Knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock-
"WHAT?!" Blake shouted as he flung open his apartment door, extremely tired and now very annoyed.
He was too slow to move as a fist bumped him hard in the middle of his forehead, "Crap!" He exclaimed, as he quickly brought a hand up to rub his brow, "What the hell was...that for...?"
His voice trailed off as he recognised the person standing in front of him.

Her wavy brown hair was out, falling over her shoulders, a red slide pinning back her bangs. She wore a sapphire blue jacket, brass buttons along the front and a brass-buckled belt fastened around her small waist, her legs clad in black jeans and feet in red flats, polka-dotted in white. Her brown eyes were lightly lined in black, her tanned skin contrasting against the shade.

The girl he met on the roof.
Correction. The girl Batman met on the roof.
Uh-oh.

She had a very surprised and apologetic expression on her face, "I am so sorry. I honestly didn't mean that."
"Ah, don't bother about it, it's fine." He shoved his hands in his pyjama pockets, feeling a tiny bit underdressed.
"I guess I don't know my own strength sometimes." She laughed weakly looking down at her shoes, clutching her hands behind her back.
He didn't want to ask such an awkward question but, "Um, can I help you with something...?"
She looked back up at him, her eyes flat and hard. Sighing she said, "I know why I'm here," She pointed to herself, "You know why I'm here." She pointed to him, "So let's just speed this whole process up, Mr Blake, and just take me to it."

He tried to play dumb, "Take you to what?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't play dumb with me." She said, snuffing him out and mimicking his actions, "Get dressed, look smart-you have a lady in your presence- and meet me downstairs in five minutes." She emphasized her point by pushing five outstretched fingers in his face.

He snorted, "And if I don't?" He said, more in confirmation than attempting any resistance.
"If you don't, I will personally drag your sorry butt down the stairs, shove you into your car and make you drive to 'it'."
She began to walk away, but stopped and turned back to him, "Oh, and I'll make a personal phone call to my friend, the Commissioner, if you even try and refuse."

Blake was ready and opening his passenger seat for her with a minute to spare.