Jasmine was dreaming about her brother. She was six years older than him. Her brother Harry was one of her main reasons for staying alive. She was dreaming about her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her brother had started his first year and was doing all the things a boy his age should she remembered.
With a sudden awareness her eyes snapped open. She was in her cell in the prison she had been sent to in her quest to understand how the criminal mind worked. She was the only woman in the entire place so to protect herself she learned to fight with out her magic. She was allowed very little clothing and no coat. She looked through the bars to her right and saw that Bruce (the man who had helped her defend herself since he had arrived) looked like he was waking from a nightmare.
"Did you have dream?" asked the man sitting in the cell with him
"Nightmare." he said before sitting up
"Worse than this place?" the other man asked
Jasmine and the others were led out of their cells to go to breakfast and she stuck close to the two men as they walked outside. They joined the line to get the food when Jasmine and the two men looked up to see a big man walking toward them with several others behind him.
"They are going to fight you both." said the third man
"Again?" said Jasmine
"Until they kill you both." he replied as food was dumped in their bowls
"Can they kill us before breakfast?" Bruce questioned rhetorically before their bowls were knocked out of their hands.
"You are in hell, little man." said the big man before punching Bruce in the face. He then grabbed Bruce by his hair and said, "And I am the devil" before punching Bruce again.
Bruce stood up and stood back to back with Jasmine before saying, "You're not the devil. You're practice."
Both Bruce and Jasmine were fighting three each and seemed to be winning as they tumbled down the hill and into the mud. After a few minutes of fighting the guards shot their guns and grabbed Bruce and Jasmine.
"Separation!" shouted one of them
"Why?" said Bruce
"For protection!" said the guard
"We don't need protection." said Jasmine
"Protection for them!" said one of the other guards
Bruce and Jasmine were both dragged down to the room used for solitary, Bruce was shoved in first and landed on the floor and Jasmine was pushed in on top of him. Bruce helped Jasmine up and they headed over to the water spigot.
"Are you both so desperate to fight criminals that you lock yourself in to take them on one at a time?" came a voice from by the door
"Actually, there were seven of them." said Bruce before kneeling down
"I counted six, Mr. Wayne." said the man
Both Bruce and Jasmine turned to look at him.
"How do you know my name?" Bruce asked suspiciously
"The world is too small for people like Bruce Wayne and Jasmine Potter to disappear no matter how deep they choose to sink." the man replied
"Who are you?" Jasmine asked
"My name is merely Ducard, but I speak for Ra's al Ghul a man greatly feared by the criminal underworld. A man who can offer you both a path." said Ducard
"What makes you think we need a path?" Bruce asked
"Someone like you is only here by choice. You have been exploring the criminal fraternity, but whatever your original intentions, you both have become truly lost." said Ducard quietly
"And what path can Ra's al Ghul offer?" asked Jasmine
"The path of two people who share his hatred of evil, and wishes to serve true justice. The path of the League of Shadows." replied Ducard.
Bruce chuckled and said with a smile, "You're vigilantes."
"No, no, no. A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification. He can be destroyed or locked up. But if you make yourselves more than just a man or a woman, if you devote yourselves to an ideal, and if they can not stop you then you become something else entirely." Said Ducard
"Which is?" Jasmine asked
"Legend, Miss Potter. Tomorrow you will both be released. If you are bored of brawling with petty thieves and want to achieve something there is a rare blue flower that grows on the eastern slopes. Each of you pick one of these flowers. If you can carry it to the top of the mountain you may find what you both were looking for in the first place." said Ducard before banging on the door.
"And what was it we were looking for?" asked Bruce
"Only you can know that." he said before walking out.
After sitting in silence Jasmine turned to Bruce and examined his face closely. He had numerous cuts and bruises on his face and probably other places as well.
"Take off your jacket and shirt. Let me see if you have any serious injuries." she said to him
Bruce stood and slowly peeled off the requested layers. Jasmine grabbed one of the cloths she had cleaned while listening to Ducard and started to clean the blood off of his face and neck. She was startled when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him in a very passionate kiss. She had never been kissed like this before and just melted into his embrace wrapping her arms around his neck. They slowly pulled back for the kiss due to lack of oxygen and rested their foreheads together breathing hard.
"Are we going to do what he said tomorrow?" Jasmine asked him quietly
"I think it is worth checking out." he replied
Jasmine stayed huddled with Bruce through the rest of the day and night to stay warm. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around her as though to protect her from harm. The next morning they were thrown into a truck and driven for a while before being thrown out as it was still moving. Bruce helped Jasmine up and together they started walking. It took them a day to get to where the flowers were but as requested they each picked one and put it on their person. It took them another day to reach a village on the mountain.
As they walked through the village people dropped what they were doing and ran in doors but one old man was brave enough to say something.
"You turn back. You go back."
Bruce and Jasmine ignored him and kept on walking. They kept walking through the night and by morning the could see a huge manor. The closer they got to it the more tired they seemed to be, but at last they arrived. Bruce pounded on the door twice and with a groaning sound the doors opened showing a candle lit hall and room beyond. They both staggered into the room and saw a man sitting in a chair at the far end of the room.
"Ra's al Ghul?" Bruce asked breathing hard and walking farther into the room.
Both Bruce and Jasmine turned to look back at the door as they heard it shut. A man was putting a log across the door as other's closed in on the two of them.
"Wait." said Ducard coming into view. The man in the chair said something in Chinese.
"What are you seeking?" Ducard translated
"We seek the means to fight injustice." said Bruce
"To turn fear against those who pray on the fearful." Jasmine finished
Ducard walked closer to them and watched as they pulled out the flowers. He took them and showed the man sitting in the chair. He said something else in Chinese.
"To manipulate the fears in others you must first master your own. Are you ready to begin?"
"We can… we can barely stand." Bruce gasped
"Death does not wait for you to be ready!" said Ducard as he kicked Bruce in the chest. One of the men can forward to take on Jasmine but she was ready for him.
"Death is not considerate or fair!" said Ducard kicking Bruce. Jasmine was on her back on the floor but managed to kick the legs out from under her opponent.
"And make no mistake, here you face death." said Ducard swinging another kick at Bruce but keeping his balance as Bruce caught his leg. Bruce got to his feet and started to fight back.
"Tiger." said Ducard as he and Bruce fought. "Jujistu. Panther. You are skilled. But this is not a dance." before head butting Bruce, Jasmine was already on the ground unconscious
"And you are afraid. But not of me." said Ducard kneeling down next to Bruce. "Tell us, Mr. Wayne what do you and Miss Potter fear?" he tucked the two flowers into Bruce's coat.