Yet another gasp escaped my lips as my body made its 5th imprint into the training room wall. My body ached all over as I fell to the ground, and rose to my hands and knees. The room seemed to be spinning but when I looked up, my sparring partner's silhouette stood clear as day. The hours passed slowly as we each took our turns fall at the other's hands. "Why do we fall?..." Batman asked for what seemed like the 100th time.
I groaned, standing up. "So we can learn to pick ourselves up again…" I droned the response as my broken arm wiped blood from my mouth. "Where did you learn that move?' I asked referring to the throw that I had fallen victim to at least half a dozen times. I looked up at him, getting into a defensive stance.

He looked at me through those cold piercing eyes that seemed to hold a tiny hint of awe. "I once trained with the League of Shadows. But it wasn't what I expected." He said plainly as he too took on a defensive stance.
The room was badly lit but it seemed we were both creatures of the shadows therefore it posed no problem. I stepped to the left and he followed my lead, we circled each other for a few moments, staring each other down. Blood fell into my eyes and stung sharply causing me to flinch. Batman took this as his cue and charged straight for me. I braced myself for a painful blow but none came. He simply stopped a few feet from me. His gaze was focused on the wall behind me. I turned to see the wall was lit with a single beam of light.
When I turned back to say something he took the words right out of my mouth, "It's getting late… I have to go!" He told me that I was welcome to stay until I was healed completely and then explained how I could get out of the cave if I wished to leave.
I smiled slightly walking up to him, "Thanks for the offer Bats! But I gotta fly!" With that I put a hand on his shoulder and disappeared.

I appeared immediately after in my 3rd flood apartment building located 3 blocks south of Wayne Tower. I groaned looking at my alarm clock, "Damn! Late again! Mr. Wayne is going to kill me!" I jumped in the shower after stripping off my tattered uniform, "Damn!" it was the only thing I could say as I looked at myself, after my shower. My body was worse than I had thought, bruises replaced previously invisible wounds and the gashes on my back and arms from the early morning sparring session very more numerous than I had imagined.
I groaned, rummaging through my closet to find a white button-up shirt and a deep navy skirt that came just past my knees. My outfit was completed with a pair of thin glasses and a tight ponytail. It wasn't the best outfit but it would have to do.

Once the train arrived at Wayne Tower it was difficult to dodge the oncoming people as I slowly made my way to the front door. Once inside I signed in and sat down. Luckily Gotham's billionaire playboy was running late as well, "Sorry I'm late Jaime, any new calls?" this was all he said as he practically ran through the front door.
"No sir." I said quickly as he made his way to his office. "But you are rather late for the board meeting sir." I said suppressing a laugh as he disappeared into his office.
The rest of the morning was filled with drones of; "Wayne Tower! How may I direct your call?" The cheerfulness of it was nearly sickening as I repeated those words over and over and over again. The boredom was broken at about 12:20 when Kaylee from the 5th floor showed up at my desk. "Hey Jaime! You wanna go to lunch? I can't stand it here for more than a few hours at a time!" Kaylee was one of my best friends.
"You got here late again… you've only been here for 3 hours!" I smiled before agreeing to lunch.