It was six in the morning, your head was spinning but not so much that you couldn't realize the mistake you had made.

Jonathan Crane was the renowned Director of Arkham Asylum, handsome, maniacally intelligent... but he was a psycho, a very cute and sexy one.

He was asleep on your chest, angelic face, disheveled hair and many, many hickeys on his neck; you had slept with the bossy shorty you claimed to hate.

How clever of you, federal prosecutor...