Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 13:26:48 GMT -5
It was the belief of the valued intelligence gathering department that helped comprise the League of Assassins that no one was out of their grasp, that their movements were beyond their abilities to track and that time was the only factor in the acquisition of a target. So when it came to locating the former not so much a brother in arm but an asset to be abused when needed: Dr. Jonathan Crane, it didn't take too long for the hooves of Ra's' men to be beating down onto his hide away. A man of notoriety to such an extent as that of a fallen scientist turned phobia dealing terrorist and murderer wasn't their most difficult find to date. Previous known hideouts, locations where he could get the resources he required to operate a laboratory of some size. None of these inquiries into the criminal hub of Gotham turned up any promising leads. This was why the tracking device was installed as an insurance policy in case of a rogue departure. If it wasn't for Hariq's call they would have been forced to spend more resources on the matter and Ra's was owed his latest and perhaps last donation courtesy of the good Doctor.
The relationship between Crane and Nigma was a turbulent one reported to Ra's as one which would make any romantic comedy screenwriter envious as it was one of betrayal and admiration, two psychopaths fuelled by an intellectual stagnation to achieve, whether it be to prove themselves to be the most intelligent man in the room or the scariest. It old made sense that the wounded animal would make the Riddler's home his own as he recovered from his time in the care of Lex Luthor himself. In the past few months the League had seen fit to distance themselves from the Scarecrow, he was no longer a primary instrument in their plans but they were willing to let him defect to Luthor's side in the hope that the man would make good use of his expertise. Being that as it may before their contact with one another ceased, Ra's gave Crane one final job; to extract and replicate a serum from Man Bat which would be used to enhance a subject to super human levels of efficiency: the path to utopia would need guardians of such an impeccable calibre. A month had passed since they had last spoken, since the project deadline was set and accordingly it was time to collect the debt owed so that Crane could be free to serve another for a time.
From what surveillance had reaped, Scarecrow had hardly left the apartment since he had arrived, only once moving to Lexcorp itself. An Assassin knew the importance of patience, how best to plot and manipulate a situation accordingly. No point visiting him at the company, security risk wouldn't be worth it when a home visit could be arranged with so much more ease. And so here the Demon himself stood, at the end of a long corridor styled in an art deco theme to match the age of the building. It was subtle, not an in your face look but one which worked well. No doubt Jonathan had failed to appreciate or even notice any of this artistic design, he'd be too busy looking down at his worn shoes as he gritted his teeth under his hushed voice. He wore a silk black suit that matched the black shirt he wore beneath which in turn reflected the black and grey paisley pattern on his tie and the dark scarf that ran its way around his neck. It was February apparently but the weather in Gotham, like everything else was irresponsible with its promises of a new season. Two men with a similar absence of colour flanked him, marching in step with their glorious god of a leader. This was the room. He sighed and gave a brief tap on the door.