Bruce Wayne got a rather peculiar call about 15 minutes ago.
A strange woman had came to Wayne Enterprise and requested an interview with him. And, an alarm went off about the strange woman, so Mr. Wayne did his research. And, she came up from very different points for many reasons. She had turned up in Russian, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, and American databases for many strange reasons. She has been accused of theft, murder, foul play, terrorist attacks, harassment, and other things. The most recent was for trying to steal Russian government secrets but failed and was almost captured, but the agent sent to find and capture her had failed his task.
Bruce pulled into the parking lot and climbed out, walking inside, towards the elevator, and pressed the 16th button. He did not know if she was armed or not, and he guess that she wasn't if she went up to someone and asked for his appearance, risking her getting arrested or worse. So, he went unarmed, and but still ready for whatever was to come.
When he walked in, she stood with her back to him, looking outside of the large glass window. She had on a trim, black dress, like for official work, and her hair was in black curls, pulled back in a loose ponytail with black heels. She seemed to be holding a file in one hand, but her gaze was set on the city.
"It's like overlooking a great, concrete kingdom." She says after the door had shut behind him. He did not say anything, but continued to stand where he was. She turned her head back a bit but did not face him fully.
"Do you know who I am, Mr. Wayne?"
"Yes." He replied, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Good, so you know I'm not some vulnerable, weak journalist snooping around in things you think I shouldn't." she says and turned, walking over and sat on a chair in front of the table. Bruce nodded, she did not seem to be a physical threat, and there was no sign of a weapon, yet.
"I have come asking for some info on an inmate at Arkham Asylum." She opened the folder and took out a picture, setting it on the table. "Jonathan Crane."
Bruce glanced at the picture, and the year's past events flew through his mind like a speeding bullet. He remained standing, not joining her at the table.
"Yes, what about him?" he questions, wondering why a criminal like her would be looking into a man like Jonathan Crane.
"Why was he admitted to Arkham? I mean, I've read the file, and I know it is not true." She says, setting the file on the table.
"You mean you don't know what happened this past year? The outbreak of Arkham's prisoners? The riot that happened on the same night?" he inquires, glancing from the file to her.
"I do, and I know Jonathan would not have triggered it, well, atleast not by himself." She replies, sitting straight, and proper, not a single tinge of nervousness, fear, or anything visible in her being. She was emotionless, but kept firing questions that Bruce didn't know if he should answer.
They sat in silence for atleast 5 minutes, until Bree broke it again.
"I plan on seeing Mr. Crane in a day's time. Seeing if he will be able to-" but Bruce cut her off.
"He won't be able to."
"Why not?"
Bruce didn't reply for a few minutes, in thought. "How about you come to my place tonight? I'm having a party for some governer from Tokyo or something. There, I will be happy to tell you anything you wish. And, it will be a little bit safer, for you, and I." he explains simply. Bree's eyes narrow, thinking about the possibilities that might happen.
"So, you're willing to let a full-blown criminal into your home, during a crowded party, full of witnesses who are liable to recognize me and get me sent to prison?" she says, then smirks. "I'm in. I'll be there." And she stood up, gathering her things and walking towards the door.
"Oh, and Ms. Walker?" Bruce calls, turning back to her.
She had her hand on the doorknob but turned, "Yes, Mr. Wayne?"
"Be careful who you get involved with, and who you talk about here. Especially in Gotham."
She smiles and nods, "I will, Mr. Wayne." She opened the door, but stopped once more.
"Oh, and one more thing." She says with a smile tugging at her lips.
"Yes, Ms. Walker?" Bruce says, raising an eyebrow.
"Call me Bree, for now on." She says and exits the room, the door shutting behind her.
Bruce nods, everything about her was puzzling. She didn't seem to let anyone in, or show any emotion. It reminded him of himself, when he was in training. Bruce turned to face the city again, his face heavy with the weight of the past events, but he knew everything was just beginning.