Bree was packing her things, and quickly.
After she had gotten back she had immedeitly started packing her things after she had changed into something a bit more subtle. She had to get out of here, and quick.
She glanced at the watch on her wrist she had stolen from earlier. A very expensive Rolex, with real silver and leather. She had about 25 minutes to get out of Gotham.
She picks up her bag and sets it on the floor, walking into the living room and freezes. Bruce Wayne was standing right in the middle of it.
"What do you want?" she hisses.
"To convince you otherwise to leave." He says and shrugs.
"Listen, I thought about it, and I made my choice. I don't want to get involved with Gotham's problems. I have some of my own." She says and walks over to her purse, rifling through it.
"Crane escaped Arkham a few hours ago." Bruce says. Bree dropped her purse and slowly turned.
"What?" she hisses.
Bruce nods, sighing heavily,
"He somehow escaped shortly after you left. People are now trying to find you." He explains.
"By people, you mean the police." She snorts.
"Precisely. Just trying to make it a little bit easier." He chuckles.
"No one needs to sugar coat anything for me, sweetie." She says and turns, picking up her purse and setting it on the table.
"Do you have any idea what he might try to do? What he's even after? Besides, why should I even try to aid them in finding him?" she spat.
"The Batman is willing to go to extraordinary measures for your help." Bruce began.
"Like what?" Bree inquires, walking to the bedroom.
"Give you a clean slate, for one." Bruce offers.
"You and I both know that's not possible." She laughs.
"He thinks it's not." Bruce says. Bree walks out and stops, facing Bruce. She puts her hands on her hips.
"What does he need me to do?" she asks.
"Just help track him down again. And get him back in Arkham." Bruce explains.
"And where do I need to meet him?" she mumbles. Bruce smiles small,
"The roof of the police department. You thinking of joining?" he questions.
"Not thinking." She says and walks over to a table and presses a button, opening a secret compartment to expose her suit.
"Tell your Batman he has my full and utmost support and help."
Bree climbed up the side of the police department building silently and stealthily. She heard talking and finally jumped onto the top.
"Hello, boys." She says to the four men standing on the rooftop. She was in full gear, including her mask and belt.
"Glad you showed." Batman says and turns to her, also in full gear.
"Who's this?" says an old man with big round glasses. She guessed that was Gordon. The other two looked like just normal officers.
"The Shadowhuntress. She has ties with the Jonathan Crane disappearance." Batman replies, looking at Bree, then Gordon.
"Oh, yes, the criminal-turned-good." He says uneasily.
"I'm no criminal-turned-good, hot-shot. I just want Crane back where he belongs." She snaps.
"Now, what's the plan?" Bree grins and crosses her arms.