Detective Bats

Batman had arrived long before the police, however, he'd come after the fire brigade had put out the flames. A warehouse fire was always suspicious in Gotham. It had been called in by the owner of the building when they went to go in for some work; having found the building already burning. Nearly the entire place was reduced to ash and steel frames. The product they had stored within the building had mostly been cleaning chemicals according to record. He had Alfred in his earpiece at the present listing off the most relevant information. His suspicions grew once he heard that their main shipping partner was with Capricorn. The captain of the most recent vessel had gone missing once docked and the ship never left port even after 'Fear Night.' They were still cleaning up that mess and he was still looking for Crane.

He had been watching the owner of the building from a distance as they looked on at the flames being put out, one Miss Holly Kingsley, no record of her before she moved to Gotham sometime ago to attend the university. She dropped out in her first year and the only records the GCPD ever had on her was a missing persons report that she herself provided evidence against. The woman was a model citizen according to that database.

"It says here she was employed under… August Haas."

"He worked closely with Vincent Falcone." Batman was aware of that relationship; he'd known August had left Gotham after Vincent's passing but never found out more. It was not particularly important and there were many – many other pressing matters such as being poisoned by a weaponized hallucinogenic by an insane doctor and stopping the League of Shadows. He was only one man and had to prioritize.

"You don't think this young woman took his place do you?"

"It's likely Alfred. Someone had to keep records for Falcone." He knew the man's business was spread wide but it was starting to fall apart since his facilitation at Arkham Asylum, he'd already ousted a couple of enforcers and was working the nights to really drive out the drug dealers. Money keepers weren't high on his list of to-dos. Maybe they should have been.

Once the firefighters cleared out Batman took his chance to slip inside, careful of the structural damages and using a high filtration respirator. One he'd designed to use against Crane's aerosol toxin. There were large piles of ash mixed in with the chemical's powdery residue – too much to have been mere wooden pallets and only in a couple of places. Something was burned here on purpose. That something caught the great detective's eye as it was still smoldering; a scrap of yellow paper. Part of a bookie's ledger. Why would she burn it all?

At the sound of the police finally showing up he left the scene unseen with his evidence.