Edward's P.O.V.

I sat there in shock after Jon stormed out, it'd never crossed my mind that he'd feel that strongly about me, not once. After I'd managed to snap myself out of it, I debated going after him and apologizing. I eventually decided to take the cowards way out and instead throw myself into my work. It helped keep my mind off of that, but it really wasn't much better.

The news was still going on about Ridley, the rumors and speculations getting more and more out of hand. It made me sick, but then again, the news in Gotham was as corrupted as the politicians. They'd never gotten anything remotely accurate about any of us, not even once. They just got one little tidbit of information and ran with it, not caring if it's factual, and often making things up where there was none.

In other, more interesting and factual news, I figured out how Batman's new sidekicks were. I'd already suspected that Barbara Gordon would be apart of things considering how close her father was to the Bat. So imagine to my pleasant, if not irritated, surprise when I found out she was what the public now called Batgirl.

The new robin was more of an issue, as there wasn't a lot to go off of, at least not at first. Even then, it would be hard to get any information on him. What I did get, made me wonder if it would be wise to tell Ridley. I was certain that she had no idea that she had a brother, and while that was understandable, I didn't think telling her right now was the best as she was just coming to terms with other things. On top of that, her brother's history and current alliances made even me question somethings.

It was odd that Bruce Wayne didn't even know that he had a son until recently, considering who the mother was though... I tried not to think too much about people's reasons for things unless it directly pertain to me or my situation, and bruce Wayne having a relationship with Talia Al Ghul fell into the category of not wanting to understand; at least not yet.

Around three, Query and Echo came in, finished with the tasks that I had assigned them to.

"It's confirmed that Damian Wayne is currently living with his father," Query said, "though it doesn't seem that he is keen on announcing such a thing to the public. You already knew that though."

I nodded absentmindedly as I flipped though a few of the cameras I had set up, "Of course I did, I merely needed an eye witness account to prove it."

"You might be interested in something that we picked up on our way back," Echo added.

"What might that be?" I asked.

"You're telling me that you don't know?" Echo asked, eyes widening.

Ugh, sometimes they were just annoying.

"You'll never know unless you tell me and I respond to it," I said dully.

"We picked up some major activity at the GCPD," Query said, elbowing Echo to be quiet. "Seems like there was a large explosion near the Narrows. They still can't figure out what caused it."

"Where outside the Narrows?" An unsettling feeling settled in my stomach and I realized that Ridley had made no move to drag me out of my work as she usually did, granted, it was usually either Jon or Selina that did it, but Ridley too had taken up the job.

Echo rattled off the address but I stopped listening almost immediately. No... not that.

"Looks like he didn't know about it," Query remarked, though I barely heard her as I ran up to the loft above my room and logged into one of the more private computers that I only used in emergencies.

"What do you want us to do?" Echo called up.

"Just... just keep me posted," I said in distraction. No... I had to figure this out. It couldn't be...

I didn't notice the two cast concerned looks before heading out.

Once I was logged in, I checked the camera that I had placed in Ridley's room. Nothing. Ok, ok. Calm down, she's probably just in another part of the warehouse.

Searching the other cameras I had, I didn't find anything. Not Selina, not Jon, and certainly not Ridley. Of course Jon could be in his lab... The one place where I didn't have cameras due to him being picky about it.

Well... I really didn't want to but...

I quickly checked the camera overlooking that house and my stomach dropped. No...

The house that Anna had lived in was smoking and the police surrounded the perimeter. Who would've... No one knew about the importance or meaning of that place except... Jon.

But why...? Rache. Of course, revenge, but—

I cursed. Why hadn't I thought of that? Jon was completely within the parameters of doing something so reckless just to get back at me, not caring about who else got in the line of fire.

Hands shaking, I switched back to the camera in Ridley's room and rewound the recording. She was there, at her desk, writing something in her notebook. I fought the urge to go there now and find out what it was, but I needed to gather all the facts first.

Ok, she left her room an hour into the recording. Then where did she...

Something clicked in my brain. Why hadn't I thought of that? All the facts and information was in front of me, and I could draw my own conclusions. Jon must've took Ridley back to her old home and either helped her, which was unlikely, or he killed her. Wait, not, don't think about that. I shook my head violently and took a deep breath. I was jumping to conclusions and that didn't do any good.

I felt it though, I knew that Jon had something to do with Ridley missing and the fire. Motive was easy, it was... it was my fault. I had caused this, and now I had to fix it, but first...

Picking up my phone on the side of the table I dialed Selina's number.

"Edward?" she asked, picking up on the first ring. "I know that if you're calling it's important, but I'm kind of in the middle of—"

"Is Ridley with you?" I interrupted.

"No?" Selina said. "Edward you know that I wouldn't—"

I hung up.

I gathered my scattered thoughts and tried to calm my rising panic. Next stop: Ridley's room.

Pushing the door to her room open, I hurried in, knowing she probably wouldn't mind me barging in. If she got kidnapped again...

Her desk. The papers stacked neatly on the edge. I scrambled through them, eyes darting as I took it all in. shit shit shit. No. She couldn't have. I knew she was smart, but this... This was too much. For her, for me. Mostly for me because I didn't want to deal with everything it would bring.

But why go to Jon about everything instead of me? Granted, I probably would've tried to get out of it, and maybe... Well Jon wasn't exactly the nicest to Ridley and the reason why was made clear recently. Maybe she thought she could try and bond with him because she knew no answers would come from me?

What happened to them though? Going back to my room, I checked up on the news, just to see what they had to say. Despite what I had initially thought, the news was really the only thing that us Rouges could keep up with safely.

"No one was found inside the building," a reporter was saying, standing outside of the wreckage, "thought it's believed that a few Rouges were involved. Traces of Scarecrow's Fear Toxin have been found and police believe that was what set off the explosion. It's not known why such an attack has happened, but it's not the first time this particular house has seen horrors."

I turned it off then, not wanting to hear about what I already knew about. I'd worked that case despite the departments best interest. I could still see the destruction if I closed my eyes. I needed to stop thinking about that. Bringing up the past wasn't a good thing to do. Especially right now.

I jumped when my phone went off and I grabbed it before turning it on. It was Echo.

Echo: Hey, we just found some more information about all this, Mad Hatter said that Scarecrow's dumped on a rooftop overlooking 4th and Main. What do you want us to do?

Edward: Let me handle it. Stay away and I'll be there as soon as I can.

Echo sent me the exact address and I commited it to memory before shutting my phone off. I then realized that I had a decision to make. The obvious one would to go where Echo and Query had said Jon was. He would have the answers I wanted, and I couldn't care less if he didn't tell me, I would beat it out of him if I had to.

Making my decision, I put on my gear and grabbed the revolver I had before slipping it into a pocket. Hopefully I wouldn't have to use it, but anything goes. I wasn't going with any backup, but it was just Jon. Well, and Scarecrow; the latter had me more worried.

Upon reaching the building that Echo had given me the address to, I clambered up the fire escape and hopped onto the roof. Where... There. I spotted Jon slumped against the edge of the roof, unmoving.

No...

I rushed over and dropped to my knees.

"Jon?"

No response.

"Jonathan Crane!"

I shook him roughly. Nothing.

Damnit.

I ran my hands over his body searching for any wounds or outside bleeding. Finding nothing, my concern was lessened slightly.

Lifting up one of his eyelids I noted the dilated pupils. Ok, this was just something that I'd run into when I had worked at the GCPD. Nothing more. Find the evidence and analyze it. Only this time I didn't have the resources that I had then. Dilated pupils... I leaned down and listened to his breathing. Shallow, but there. I could work with that.

"Get up!" I slapped him upside the head.