One by one Bane's men were interrogated but none of them cracked. The Gotham police department was getting tired of the silent criminals that once served Bane. Even though he was in the most secured cell in Black Gate, they had to make sure there was nothing else that he was planning. The police already searched their bases and their belongings but there was nothing that would give a clue for any further plans. But that didn't stop the Commissioner. He wanted to make sure that there is nothing else, even if he had to question every single man for hours on end. Time was of the essence since all the crime seemed to have stopped once Gotham was free again, but Gordon knew that they would begin again soon.
About over twenty men were left and it would take over an hour just to get a name out of one. So it would be a long night for Gotham's Commissioner. Three men came in and said nothing only waiting for death now that their deed was done. And when Gordon almost lost all hope that someone was going to rat Bane out one man decided to speak.
His name was Harry; he walked into the interrogation room as cocky as ever, smiling and walking like he owned the place. He was placed on the other side of the table that Gordon was sitting at and the questioning began, "So you want to know what Bane is up to?"
"Yes," exclaimed Gordon.
"Well, see as there is no harm to telling you anything now that you got our leader in chains, maybe I can tell you a thing or two."
"Tell us everything you know," Commissioner Gordon said as he leaned forward in his chair ready to take in all the information.
"I don't know a thing," Harry laughed a deep laugh as he saw the Commissioner sighed in disappointment.
"Hey what do you expect from us? All I had to do was wave a gun around to make sure no did anything. Besides, why do you think he would tell us anything?"
"You worked for him," Gordon raised his voice, "You had to execute his orders. You must know something."
"Well, I don't know shit, so don't say that I do," Harry said defensively.
"Then can you tell us what Bane was doing during the time Gotham was imprisoned?" asked Gordon trying to go back to being the good cop.
"He didn't really do much, just walk around, gave people orders, and killed anyone who defied him. I would guess nothing out of the ordinary," Harry said nonchalantly as he laid back in his chair.
"Did he have any right hand man or someone he kept close that might know something?"
Harry stared into the eyes of Gordon and gave him a smirk.
"Answer me Harry."
"Alright, I was just thinking. Yea, he did have someone, but I don't think she'll know anything."
"Who?" Gordon asked pulling out his pen to write down whatever Harry was about to tell him.
"It was just some girl that was around, she was basically his pet."
"Pet? What do you mean by pet?" asked Gordon with a confused look on his face.
"Pet as in Bane just kept her. He literally picked her off the street and kept her, like a dog. He probably kept her because she killed like a dozen of his men. But I do know he abused her."
"Abused her? Bane just picked her up so that he could beat her?"
"Well," Harry picked at his teeth with his thumbnail as he thought back, "I don't think so. It wasn't on a regular basis. It would just be every once in a while that she would show up with bruises on her arms. Maybe he was punishing her for killing his men or she was his own personal punching bag."
"Wait, she killed some of you?"
"Yea, but she did it to protect herself because those men were planning to rape her. I guess it's understandable as to why she would do it."
"What was her name?" asked Gordon.
"She called herself, Lee. But I'm pretty sure that wasn't her name."
"Did you ever speak to her?"
"We weren't supposed to, Bane's orders. We had to protect her, make sure she never gone out to far from our base and nothing else. You know at first I thought Bane was sleeping with the girl but there was no way that could happen. Don't get me wrong she was about maybe her early twenties, but she was his pet nothing more. He would talk to her about the League of Shadows and what we do. And she would just listen and followed him around. But she must've been valuable somehow because someone tried to kill her once. They stabbed her in the stomach and Bane went ape shit on the guy who tried to do it. She was sick too. She always needed medication, but I don't know what she was on or what she was sick with. That's why we had to take extra care for her."
"Do you think they were related somehow?"
"No. Like I said she was his pet."
Gordon let out a small breath as he felt like he was holding his breath the whole time he was talking, "Where is she now?"
"Who knows, she might still be here in Gotham but she might not be. Because the day before the bomb went off Bane gave her some money and let her escape from Gotham."
"She never said where she was going? Or where she was from?"
"Nope, none of us knew a thing about her. But I can give you a description of what she looks like. She had short red hair, brown eyes, and she got a beautiful voice. She could sing but she wasn't trying to be a singer or anything. And that's all I got for you."
"Thank you for your cooperation," said Gordon knowing that was all they were going to get out of Harry.
"Wait," said Harry, "I do know one thing that could probably help you find her."
"Why are you telling us these things?" asked Gordon, "You were all loyal to Bane to not say anything about his plans, why are you telling us now?"
"This wasn't Bane's plan," said Harry, "it was hers. And she said she could help me if I told you guys about her and get her name in."
"Help you with what?" asked Gordon.
"To help me escape from the League of Shadows. And go on with my life."
"Ok, what does she want us to know?"
"She said she's going to meet the Batman without his mask."
They sat in silence for a while with Gordon wondering how much Lee knew. Does she really know that Batman was still alive? It could possibly be a trap for Batman or Bruce. Harry was then released back into his cell and everything Harry said was written down and taken into files for further investigation. Gordon just went back to interrogating the rest of the group without anymore words coming from them.
About a thousand miles away, Bruce Wayne stayed on his own private island where he could hide from the world. But even though he disappeared he couldn't keep his eyes away from Gotham in the aftermath of Bane's destruction. He went into his office and pulled the police files from his computer and watched the files being moved around by the commissioner. Bruce saw every detail of the interrogation of Harry. Pictures were flashing on the screen of the different women that fit the description that Harry gave to Gordon. Sitting back in his chair Bruce also wondered about this Lee that could possibly know who he was and if she knew that he was alive.
"How are the Commissioner's interrogations going Master Bruce?" Alfred said coming behind Bruce with his usual tea that he drank during the late nights like this, "I didn't expect you to be trying to watch all of them."
"Gordon actually got a break from one of Bane's men," Bruce pulled up his own screen looking at the list of residence that survived in Gotham during its imprisonment, "Apparently Bane had a right hand man or should I say woman that knows who I am and she's going to meet me soon."
"How soon?"
"I don't know, he didn't say."
"Well once you find out I'll make up the guest bedroom."
"It could be a trap from Bane to see if I'm still alive," Bruce said taking a sip of his tea.
"It could be possible sir. But no one knows that you're here except for Mr. Fox and Ms. Kyle," Alfred said as he handed Bruce a newspaper that was sent in from Gotham.
"Or Bane wants me to find her."
"I would just let the Commissioner find her and see what she knows."
"But it seems I beat him to the punch."
"Why would you say that sir?"
"Because I think that this girl is trying to buy part of my company," Bruce handed Alfred the newspaper and on the front page showed a red headed woman leaving the Wayne Enterprises building and the article saying 'Ms. Kaylee Night, daughter of Ralph Night owner of the Night metal company was seen leaving Wayne Enterprises with about a quarter of ownership of the company.'
"Ralph Night, that name sounds familiar," Alfred said while still reading through the article.
"He died five years ago," said Bruce as he pulled up files of Kaylee Night on his computer, "And his company failed right after his death because he didn't have anyone to give it to."
"So this Kaylee might not be his daughter."
"No she is. I've heard about her. She was always overseas though and her father wanted to pass down his company to a son. But he didn't have one so she didn't get anything. It seems now she's got all of his money."
"I guess that's good for her then," Alfred said putting the newspaper down in front of Bruce, "So what do you suppose we do about her Master Wayne?"
"I say we bring her here so that we might get some answers about why she wants to meet me."
"Are you sure you want to do that sir? She might tell somebody that you're here."
"Then I'll go to her."
Alfred sighed, "I'll get your bags ready sir."