"Let them go." Batman's voice was cold, like usual, as he confronted the kidnapper of the family of Aaron Cash. The criminal turned slowly, showing off the highly mechanized suit made to look like…well…It looked like a metal Batman. "Who are you?" He asked the near clone in front of him, standing right where Hugo Strange was when he ordered the self-destruction of Wonder Tower the night Arkham City fell years ago.

A low, almost robotic man's voice responded to him. Batman knew it had to be a voice changer, meaning whoever this was, he wanted to keep his identity a secret. "They call me the Arkham Knight." He said, pointing to the Arkham Asylum logo on his chest. "I'm sure you'll read all about me in the research I'm sure you'll do when you return home."

"What do you want?" Batman continued his questioning.

"For now, to send a message. They say you're smart." The foe raised his hand, showing off the button in his hand. Going into detective mode, Batman followed the cord to the several packs of high explosives ready to blow hidden around them. "Connect the dots, Dark Knight."

The Arkham Knight kicked back his leg and broke the window behind him. Batman ran at him, but was too late to stop him from jumping out. Batman watched the man fall; pressing the button just before the cord went taught and snapped. Now, it wasn't a matter of getting the bad guy. It was a matter of getting out with the family safe. He grabbed the wife and son before running towards the other side of the open observation deck.

"What are you do-Ah!" Mrs. Cash screamed as they jumped out the other window, Batman quickly using his gliding skills and the propulsion of the explosion to land on a nearby building safely.

This 'Arkham Knight' was smart. But not smart enough.

Bruce was being...cautious.

Liara was beautiful. She was smart and funny and Bruce would have probably just have seen her as a normal civilian woman if she hadn't told him who she worked for. It was the League's cover company. Since she hadn't said a word about his secret, he assumed she either didn't know that he was Batman, or she didn't know who she was really working for at all, and she really was a normal civilian woman.

Either way, The League was sending a message that they were back. He didn't know yet exactly who was in charge, though. Liara had mentioned

Talia's younger sister Nyssa was the new CEO, but that didn't mean Ra's wasn't alive again, and it certainly brought up the question on whether or not Talia was alive.

He still blamed himself for her death.

When he woke up to an empty bed, he thought she had left. He was slightly disappointed. If Liara was a civilian, he would have liked to get to know her more. He got up from his nice bed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants before walking towards the stairs to the living room.

When he reached the top, he heard the sound of Vikki Vale on Gotham's morning news. He smiled a bit, happy to see his blonde bedmate sitting on the couch as he came down.

"Anything happen last night?" He asked.

"Not particularly." She said, seeming absent. Maybe she was regretting their encounter? "How did you sleep?"

"Better than usual." Bruce said honestly, coming around to join her on the couch and wrap an arm around her. "So what are you doing today?" She seemed so much less...aware than the previous night when they met. Liara seemed very much upset about something, but he couldn't figure out what.

"I have a conference call with Nyssa in two hours. I should get going soon, actually." It seemed like she couldn't get out of there fast enough.

"Well can I take you out tonight?" He needed to get more information about her. He needed to know what category she fell into; ignorant of him, or ignorant of her employer.

"I'll see what my schedule is and I'll call you." She said as she climbed out of his arm and went towards the stairs.

Bruce sighed and watched the TV, listening to the story about Jennifer Young's murder.

Dr. Young, yet another death he blamed himself for.

He stepped out of his trance when he heard Liara run up the stairs heavy footed, like she had just heard something horrible.

What was wrong? Had the news story triggered something?

That's when he remembered...Something about that night at Arkham had always puzzled him...

Why was Ra's Al Ghul's body in the morgue outside Dr. Young's office rather than the one in the medical center, and why did it disappear that night?

His eyes darted to the remote on the table. He assumed she used it to turn on the television, as most people do.

"Well, I'm off." Liara said as she trotted back down the stairs, having gotten dressed very quickly. She rushed towards the front door, almost making her escape before Bruce caught up to her.

"How are you getting back to the hotel? I can have Alfred drive you." If he was able to confirm his suspicions about her, he didn't want to run the risk of losing her by letting her take anything but something he could control.

"No, it's alright; I called a taxi it should be here soon." She gave him a nice smile and reached for the doorknob.

"I insist." He once again tried to stop her.

"There's no need." She pushed back, clearly trying to keep her cool.

Alright...if she wasn't going to take that bait, then he needed to get her to see him again. "Liara...was there something...wrong with last night?"

"No!" She said quickly. "No, of course not." The blonde smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek. "It was wonderful. I promise I'll call you later today."

Bruce let her go. Pushing her any further to stay or go with Alfred would only raise suspicions. "I look forward to it." He gave her a quick smile before letting her pass through the door.

"Goodbye, Bruce."

And with that, she was gone. The second the door closed, Bruce rushed back over to grab the remote, making sure to pick it up only at the bottom of it with two fingers as to not confuse the bat computer too much. He ran it down to the Batcave, and into the analyzer. Several fingerprints found, Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon…

Dr. Penelope Jennifer Young.