Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any character or setting contained within the Batman universe. I own nothing save for any original characters that I have created.

2014 UPDATE: When I wrote this fic in 2011, I was still quite new to the world of fanfiction and did not have much writing experience or practice beyond school assignments. I recently re-read Intoxicating and immediately noticed many, many errors—clumsy sentences, repeated words, spelling errors, etc. To be completely honest, I was kinda embarrassed! Since Intoxicating is by far my most popular fic and is still being read (according to my profile's traffic stats), I have decided to go back and rewrite it—the plot and events will remain unchanged, but I will be making some much-needed improvements. I also received quite a bit of helpful and productive critique, which I will definitely be referring to as I write. I loved writing Intoxicating and creating my OC, and I'm having just as much fun rewriting it now.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and enjoyed this story. Your support means everything to me.


"Do you trust me?" Crane's voice is soft, his question dangerous.

He weaves his fingers in between the dark strands of her hair and gently lifts her head towards his own until she is gazing into the icy blue of his eyes and his breath is hot against her skin, his lips inches away from hers.

She looks up at him with eyes reddened from sobbing, her cheeks wet and stained with black trails of mascara-tainted tears, and smiles weakly.

He cradles her in his arms and brushes his fingers up and down her spine in slow, soothing strokes. He can feel her fear, her apprehension, and he savors it in exquisite sips like a fine wine.

He allows her a few moments of still silence before questioning her again.

"Do you trust me?"

Crane feels a surge of pride as he looks into eyes full of fear and love, and waits for her to speak the words that will ensure his triumph.

"Yes," she whispers, and as she wipes away fresh tears her smile never once falters from her lips. She extends her arm forward and with calm, quiet acceptance welcomes his next move.

Her eyes never leave his as the needle presses into her arm.

She leans against Crane when she begins to feel the toxin's effects, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as the chemical burns through her bloodstream. He buries his lips in her hair as she screams, her nails digging into his skin and dragging along the flesh of his back. Crane tangles his finger in her hair and pulls her head back to crush his lips against hers, the taste of her tears slick salt on his tongue as her chest heaves against his own and her screams fill his mouth.

He kisses her until her screaming has turned into faint whimpers and she collapses against him, her breathing ragged gasps and her clothing soaked with sweat.

"Shhhh," he says, stroking her face, soothing her. "It's all over now. You're with me. Shhhh." He smiles as he looks down at his victory, her own gaze full of infatuation and awe.

"I love you," she whispers before lacing her fingers through his and bringing his hand to her lips, planting a trail of kisses along his arm.

"I know," he says, smiling.

She is his experiment, his success, his prize.

She is his.