Extracts from the journal of Evie Green. 24th September, 1975

I looked out the window to the streets as my beloved Henry walked in.

'Good morning, dear.' he said.

'Looks like rain.' I replied as I looked back to him. We embraced.

'I have a task for you.' he said, holding up a letter.

'About time.' I said, immediately realising how much like Jacob I sounded.

'The letter reads: "Dear Mr. Green, I have a great fear that one of the members of Wayne Industries' is scheming to take my life. Three days ago, the day today being the 21st, our carriage was rammed off of the bridge. Me and my wife, Martha, just managed to survive, though feel a cold coming on. I have heard that you have people with a very "intimidating" skillset, and I hope that you may be able to protect my family until we get to the bottom of this. On the 26th of September, I'm taking Martha and my son, Bruce, out to the theatre. - Thomas Wayne"' Henry read aloud.

'Where can I find the Wayne's?' I asked him.

'They have a home in Westminister.' Henry began to debrief me of my mission. A few minutes later, I changed from my robe into my assassin's garments.

Once I'd gotten back on the rooftop, I could smell the alcohol in the air, and I could hear bottles being smashed - though it was only 8am. I smiled. No where better than London, I thought.

I decided to travel my way to the Wayne Household on foot. It took a few minutes to get there, but once I did, I saw the family crest, a large "W" on the front door, of which was painted a dark blue.

I walked across the road and knocked on the door. A man in his early sixties answered.

'I'm here to see Mr. Wayne, please.' I said.

'He has no appointments for today, I'm afraid.' said the man, beginning to shut the door.

'Henry Green sent me!' I called.

I heard a voice from inside shout, 'Jarvis, let the girl in!'. I assumed it to be Mr. Wayne. The doors opened and the butler let me inside.

I walked up the stairs to see Thomas Wayne, a tall figure with a broad chin, dark hair (almost black), blue eyes and a moustache.

'What is your name, Miss…" he began.

'Mrs. Green, sir. Mrs. Evie Green.' I introduced myself.

'Well, then, Mrs Green, let's get down to business.' he looked at his wife Martha, of whom was quite beautiful. She nodded and walked out of the room and upstairs, where I believe young Bruce was.

'You said in your letter that you needed protection?' I asked him.

'Indeed, I did.'

'From whom?'

'I've consulted my friend, Mr. Abberline, of Scotland Yard. He's conducting an investigation.' he told me.

'I'll do all I can to make sure your safe, trust me.' I told him.

'It's not my safety I'm worried about, but rather my son's.' he said.

'Bruce?' I asked.

'Yes.'

'How old is he?' I inquired.

'Twelve.' he said. 'He's a very studious and mature boy, it's almost like speaking to a man.'

'I wish I could say the same of my twin brother.' I thought, apparently aloud by Thomas' facial expression. 'My brother Jacob's a bit of a hot head.' I explained.

'Uh-huh.' he nodded.

Master Bruce walked down just as Thomas nodded. He looked at me, studied me for a moment and seemed to have come to a conclusion and looked at his father.

'Why do we need a body guard?' he asked. 'Is it because of the crash?'

'Bruce, she's just a friend.' Thomas said.

'A friend with a cane sword and a revolver? You've come prepared for something, are we in any danger?' He seemed to have studied me very closely to see the cain sword. Thomas was right about him being studious.

'You're not in any danger, Master Bruce,' I said as I stood up. The boy was quite tall for his age, he looked like his father. But his eyes were far more discerning. 'My name is Evie Green, I'm helping your father with a problem in his business.'

'Can I help, too?' he asked.

'Oh, no, Bruce. We're fine by ourselves.' Thomas said.

'Alright, then. Well it was nice meeting you, Mrs. Green.' he said as he shook my hand and left the room.

'Not even I noticed it was a sword cain.' Thomas said.

I went home after we had a cup of tea and got to know each other slightly better. 'Once you know the other person better, you begin to trust them more, and it's easier to protect them.' I told him.

Once I arrived home, I saw Jacob having tea with Henry.

'Jacob!' I said.

'Evie! It's been a while.' he said as he stood up and embraced me.

'How's George?' I asked him.

'Pissed we didn't write.' Jacob said.

'I wrote.' I said.

'Pissed I didn't write.' Jacob corrected himself.

We went for a run around London, and didn't come back until late, and began to write today's journal entry.25th September, 1875

I awoke early today and went straight to the Wayne Household. I saw young Bruce about to walk out of the house to go to the markets.

'Good morning, Mrs. Green.' he greeted cheerfully.

'Quite, and you don't have to stand on formalities. Call me Evie.' I said.

'Alright, Evie.' he said. 'In that case, you can call me Bruce.'

'Well then, Bruce, I'd like to ask you a question.' I said.

'Yes?'

'How did you know it was a sword and not an ordinary cain?' I asked him.

'Oh,' he laughed. 'You're of high physique, there's no reason for you to have a cain, unless you needed a weapon, and you'd only need a weapon like that if you were in some sort of business. I overheard mother and father talking about a crash the other day and assumed you may be linked to that. Judging by the way you talked, I realised you weren't a friend, but definitely an ally. The only reason he'd have someone he'd never met before with a cain sword over for tea four days after a crash would be if he believed we were in danger and needed a bodyguard.'

I was at a loss for words, until I found a couple. 'That's remarkable! You could become the world's greatest detective one day.' I said.

'I hope to be.' he said.

He invited me in for a cup of tea, of which I accepted. Once at the table, his mother walked down. 'Good morning, Mrs. Green.' she greeted.

'It's lovely.' I replied. We talked about her life for almost an hour. When she asked about mine, I told her it wasn't a normal one.

She asked me if I wanted to go out with her. I accepted.

*Evie didn't write all that had happened that day, perhaps she was too tired.

26th December, 1875

I sat on the rooftop as I awaited the Wayne family to exit the theatre. Once they did, they went on the route I had instructed them to go to. I followed them from the rooftop.

I saw in the distance, on another rooftop, a figure in all black. I looked closer and saw a dagger in his hand.

'RUN!' I yelled out to the Wayne's. They did exactly that and ran down an alleyway.

As they escaped my sight, I ran toward the man in black. He did the same toward me.

Once we were close enough to duel, I pulled out the sword from it's scabbard and swiped at him, but he dodged and countered by grabbing the scabbard and knocking me in the head. I stumbled back, and he began to make a second attack, but I sidestepped and stabbed him through the back with the sword.

He made no noise, but instead hit me in the throat with the cain.

I couldn't breathe for a few seconds, and was in complete shock.

'What…are you?' I asked once I caught my breath.

'I have no name. Men have names, but I'm no ordinary man.' he said as the hole in his chest closed. His voice was like whispers, loud whispers. It puts chills up your spine.

'You're a dead man!' I said, pulling out my revolver and shooting all six rounds, two in the heart, two in the head, and two in the throat.

Before he could heal, I jumped up and beheaded him. It rolled off of the roof and onto the path below, the roof tiles were recoated in his blood.

I shot my rope launcher across the street and began to look for the Wayne's. I heard a gunshot and a scream from a woman, quickly followed by a second gunshot. I followed the sound in hope that the Wayne's hadn't perished.

Sadly, they had.

I looked to the path and saw Bruce kneeling over them as the assailant was running down the street. I ran after him. I was much faster than he and performed an air assassination once I'd caught up. He wasn't dead yet.

'Who sent you?' I asked him.

'I-I just wanted the pearls…' he said. 'The-The boy's eyes, his eyes, they were the eyes of the devil…' he perished then.

I walked back to Bruce.

His father was still alive - but barely. He didn't have long, a minute at most.

'B-Bruce, it'll be alright.' he said. He looked to me, 'Please, make sure he's safe. This is my last wish.' Thomas asked me.

'I promise, Mr. Wayne.' I said.

His eyes closed, and he ceased.

'No, no, no, no, you-you can't die!' Bruce yelled. I pulled him back.

'Bruce, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but we have to go. We could still be in danger.' I said. I brought him back to his home.

'Jarvis!' I yelled. Jarvis Pennyworth was the butler. I heard no answer. I looked inside the lounge room and saw his body on the floor with a throwing knife in his eye.

'Bruce, stay here.' I said. I walked over to inspect the blade. An engraving of an owl on the hilt. 'Another faction?' I wondered.

'Is Jarvis okay?' Bruce asked.

'I'm sorry, Bruce. But we need to leave here.'

'Where are we going?' he asked.

'To my home.'

We came back and I gave him Henry and my room, while Henry and I stay on the lounge. Henry and I stayed up with Bruce. Bruce has fallen asleep, as has Henry. I'm staying up tonight, just so I know we're safe here, and that's where I am now.