Bruce Wayne was doing his homework looking up Jim Gordon, Rachel Dawes, his sister and lastly Jonathon Crane. Bruce smirked sadly at the picture of Gordon. The officer had been there for him and his sister the night their parents had been murdered. Officer James Gordon had given Bruce his coat to warm up, and had made Amara some hot chocolate before telling them it would be okay. Rachel was dating her boss but was also working with the DA Office. No, what had Bruce perplexed was the numerous articles of his sister.
Amara had a business degree, and a minor degree for law and psychology. He read up on the articles about the relationship between his sister and Crane. He bit the side of his mouth at seeing what Jonathon Crane looked like.
"I don't like the look of him Alfred." Bruce mentioned while the older man walked into the room.
"That is only one picture Master Wayne." Alfred teased him lightly but somewhat agreed with the younger man. When you saw a picture of Doctor Crane it seemed like there was darkness in his eyes. 'then again.' Alfred admitted to himself, 'he has not yet seen the photos of Amara and Jonathon together.' "You should probably view the pictures of the two of them together before you make a judgment."
Bruce watched Alfred leave the room and he started looking up articles of Amara and Jonathon and sighed in defeat. There was one photo in particular that stood out the most. His sister had grown up into a beautiful young woman and he had missed it. She was being kissed on the cheek by Jonathon Crane and the smile that had been caught on her face made the photo shine.
The photos showed a disturbing darkness from Crane but it was coupled with the light that his sister shone when she smiled. Photo after photo the darkness that seemed to surround Crane started to dim as he started to smile more in the photographs. While Crane seemed to bring Amara to life, she seemed to be doing the same thing to him. The last photo had Jonathon Crane kissing Amara through a grin and the caption read: wedding bells to ring soon? Only time will tell.
Bruce pushed away the articles and photos he would have to come back to this argument later. Right now he had to get his affairs in order, so he could fight corruption at the core.
Meanwhile across the city of Gotham a few feet away from The Narrows there was a gym that specialized in fencing. An older man sat in his office reading the telegraph that he had intercepted with his hands to his lips in quiet contemplation.
:League ready to meet at the heart of the matter. Waiting for contact for final prep:
Alan Quartermain sighed tiredly and looked over at the swords on display. He stood up and sadly moved to the wall and touched the swords in a certain fashion opening up a hidden closet in the wall. He approached the small room and turned on the light and entered it. Alan lightly ran his fingers across the black clothes that rested against the wall. He tore out of the room and closed the door but not before he looked back at his old uniform from his days within the league of shadows. Alan slammed the door shut and took a deep breath before calming himself.
"I need to up her training if she is to survive this…" He muttered to himself and got to work.