paperwork signing," Madison said, sliding the brown paper across to him as he placed his glasses further onto his nose, bending down and looking at it as he did so.

"I see," Jonathan mumbled, pulling a pen from his pocket. "Miss Dawes had more important things to do then to come down here and see me in person and so she sent her assistant."

"I'm not her assistant," Madison responded, slightly insulted he would suggest such a thing as he continued to grin at the paperwork, his neat scrawl gliding over the page as he did so. "I'm her intern."

"Ah," Jonathan spoke. "That makes sense too."

"What?" Madison wondered and Jonathan sat back in his seat, suddenly closing the file shut and sliding it back across the desk to Madison who remained confused.

"I am taking it that you also do her filing for her? Along with the fetching of coffee, of course?" Jonathan checked and Madison remained mute, her silence speaking volumes.

"They are jobs which need to be done," Madison shrugged, trying to be nonchalant as his chuckle sounded around the room once again.

"Of course," he agreed. "I am sure Miss Dawes could do them, too. She's just putting you to good use considering she doesn't see you actually becoming a DA of high quality like what is required in Gotham."

Madison stopped checking through the file which she had begun to read, making sure that he had signed it in every necessary place as her eyes glanced back up and into his and he remained straight faced, not showing any emotion until he shrugged gently.

"I'm a Psychiatrist," he informed her. "I notice these things."

"Or," Madison said, her throat dry all of a sudden, "she could be easing me into the job."

"Debateable," Jonathan declared.

"Anyway," Madison said, shaking her head and standing up, slinging her bag onto her shoulder and picking the files up as she straightened out the grey dress which she wore. "Thank you for signing these, Doctor Crane. I understand how busy your day must be."

"You're polite, too," Jonathan observed standing up and walking around his desk, pulling a plastic cup from out of the cupboard beneath his desk and then filling it up with water. "Being polite never helps you to survive in the DA's office."

"Maybe your secretary could learn a thing or two about manners, Doctor Crane," she informed him and the psychiatrist looked at her, a brow arched to the line where his dark hair flopped onto his forehead and Madison clenched her hands into fists. "And maybe you could pick some up somewhere along the line."

Jonathan watched as she stormed from the room, slamming the door shut behind her and he held the cup of water to his lips, a small smirk forming there as he thought about what he had just witnessed.

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A/N: I've already done one Crane/OC story and I loved it so much that I thought I would try another one under different circumstances. Anyway, reviews are appreciated so do let me know what you think, please!