It had been a little over three months since Bane and he had started their truce of sorts. In those three months, there were improvements made to the city and even in the cave that Bane had been calling home.

They had made some improvements in their friendship as well. Helping each other out in both small and big ways. They worked on getting Bane's device created and running and John? John had started taking some martial arts classes.

He knew it was only a matter of time before a new crime boss came to Gotham in order to create havoc.

He was was determined to be prepared and had said as much when Bane questioned him.

His past career as an officer/detective made sure he could handle a gun. Now, he had the choice (and preference) of not using them if he could help it.

Before long, he started noticing the crime rate increase again and with it, rumors of a new crime lord.

It wasn't until the next week that Blake had anything to bring back to Bane.

It was a busy week for John Blake. When he wasn't in the cave with Bane, exploring and seeing what Bruce Wayne had left him or at the manor above the caves with the boys from the orphanage, he was talking Dr. Olsen into cremating Miranda Tate's body and lending a hand to those who needed it to help rebuild.

It was amazing for him to see the people of Gotham truly coming together to rebuild their city. He only hoped that it continued.

He had been prepared for a questioning phone call or two from Commissioner Gordon but so far hadn't heard anything other than a follow up phone call on Wednesday regarding his position or lack thereof now.

As it was, it was Saturday until Blake came into the cave with an urn underneath his arm, wondering how the other man would react.

"Bane?"