So basically, Ren had passed out and Bruce had just escaped the pit after she had escaped. He thought she would be useful so he brought her along with him to Gotham and this is where they are. Plus, I added a little surprise at the end. I hope you all like it because I am not sure how I feel about it yet. I am testing the waters with stuff. :) Enjoy.

Chapter 15: Hide

Ren woke up with a shutter, her eyes fluttering in a panic and her mind wondering why the sun hadn't caught her yet. She looked around, she was on a private plane, the sun's rays obstructed by the curtains that covered each individual window. Through the shade she squinted her eyes and she could make out the faint figure of a man sitting across from her in her blurry vision. She groaned audibly and placed a hand on her throbbing forehead, her cheeks burned with a hint of the desert. The shade of the plane was much needed and very satisfying.

"Where am I?" She gasped out, her throat dry and her lips cracked and charred.

"I don't know how you will react if I tell you that." Bruce Wayne. She would never forget that charming, scratchy voice, no one would. She blinked a few times, forcing herself to sit up and white covers pooled around her waist revealing bare skin to the cool air of the plane. She looked down and noticed her nudity, grabbing the covers and not so quickly pulling them to her breasts.

"Where am I?" She asked much more forcefully this time, she heard a clink as glass met wood and her eyes turned to slits as she tried to make out the image of a scotch glass. Her eyes adjusting slowly to the dimness of the plane, she rose one hand up to touch the inner walls and closed her eyes.

"You are on a plane making its way to Gotham, where you will help me stop the bomb."

"If you take me back I will not help you stop the bomb, you will have to do that yourself." She opened her eyes with a few blinks and her vision cleared, she looked over her shoulder at Wayne. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, cleanly shaved, and he appeared almost as if the pit has done nothing to him. But the pit did something to everyone who had lived to experience it, if not on the surface, then on the inside.

"You are Ra's' daughter, are you not?"

"Yes..." She clutched the covers tighter to her body, her face clenching in a thoughtful manner. "Yes, I am."

"You want revenge for what I did to him." Bruce seemed so sure of himself, Ren shook her head.

"Wrong Child."

"So Bane wants revenge?" Her eyes darted to his. He thought Bane was Ra's' son, she nearly snorted, but now was no moment to be amused. Ren had already said too much, Bruce wasn't her game, he was Talia's.

"I will not tell you a thing." She laid back again and stared up at the ceiling of the plane. "I am not going back to save Gotham, I am going back to save my father's legacy, to save a friend and a foe, to save my sister."

"No. You are going to tell me why Bane put you in the pit. Was it for power?-"

"Wrong, Bane put me in the pit to save my life."

"From what?"

Too much said.

"No..." She tilted her head over at Bruce. "Wrong child." Bruce didn't reply to that, he wanted answers and Ren wasn't giving them to him. He would have to find them elsewhere.

"I need to save my city and you will help me." She didn't answer. "Or I will put you in prison with your brother when all of this is over." He growled between clenched teeth.

"If you wanted to put me away after this, you would have been better off throwing me back in the pit, Mr. Wayne. I never wanted revenge for you, I still don't. My Master wouldn't want me to stoop so low, find your avenger somewhere else."

"Well, I could use you to get on the inside. You know your brother better than I do."

"Of Course, but in the end..." Her hand under the covers traced the thick edge of the scar across her stomach. "Bane is mine."

"Are you going to kill him?"

"No. I will think about what to do with him until I get to that point." She replied, he shook his head in disgust.

"And while you are thinking about it..." He snapped a bit. "There are clothes in the bathroom for you and a shower. Take care of yourself."

It was night, moonlight gleaming through the clear surface of the windows. John let out a loud sigh as he entered his apartment, he pulled off his jacket and hung it on the rack beside the door. His footsteps followed him into the kitchen, where he flipped a switch and strode over to the refrigerator. He swung open the door and pulled out a carton of milk, he opened it and tilted it up towards his lips. He paused when no liquid came out, he pulled the carton away and stared at it.

"Shit." A snap came from the corner of his apartment, in the living room. His eyes shot up in the direction of the sound, his free hand instinctively posed over the gun at his hip. "Hey?" He said into the emptiness of his home, eyes focused on darkness.

Nothing.

He shook his head with a sigh and started over to the counter, he leaned against it; exhausted, aggravated, depressed. The city was falling apart and no one was there to save it. He had hope that the Batman would come back, now he just wasn't sure. The snap was heard again and that put him on alert, he grabbed his gun and aimed it in the direction of the living room.

"Okay, whoever is there. Get the fuck out of my house." There was a long moment of silence and once again John was about to the rule the sound out as a symptom of exhaustion. There was a frantic knock at the door, causing him to flinch, his shoulders seized up and his eyes shut tightly.

"Hey Blake let me in, it's important." Gordon's voice cracked the silence of his apartment in half, somehow releasing the tension within John and giving his home a much lighter air. His eyes opened, they flitted around the silhouettes of his furniture. The knocking increased in volume. "Open the damn door, Blake. It's an emergency." John shook his head vigorously to pull himself from whatever trance he had found himself.

"Uh... Yeah, I will be right there." John mindlessly place his gun on the counter and skidded across the apartment to the door, he flung it open, Gordon inviting himself in; he was in a flurry of movements and emotions, his body rigid as his usual nervous pace began to overturn his every muscle. Gordon placed his hands on his hips just beneath his grey coat, he looked around the apartment as he breathlessly stalked back and forth. John remained silent, his eyes wandering off to the dark corner of the living room. Gordon finally stopped walking back and forth, he took a deep breath and glanced over at John.

"You alright, kid?"

"I'm fine..." He nodded his head, choosing to keep his eyes in any direction away from Gordon. His voice was not at all truthful to both the Commissioner and himself. He finally lifted his gaze to Jim, nibbling on his bottom lip. "What is up?"

"They are moving the bomb. We need to go quick."

"Why are they moving it at this time?"

"That's what we are trying to find out."

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs." John hesitantly responded, Gordon nodded his head.

"Be quick." He requested before exiting the apartment, John didn't turn around. He heard a click that signaled the cocking of a gun and slowly rose his hands up.

"Who-"

"Turn around." The voice was so familiar to John, it clouded his dreams despite how much he wish it didn't. He turned around, his dark brown eyes meeting the Ocean blue that lied within her own. He cleared his throat and tilted his chin up, she was pointing the gun at him. Her strict expression unwavering and a sense of rage puddling around her vessel.

Ren was dressed with a dark palette, that of which would describe her as a whole; a long sleeved skin-tight shirt, black leggings that tucked into grey fur boots, a scar sat around her neck, it was thick, but hung loosely. She was dressed for the now more colder chill that had swept over Gotham in her absence.

"You are supposed to be dead." She remained unfazed and shook her head.

"I was..." She lowered the gun and flipped in her grasp, holding it out to him. "But not anymore and neither is your Batman." She averted her gaze to the floor, John took a deep breath and shakily grabbed the gun from her hand, he refused to show any fear in his expression.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am not on your side..." She held her hand out this time and forced herself to look into his eyes. "But I am not against it either and I came to find out that despite that fact, you will remain with me." John looked down at her hand, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and cautiously brought his hand up to shake hers. As quickly as their hands had met, they had dropped the handshake.

"Don't tell anyone that I am here. I can't risk Bane finding out before I want him to."

"What happened to you?" Ren closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose.

"I don't want to talk about it. That story will be for another day."

"How did you get in then?" Ren's lips slightly quirked up and she placed her hand on John's shoulder.

"That story will also be for another day." He licked his lips and she turned her attention to the window that lead to the fire escape. "I came to ask something of you as well. I need you to give this..." She reached into the pocket of her leggings and pulled out a thin folded piece of paper. "To Commissioner Gordon, from outsiders, they will help him." John slipped from the note from between her fingers and pushed it into the pocket of his pants.

"And what about you, where are you going?"

"I have to go and retrieve some things that were taken from me, but I will be back." She reassured, catching for some odd reason a hint of dread in the young detective's voice. She turned to go towards the window, her hand slipping from his shoulder, but John snatched her wrist to stop her.

"And what if I need you? Where will you be?"

"When you need me, I will know and I will find you." She replied in barely a whisper, her eyes looking up into his. He took a chance and closed the distance between his lips and her own. As soon as his lips touched hers, she jerked away, wide eyed and confused, staring back at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"W-What-" She looked away and reached a hand up to touch her lips absently. His kiss was warm, it sent a jolt straight through her, it scared her. She had never kissed someone before and before this, she had always wished she could kiss Bane. Whether it be on his marred skin or on the metal intricacies of his mask. Now she realized that she didn't need Bane to kiss anymore, she didn't need him to hold her, or touch her. There were plenty of other things in life to cherish; her time in the pit had taught her that, her time getting into Gotham with Wayne and more importantly, this moment. But she had one problem, one dilemma. She didn't love John, she loved Bane. She hardly even knew John and here he was, kissing her.

Her eyes looked back up into John's, she felt her breath catch at the longing in his eyes. It could have possibly been from the absence of a female counterpart, but it could have also been true. What truth? She didn't know, Ren was too naive in the matters of the heart to determine this, so she would wait to worry about it another time.

"I have to go." She whispered, John nodded. She went back to making her way towards the window, she opened it and looked out to be sure that it was clear. She looked over her shoulder at John, who was watching her intently.

"Be safe." She muttered as she jumped out, starting her way down the fire escape. John was frozen, he didn't know what to think; was he lusting after a fugitive or falling for one. He hardly knew the woman, but something pulled him towards her, she didn't know what. All understood was that he didn't know why he kissed her, but he wanted to do it again.