This is the Sequel to the Fire Rises, you don't have to read the first one if you haven't as this can be seen as a standalone story but it would help you understand what's going on if you did, but that's up to you ^^ Bane, Luna and Arabia are in Morocco now, living how they were suppose to. However all isn't what it seems...

The Fire Rises: Out of the Darkness

Chapter 1

And so here I am, living in the compound of the League of Shadows with my newly found mother who has been locked away in Gotham's Mental Institute against her will for 12 years, and my lover and companion Bane, hmm well, need I say more about Bane; he stands at 6ft 2 and is built like a tank, he started the revolution in Gotham which did away with many of the rich and famous, even Bruce Wayne was affected. But Bane started a revolution in my life, I lived with my mom's ex - husband and for 21 years believed he was my father, but it wasn't the case, it turns out that he had deceived my mom and put her away in a mental hospital to shut her up, my real father, who happen to be Ras al Ghul had tried his hardest to save me from Bobby but he threatened my life and my father fell into depression and died believing his daughter didn't love him. To this day it still hurts; to think that he lay on his deathbed knowing that his daughter was living with his enemy and calling him dad, I hope Bobby gets spitroasted in Hell for that.

Lately I have been bored out my mind, Mom is working back in the hospital like she used to, Bane comes and goes as he pleases, claims he has "important League business", the first few months were fun, learning about the country, the people, the League of Shadows, but now, I have nothing to do, I've taken up my piano lessons again but that's it, there is only so many times you can play chopsticks. I have told Bane how I felt and he constantly blows me off, saying that I just need to get back into the swing of things. I'm not stupid, it's been six months and I haven't done anything apart from sunbathe, read and wander about the town.

So I took a stand one day when I was out in the marketplace, the market is my favourite place to be, all the different exotic foods you don't see in your bog - standard supermarket, the vibrant colours of the spices, the beautiful garments and the interesting appealing smells of the different fruit and vegetables are just amazing. I sat in the bar across from the market sipping a glass of orange juice watching as the vendors sold their wares to the public, I sighing heavily, I'm happy here but then I'm not if that makes sense, I need to be doing something with my life not sitting around sunbathing and drinking orange juice.

"You look thoughtful." The bartender smiled as he came over with another glass of orange juice.

"Just wondering what I'm doing with my life." I sighed, handing over my empty glass.

"Ah, a pretty young girl like you should be out enjoying the world, not sat here making an old bartender like me richer." He chuckled.

"I would if I could, but I have no job, no money, no chance in any kind of enjoyment." I replied, sipping the glass he pushed my way.

It was the bartender's turn to look thoughtful this time, "I tell you what, how about you work for me? I know this place isn't much but if you wish to earn some money so you can have some enjoyment, then I could use some help here."

"Seriously?" I asked. "You want to offer me a job?"

"If you want it." He nodded, giving me a friendly smile.

"Sure, I can start right now," I grinned, shooting out my seat. "You don't need to train me, I worked in a bar for four years back in Gotham."

"Excellent!" He crowed, shaking my hand. "It seems this was meant to be, My name is Kamal Yassin by the way."

"Arabia al Ghul," I said hesitating, I don't want my new employer treating me differently because of my name, but Kamal didn't even falter, he just kept on smiling, he either didn't know who the al Ghul family was or he didn't care, either way, I don't care no did I mind, I'm just glad that I have this job.

"Do I have a uniform to wear? Or should I dress modestly?" I asked.

"Hmm, no uniform, too formal. But please do dress modestly, I don't want to put you in danger if a customer has too much to drink and threatens you." He said.

"Fair enough." I nodded.

"Great you start tomorrow and I will show you around and you will meet my son Raul." He said, shaking my hand again.

"See you bright and early boss." I beamed, bounding out the bar.

I felt light as a feather as I skipped through the marketplace buying three cream tunics and two light blue headscarves with the little money I had, I would buy more with my first wages. For the first time in six months I felt like I have a purpose, I have a new job, with a new friend in a new country. What could possibly go wrong?