The two made it to the bus stop just in time to catch, shoving some coins into the machine. Anya walked to the back of the bus and took a seat. Luke joined her, both eyeing the passengers. Spotting a group of young boys, Anya made her way over to them. One of them turned and she recognized him as the son of a small time drug lord, also a regular to the Cage. "Hello Carter, how is your father?"

Carter smiled up at her and extended his hand for a flyer. "Not in jail or dead, so I can only assume that he's good."

Anya smirked and handed over one of the flyers. "Be sure he gets this."

Nodding the pre-teen folded up the flyer and shoved it in his pocket. The way the Cage was advertised was dangerous, Anya was aware of that. However with the constant moving of the shows, the cops could never pinpoint where they would be at next. And the information of matches was only given to trusted people. Crime lords, drug traffickers, people Mr. Green knew he could trust. And the rest of the seats were filled by friends and family members of the trusted ones.

The entire ride was made up of Anya and Luke handing out flyers to certain people on the bus. When the bus stopped in front of a small store just after crossing the bridge from the Narrows, Anya got off. Luke waved from his seat on the bus as it pulled away from the curb. Anya watched it go, until it turned the next corner. Sighing, she walked into the store. "Madison! You late!"

Those were the first words that greeted her. Looking at the clock, which hung above the beverage section, Anya rolled her eyes she was right on time. "The clock says I'm on time."

Her boss glanced up from the shelving of bags of rice and looked at her wrist watch. Pushing graying strands of hair out of her face, her small watery eyes glared at Anya. "Well my watch say you 5 minutes late. And my watch always right."

Groaning, Anya took off her jacket and beanie, and shoved them under the counter, mumbling. "Crazy miserable old bat."

Mrs. Ling shot up and hollered "What you say Madison?"

Anya gave her a sweet smile. "Only that you're as sweet as a peach bun ma'am."

Mrs. Ling eyed her, and then went back to restocking. Anya shoved a piece of gum into her mouth and pulled out a book she had brought along with her, this place didn't get a tone of business due to its location on the border line between the Narrows and the rest of Gothom. However when it did get business, it consisted of rich people buying authentic Asian food for a special supper. Apparently, Mr. Big Shot Wayne had a thing for those foods. So his butler dropped by every other week to pick up ingredients.

Anya remembered her first time meeting the kind old British man. The night before, Anya had a very bad night in the cage. She had come away from the brawl with a broken hand. So when she met Alfred she was wearing a very poorly made cast. Alfred had taken notice of how much pain Anya had been in, and insisted that she should go and see a doctor. Anya refused, so in the end Alfred took her to the Wayne Estates and made her a better cast. Anya remembered that she was suspicious of Alfred having plaster to make a suitable cast. But she didn't ask any questions.

So ever since that little incident, Anya and Alfred remained good friends. He even gave her some books that Mr. Wayne no longer held an interest in. Sometimes Alfred would insist that she come to the mansion for a cup of tea and good conversation. So, when Anya wasn't scheduled for a fight or dealing with business in the Narrows. She sat in the kitchen with Alfred Pennyworth and talked about books and cooking. This made Anya laugh even more, the feared, bloodthirsty Mad Malice having tea and discussing Dorian Grey with a man she considered a father figure.

Anya was pulled out of her thoughts when the entrance door opened with a jingle. Hmm speak of the devil, in walked Alfred Pennyworth. Closing her book, Anya popped her gum. "Mr. Pennyworth! How's life?"

Alfred looked around and laughed. "It's been splendid Anya Alexis!"

Giving him a look, Anya rolled her eyes. "Feel free to call me Anya." Alfred smiled. "But I thought your first name was Anya Alexis."

Anya shrugged. "My mother was on something when she named me, she couldn't make up her mind. Do you need anything in particular? We just received a fresh stock of squid and tofu. The tofu is good for miso soup."

Alfred nodded. "You read my mind Anya. I was planning on making Miso soup for Mr. Wayne's dinner tonight."

Anya led Alfred over to where the tofu was he also grabbed a bag of rice, and some pocky sticks. As she scanned the butler's purchases, Anya chatted with him. "So how is the reconstruction on the Wayne Mansion going?"

Alfred shook his head. "Should be finished by the New Year, if it is Master Wayne wants to throw a New Years Eve party to celebrate."

Nodding Anya to the money Alfred handed her and counted it out. After handing him back some change, she handed over the grocery bag. With a smile Alfred spoke. "There are some cook books in the library; I figured with you building your career around the culinary arts, you may want them."

Nodding, Anya escorted Alfred to the door. "Sure, I'd love them. I'll call you when I have enough time to stop by and pick them up at the flat."

The conversation over, Alfred got into his. He was about to close the driver door, but he took notice of something. "Ms. Madison, what happened to your arms?"

Eyes widening, Anya glanced down. The bruises were far more visible, they weren't as bad as the ones on the rest of her body, but they still looked suspicious. A single word ran through her mind 'shit.' Looking up at Alfred she adopted an innocent smile. "I got into a little…disagreement when I went bar hoping last night."

It wasn't something to be proud of, but getting into a bar fight was a far better prospect than the actual cause of the bruises. Last night had been rather tame, compared to her usual fights. Anya wasn't even supposed to come into work today. She received a call just before the fight. It was extra cash in her pocket, so of course she couldn't turn it down. Alfred studied her carefully. "I never pegged you as the bar hopping type."

Anya looked away. "I don't do it often, I just wanted a drink."

Alfred gave her another careful look over. "Are you sure you're ok?"

Laughing, she started to walk away. Looking over her shoulder, Anya called. "The other guy got the raw end of the deal. I'm not as weak as I look." Leaving Alfred to ponder her words, Anya returned to the market for another three hours of mind numbing nothingness. Then break, and then back to work until nine o'clock