"Who else knows I'm here?" She watched as he drew the blood into the vile for testing. It'd been two weeks since she'd woken in the manor and agreed to accept it as shelter. She hadn't left the room, given as it had an attached bathroom. Meals were brought in regularly. Not much was ever eaten. Though Bruce kept on her with antibiotics. There was little to no effects left of whatever had landed her here in the first place.

"Just Alfred." He replied, drawing back after collecting what he needed. She had already placed the gauze to her inner elbow drawing it in against her. If he'd had the ability he'd have kept the poor older man out of all of this. Bruce had never been the type to cook. Even when he'd taken her in so young he still wasn't the type to have a great bedside manner.

"Keeping more secrets?" She grinned, raising an eyebrow as if to prove his transgressions against her.

"You've chosen to stay only as a last resort. Didn't think it was my place to go announcing you." He said bluntly.

"And my… condition?"

He side eyed her. "Not my place." He repeated. She hummed, turning to look towards the window. "The only one keeping you in this room is you."

She scoffed. "You'd give me free range of the manor? Me?"

"There's no secrets you don't already know, no files you haven't already hacked."

"True." She raised from the bed, headed to stand by the chair by the window, turning away from him.

He sighed, shoulders slumping. She'd been anything but the warm child he'd remembered the past two weeks and before that.. well watching her motionless, so on the verge had taken a toll. "I think it's time we take this to a professional." He said tiredly. He was met with a scoff and a sneer as she turned back towards him.

"And just how would we explain that?" She chuckled darkly. "Disguise me? The known playboy Bruce Wayne seen taking a teen into an OB office? Just think of the scandal, the headlines."

"I'd find a way." He said flatly. He gave up the conversation when she turned back to face out the window, raising her hand to signal that she was done talking.

Bruce shook his head, eyeing the tray on his way out. "Try to eat." He requested at the door. He sighed and left the room.

~0~

There was only so much she could get inside this room. The push up, sit ups. Boring stuff. If she didn't get out soon she was going to go crazy. Squaring her shoulders she turned the knob slowly, still expecting to find it locked. But it opened without resistance, without alarm. She peeked around it's edge carefully, examining the hallway, expecting to find some guard. Keeping her footsteps light she made her way down the halls slowly.

Shadows played on the wall from the light of the moon outside the large windows, keeping her heart pounding each time she saw anything that looked like pointy ears. The anxiety was only amplified by the eeriness of the building. The portraits seemed to be staring down at her, staring through her. She never did like half these paintings. She fought the urge to pull them from the wall, find some well hidden crevice to hide them in.

Through antique after antique and portrait after portrait filled hallway she found herself in front of a well known and still used door. Of course it wasn't locked when she turned the knob, letting herself in. Immediately she was met with the thought of how long it'd been since she'd seen the inside of this room, for as she entered the bare, cold room it reminded her nothing of the last she'd seen of it. Gone were the posters that used cover the walls. The floor wasn't covered in discarded clothes or littered with paper and junk food wrappers. The bed was neatly tucked. The only signs the room was still inhabited were the short, neatly piled stack of papers next to the laptop on a desk set to the side of the room. She ran her fingers across the top to the stack. She flipped through the pages briefly, nothing of note, or rather nothing she'd not already known. She turned to the bed.

The mattress creaked under he as she sat, running her fingers across the sheets. She inhaled deeply as a scent wafted. One that could not be replicated. It was the detergent of laundered bedding but under it was scent that could not be removed in the machine. The small of kevlar, of the cave, the oils used to maintain the weapons and cars. Gotham air and most of all just his scent under it all. She lay her head on the pillow, pulling it tight to her face, eyes closing as the scent filled her lungs, carrying out the tension with every exhale.

She lay there for longer than she should have, watching as the moon rose and again began to set as the beginning of dawn started to break on the horizon. She was hardly surprised when the door began to creak open, drawing her eyes to the figure groggily dragging himself in for the mandatory two hours of sleep before beginning the day again. She could not say the same for him when his tired brain caught up to his eyes, snapping into a defensive stance.

"Happy to see you too." She said softly, too tired, too relaxed to get defensive herself.

"What are you doing here?" He said in the 'Robin' voice, eyes roaming the room.

"No traps, no tricks this time round boy winder." She leaned back on her hands, flicking her head to the side with a soft grin as signal for him to sit. He moved closer, not dropping his guard, not taking the seat next to her as offered. Smart move. Once he was close enough she shot her foot and arms out, slipping up his feet and reaching to restrain his wrists. While caught off balance he was much more responsive than she'd have thought.

They tumbled and flipped to the bed as she'd planned but rather than her on top it was his weight pressing down on her, wrist pinned above her head in one large hand. She grinned up into the stern eyes glowering down at her through floppy bangs and shivered. It felt like an eternity since she'd felt this, that pressure, the dominance. Her heart began to race and that shivered ran down her spine, awakening all her nerve endings. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling her own from mattress below her as her mouth captured his. His shock was shorter lived this time around, that virgin innocence having faded a bit. He returned the kiss as she slotted herself more tightly to him, feeling his body begin to respond through the sweats he'd donned after patrol.

She broke away with a gasp, grinding her body against his as the heat built. She pressed open mouth kisses, nips and licks to his jaw and neck, feeling his hands and arms holding her down tremble.

"How'd you get here." He breathed out in as much a demand as he could. His hips began to shake and thrust just ever so slightly against her on their own.

She shook her head, panting against his ear. "Do you really care..." He gasped out between breaths and cut of groan and moans. She was suddenly thrown back against the bed with a force that had her shivering anew. But looking up into those dark eyes, stern set face she knew the battle could not be so easily won. Once her breathing evened a bit she looked him in the eye. "I was invited.."

He opened his mouth to speak but fell silent at the knock that drew both their faced to the door.