An hour later there was a ruckus outside and Amara looked outside and saw a flaming figure fall to the ground from the building across the street. She saw that the figure was Batman and she peered at the open window across the way and motioned her arms in a what the fuck kind of fashion at Jonathon who was wearing the scarecrow mask.

Amara sent Danny home a few minutes before Jonathon came back. Jonathon was wet from the rain and he was breathing deeply.

"Jon what the hell was that?"

"Batman was there. I ordered the stuff to be destroyed and he was there. I gassed him but I think he knew who I was."

"Let's just see what happens okay?" Amara brought him a towel and started to dry his hair. "I love it when your hair is in disarray." She smiled at him and he huffed at her indignantly.

Two days later Amara had received a phone call from Alfred Pennyworth. He was asking if she was coming to Bruce's birthday party. She hadn't heard anything from her brother in a while but now she groaned in dismay. The same time she got a call from Alfred, Jonathon got a phone call from Arkham that Rachel Dawes was looking into why Falcone was put into the asylum.

Jonathon said that he would be there shortly and hung up the phone. He knew, somehow he knew everything was falling apart. Everything was ready to go for the league but it looked like he was living on borrowed time. He wasn't about to tell Amara that he probably wasn't going to be a free man for long.

"Rachel is getting too close Amara." He warned her and Amara closed her eyes. "I may have no choice but to gas her."

"She's my friend Jonathon. If you can get her to back off please do it. If you can't get her to back off, just gas her enough so that it would seem like a bad dream." Amara pled with him and he looked at her sadly. "I have to go to my brother's birthday party."

"Try not to kill him then." Jonathon kissed her, when she walked away he grabbed her back to him kissing her again like he wouldn't get to do it again. "If everything goes down the drain, I want you to tell them I made you do everything."

"But Jonathon…" Amara was being kissed again.

"If I'm caught I am going to say some nasty things, about and to you. All I ask is that you remember how much I love you."

"What is going on?" Amara asked him worriedly.

"Please just tell me that you love me." Jonathon Crane asked her quietly.

"Of course Jonathon." Amara looked at him and hugged him. "I love you, and I always will."

Bruce Wayne had just watched Rachel Dawes walk away and he looked at the arrow head they fought over all those years ago. He frowned when he heard her use the name Crane in her cell phone and he flashed to the flat he had been gassed.

'Destroy all traces…'

Bruce's face paled he knew he had heard that voice before.

"Son of a bitch! ALFRED!" Bruce raced through the manor and told the older man that the guy sounded like Jonathon Crane before he had been gassed. Alfred paled also and he frowned.

"Master Wayne what about your party guests? Is Amara in danger?" Alfred asked worriedly.

"Keep them entertained tell them that joke you know. As for Amara she maybe part of this whole thing."

"She is coming to the party." Alfred mentioned and Bruce froze.

"don't let her out of your sight Alfred, if she's a part of the plan she will pay like the rest of them."

Amara stood in the middle of the large manor surrounded by party guests. She sipped on some champagne and shook her head.

"It is so like him to not even show to his own birthday party." She spoke to Alfred and just watched her.

"Your brother had some last minute preparations to do." Alfred offered and she smiled sadly.

"You always did make the worse excuses for him Alfred." She mentioned and Alfred moved off to talk to Lucius Fox.

Amara sighed in dismay and felt somebody place a hard object against her back making her freeze.

"Amara Wayne I presume?" A crisp accent reached her ears and she slowly turned her head to see an older man glancing at her with a calculating gaze. He would've been handsome had he 'not' been holding a gun to her back.

"Do I know you?" She asked calmly as she looked around for Alfred.

"By name only my dear. Ra's al Ghul." The man stated simply and Amara paled slightly. "I am sorry to inform you that Doctor Crane is no longer in the picture."

"What do you mean?" Amara asked with wide eyes.

"as we speak I believe Doctor Crane is being arrested at Arkham. The thing is, he managed to get caught before he set the final phase into action. That's what we need 'you' for." Ra's was now gripping her upper arm hard enough to bruise.

"You think I'm just going to go with you?" Amara asked incredulously.

"Take a look around the perimeter of the room." Ra's mentioned calmly and Amara looked seeing men that hadn't been there before. "You don't come with us, I will give the word and my men will open fire on all of these people."

"What could you possibly need 'me' for?" She asked befuddled and Ra's leaned close to her ear.

"Leverage." He handed her off to one of his men who forced her out of the front door and into an armored van.