Old Dog, New Tricks ((RP with Joanna Crane))

It had been quite some time since Thomas had arrived in this timeline. The timeline that Barry Allen had told him was the one it was meant to be. His son Bruce was alive, Atlantis and Themyscira were at peace, the Justice League existed. The way everything was meant to be. Except for one thing. He was here. In a place he didn't belong. The Thomas Wayne of this timeline was murdered alongside his wife Martha, their son avenging their deaths as Batman. In the timeline where he was from however, none of this existed. Bruce was the one killed that night. Thomas was the one to take up the mantle of the Batman. There was no Justice League, there was no Superman, there was no peace between the Atlanteans and Amazons. In fact, it was due to their war that Thomas' world was supposed to have been destroyed. It was the last thing he remembered seeing before what he knew for certain was his inevitable death. 

Which is why he was still perplexed as to why he was here right now. In this world. This timeline. Why was he alive? What happened to his world? Did it survive? These answers still eluded him. One thing was for certain however. Should he ever make it back to his world, on the off chance that it wasn't destroyed, he would need to find out how to end the war. To stop Arthur and Diana and prevent his world's destruction. Surely he was brought back for a purpose and he aimed to find out just what that purpose was. 

To do this, Thomas had begun formulating a plan. He still hadn't yet encountered his son Bruce and was careful to cover his tracks to keep it that way. He had found a safe place to store his own Batsuit and gear. It was easy enough to get around at night and thankfully he hadn't run into much trouble. During the daytime however was a bit trickier. Most people knew that Thomas Wayne was dead. But from what he knew about the Thomas of this world, he would surely be recognized should he be spotted out in public. Thankfully he had ways to disguise himself. Having grown out his facial hair and thanks to a few prosthetics and makeup he made himself largely unrecognizable to the general population. This was useful for getting around in public. 

Thanks in large part to Selina Kyle, whom he had encountered by accident on his first night and became allies with, Thomas was able to make use of uninhabited apartment building to use as his main base of operations. With her help he had gathered various equipment, computers and other gear to help him in his mission. While it wasn't as fancy nor high-tech as Bruce's Bat-computers it was enough to do the job he needed for now. He had spent the last several nights formulating battle plans. On the chance his world had survived and the war wasn't over he needed to know how to stop Arthur and Diana. He figured he would figure that out after he meets his son. In the meantime, Thomas had taken the opportunities to study this world's various criminals should he have to deal with them again back in his own timeline. In learning this new approach gave him new ways to deal with his own enemies back home, learn new tactics and different methods should he have to fight them again. 

In his research he came across a name that rang a bell. Crane. Back on his world he had a Crane, Jonathan Crane. The Scarecrow. Thomas had multiple dealings with this menace before he had put a permanent end to him once and for all. As he normally did for most of his foes. Knowing that he shouldn't get involved with the criminals here as to avoid unwanted attention he tried to avoid them when he could. But from taking a deep dive into this Crane he discovered something different. This wasn't Jonathan Crane. Not the Scarecrow that he knew. Rather this Crane appeared to be some one different. Her name was Joanna Crane, a professor at Gotham University. Her initial profile didn't scream super villain per se, but it was enough to pique Thomas' interests. This Crane seemed approachable, held a public job. But something still felt off. Thomas needed to learn more. 

Which led him to where he was now. Thomas had been surveying the university from afar. When nighttime fell, he watched as the last couple members of the staff and a few students had left for the night, saying their goodbyes to Joanna outside. Rather than get into her own car for the drive home however, Thomas watched as Joanna made her way to a different part of the campus. He had since changed into his signature suit, grappling up to the rooftops to take up survelliance