It had been years since she had been to Gotham.
It hasn't changed much. Tatsu Yamishiro squinted against the biting wind that tugged at her hair and coat. She wrapped the trench coat tighter around her. I forgot how cold it can get here.
When she left, she hadn't intended to come back. Go figure that the League of Assassins would bring me back here.
Her search for them here in Gotham had left her here, freezing at the mouth of Crime Alley. It was too early for him to show. She sighed. Not that she could be sure that he would help her if he saw her. They hadn't parted under the best of circumstances.
She had wanted to more actively hunt down the League of Assassins and the Soultaker Sword. He had been unwilling to sacrifice his mission - no, obsession - with Gotham. Short-sighted, stubborn, impossible man. And now, fourteen years later, she had to come crawling back to him for help. Because she certainly couldn't find the League and the Sword on her own. Especially not in Gotham. And no one knew Gotham like Batman did.
Grimacing, she pulled out her cellphone and dialed the number she had looked up earlier online. At one time, she had it memorized. That time was long gone.
"Come on," she muttered softly to the air. "Don't just leave me hanging here."
No answer came.
Typical.
She sighed. "Fine." She shoved the phone into a coat pocket. "I've tried the nice way. Time for the more direct route."
It was still several hours before dark. She should be able to catch him at the mansion, maybe even in the cave. If nothing else, Alfred would be there. Alfred would be able to help her. He always had been able to before.
But first of all, she would need a mask.