It was two days after reluctantly agreeing to take Batman's life into her hands when her inner hollow's regenerative ability finally kicked in. It was about damned time too. She felt as if she stayed in the bed any longer and she'd wind up tearing out her hair.

Either from sheer boredom or frustration. She didn't know, and didn't really care which one it was. Both seemed like pretty apt descriptions of how she felt at the moment. So nuff said.

Feeling some of the last lingering pain in her lower body lessen to a more manageable degree, she took a deep breath and decided to test her body to see just how 'manageable' her lingering aches and pains were. Though she was at least hoping to be able to take a bath or something.

Sleeping for nearly a week straight without any form of bath had made her smell a little bit ripe and unpleasant in the BO department. Which was her current running theory on why Bat's hadn't paid her a visit since the other day.

Then again, maybe he was simply busy with...work. Or whatever it was that Batman did during the day. She didn't really know. So her theory stood for the moment.

Sling her legs over the edge of the bed, she slowly stood up and sighed when she didn't feel as if her lady parts were being set afire by a blow torch. Taking another moment or so to see how much mobility she had regained, she was pleasantly surprised to find that as long as she didn't lift either of her legs up over her head- she'd be fine to get cleaned up.

Now all she needed to do was see if there were any clothes lying around that she could use. After all, there was no point in getting cleaned up if she had to put the same PJ's on afterwards.

It took her less than five minutes to locate some clean clothing.

She found some in the dresser not far from the bed. Though she was a tad bit confused by the fact that the clothing that she'd found all had tags attached to them. But whatever. Hopefully she wouldn't be stepping on anyone's toes by using some.

Once she had dug out the items, she tucked them all underneath her arm and headed for the bathroom.

Alfred couldn't help but feel worried upon going into the young Miss's bedroom to find her gone. Though his concerns abated a little bit upon hearing the shower turning on in the bathroom.

Still, he fretted some after taking a moment to realize that it was much too soon for the young miss to be up and moving. Especially on her own. However he wasn't such a fool as to run out of the room again to get his master and leave her totally unattended.

After all, what if she fell? What if she tore her stitches? What if- His train of thought was interrupted by his master poking his head into the room and going a cursory scan of the room. His eyes lingering on his new mistresses empty bed for several seconds before he pushed the door open and then entered the room.

"Where is she?" He asked him. He pointed towards the closed door of the bathroom and watched his master cock his head for a moment before a soft sound escaped him.

"Ah."

"I had come in here to offer Miss a chance to take a bath. Or at the very least soak. But it would seem that she beat me to it."

"So I see."

"Do you think she found the clothes that I acquired for her?" He asked his master curiously.

The thought of her not managing to find any of the clothing that had been bought for her hadn't seemed to cross the younger man's mind until he mentioned it. And after that, he was ordered to 'leave' the room.

The second that the door shut behind Alfred, he turned his attention to the bathroom door. He could hear the shower was still going. But it didn't stop him from wondering if a mere two days were enough time for Ichigo to recover enough to be up and moving.

He was leaning towards a hard no.

Yet he couldn't help but wonder if he were wrong given the fact that she was up and moving around. Either way, he intended to stay put and see for himself that his...Mistress was actually alright.

And while he was at it, maybe he could think up a better way to address her when around others. The word Mistress held far too much negativity to him. And if he made the mistake of addressing her as such in public, people would actually think that she was his newest lover or something.

Not only that, but they would spread rumors about them and their relationship. And he doubted that she would like that anymore than he would.

He was so busy thinking up a new word to use to address her that he nearly missed the fact that she had finished her shower and the bathroom door opened. Almost, was of course the operative word here.

Blinking at the slightly ajar door, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited patiently for her to come out since he doubted that she would appreciate him poking his head in to check on her. Even if he had seen her naked already.

Finally after about two minutes, she came walking out of the bathroom dressed in a simple light cream colored sweater and a pair of jeans.

"Who knew that having my cherry popped would prove to be so problematic." She muttered to herself, not realizing that he was there just yet.

His mind latched onto the words 'cherry popped' and his jaw dropped in shock and surprise just as much as disbelief. After all, he didn't know of many people in their twenties that so much as bothered to hang onto their virginity past the age of sixteen.

With his mind blank on him, and not knowing what to say to this latest discovery about his mist- no, his princess. Yes! that would do- he did the only thing that he could think of right then. He paled underneath his mask, sputtered and then lamely excused himself while saying something about the Bat signal and then promptly scurried out of the room.

Slamming the door behind him and startling Ichigo so badly that she screamed and threw herself off of the bed to hide herself as if she were under some sort of attack.