"Jonathan Crane." Bane nodded, another name he knew. And knew well, at that. "Considering that Sanctuary still stands whole and the people within aren't being systematically trimmed, I'm going to guess that he is also from another timeline."
When Bane had last seen Doctor Crane, the man had been sitting at a high desk, passing out sentences of exile or death to those who were brought before him. Bane had sent him many to play with.
This world was showing itself to be a disappointment more and more. The people within shadows of what they could be. Only a few, a small handful, had proven to be worthwhile. He wondered - not for the first time - if he might have more luck in New Troy.