Jesse Reese sat in his room reading one of several law books Mr. Jackro had been kind enough to lend him. In his two weeks at the firm, he had already learned so much. He was so grateful that Mr. Jackro had taken Reese under his wing and given him special privileges. Reese was allowed to sit in on some board meetings, look at old cases, and ask any question he wanted to. Jesse knew he wanted a career that dealt with the law, but was unsure about what he would be. The book he was reading now involved a detailed explanation of many different ways he could be involved with the law. He had finished lawyers and judges and was now moving onto cops/detectives. He enjoyed how much detail lawyers and judges knew, but he didn't think he could sit at a desk all day. When the page was turned a picture of a man in a dark blue police uniform and a man in a suit appeared on the next page along with the words "Cops and Detectives," his pager went off.

Jesse dialed the number on the pager. He was surprised when Mr. Jackro himself picked up. Usually if he got a late call it was from Anna. "Mr. Jackro, what can I do for you?"

"Today was the funeral of Selina Kyle, one of my clients. There are some letters that are to be delivered immediately. I need you to come to the office and pick them up. They have to be delivered tonight."

Jesse glanced at the clock. It read ten o'clock. "Yes, sir. I will be there in twenty minutes." Jesse hung up, grabbed a set of car keys and raced to the law firm. Using his ID card he gained access to the building threw the back doors. The elevators had been turned off for the night so he had to take the stairs.

A single light illuminated under the door to Mr. Jackro's office. After a quick knock he was invited in.

"Jesse, here are the envelopes. On each one is the address to where it is to be delivered along with the name. Now the one to Barbara Gordon is going to the hospital. It is past visiting hours so you won't be able to take it to her directly. Give it to the night nurse and watch her deliver it for you. Understand?"

Jesse took the envelopes and glanced at the addresses, "Understood."

Jesse pulled up in front of his first stop and reread the address to make sure. Alfred Pennyworth, Wayne Manor. The gates were open so Jesse drove up the driveway and parked. As he got out he noticed someone was dimming the lights. At least I wont wake anyone up.

Jesse walked up the stone steps and knocked on the door. After a few minutes the door was opened by and elderly gentleman. The same man Reese had seen in the office on his first day.

"Are you Alfred Pennyworth?"

"Yes."

"Sorry to bother you so late sir, but I was told to make sure you received this tonight." He held out a thick envelope.

"Thank you." Alfred took the envelope and tipped the young man.

When the door was closed Jesse headed back to the car and went to his next destination, an apartment complex in downtown New Gothem.

Jesse pressed the buzzer for the penthouse.

"Yes, who is it?"

"I am from Andrew Jackro. I have an envelope for a Laura Harris." The door buzzed and Jesse headed for the elevator.

A woman stood in the doorway of her apartment, "I am Laura Harris," She stated when he got off the elevator.

"Here you are, Miss." Jesse handed her the envelope and caught a glance of a girl chasing a large cat. The woman saw Jesse looking and immediately closed the door causing Jesse to shake his head. He headed to the hospital next.

According to the envelope Barbara Gordon was in the Recovery Ward, which was on the third floor. Jesse took the elevator and stopped at the desk to talk to the night nurse.

"Hi."

She spoke without looking up. "Visiting hours are over, come back in the morning."

"I am sorry, but I am from a law firm and these papers have to be delivered tonight. Can you take them to Barbara Gordon?" Jesse held up the envelope for her to see.

The nurse nodded and took the papers. "I will give them to her in the morning."

"I am sorry to be a bother, but she needs to have them now. Can you take them to her now, please."

The nurse sighed and walked down the hall. Jesse stood at the desk and watched her walk into a door on the right. When the woman returned she had no envelope. "Thank you ma'am."

Jesse headed home with his job complete.

Jesse finished his book. The action involved in the cop/detective life excited him. He wasn't too thrilled about the uniform involved in being a cop, but if he worked his way up the chain he could become a detective. Detective Reese sounded good to him. After researching several academies, Reese found one that he could take night classes at and still work at the law firm. He signed up for three classes for the first term. One was on Tuesday and Thursday, another was Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and one was a Friday, Saturday night class. He knew he would need to learn self-defense so he signed up for a martial arts class that met after work on Tuesday and Thursday. He had fire arm instruction every Sunday morning from a private instructor.

Jesse's life was hectic but he loved it. Mr. Jackro was nice and aloud Jesse to cut back his hours. He now only worked in the afternoon, giving him a chance to sleep and study during the morning. His life took on a pattern. An early breakfast at the coffee shop across from the library, then a few hours of studying in the library, and hour nap, then off to work at one. He didn't have time at home for his father to yell at him. Al Hawke was too busy trying to take over New Gotham, and he had taken up this meditating thing, which Reese just didn't understand.

One morning, while getting dressed, Reese ripped his best work shirt trying to button it around his growing pex muscles. All the physical activity was making him look great, but this was his third shirt he had ripped. Just great, and mom said she wasn't going to buy me anymore shirt after the last two she had to replace.

Instead of going to the coffee shop, Reese stopped at a men's clothing store and purchased himself a new, white collared shirt. He ran to the library and sat at his favorite table next to the law books and the computers. He was studying the legal justice system when a girl walked in who caught the attention of the old-sit-on-their-butts-and-do-nothing librarians. Reese felt something as the girl approached him. It felt like she was looking over his shoulder and when he looked up she passed his table heading for the computers.

She dressed in black and her hair was all messed up. She must have been crying for he could see the black smear lines from her thick mascara. He couldn't make out much on her face, but noticed how empty her beautiful eyes looked. She moved softly but swiftly to a computer that held the newspaper database. He shook his head and returned to his thick law book.

An hour later, Reese looked up at the rustle of papers. The girl was finished and had a stack of printouts way to big for her to carry in her arms. He laughed to himself as he watched her try to keep the pile from scattering all over the floor. She should have brought a bag or something. He shook his head and reached in his backpack and pulling out the sack that contained his recently bought shirt. He took the shirt out and walked to the lady in black.

She glanced up, hearing him coming, and almost dropped the pile on the floor. "You looked like you could use this," He held out the sack.

She cautiously took it, not making any eye contact. "Thanks." Reese walked away and picked up his books before leaving for his hour nap in the parking lot of the law office.