Bruce stared broodingly into the fire in front of him. He couldn't sleep, and his ribs hurt from a particularly nasty kick he'd received from a mugger who thought he was Jackie Chan. Even with the protective armor sometimes the hits got through. He stood up and started pacing again, his mind not wanting to be silent. Perhaps he should have stayed out later. Perhaps if he had he'd be able to sleep now. He heard a whisper of a sound and felt something in the room.
He stood abruptly looking around for the source. It was difficult but Bruce located the figure in the darkest corner of the room. "Who are you? Why are you here?" he spoke harshly.
She stepped forward lightly, only slightly startled that he'd heard, or seen her. "I come to help." she whispered. That voice, he thought, he'd wanted to hear it again. "Little boys like Bruce Wayne should be in bed at this time of night."
"I stopped going to bed at a certain time years ago."
She shrugged and moved closer to the doors at the study entrance.
"I thought little girls stopped playing dress up when they reached adulthood." he challenged.
She chuckled, "What girl doesn't want to be a little girl forever Mr. Wayne. Besides, everyone wears a mask of some sort. Even successful and extremely wealthy playboys."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Every man and woman has a persona they put out for the public. Then they have the one that they show in private. You're very good at keeping your mask attached." She seemed to tense. "Some of us have more reason than others to have more than two masks."
"A psychologist in a mask, how interesting. You related to Crane by any chance?"
"Why does Greco want you dead Mr. Wayne? Why is it so important that he take you out of the equation?"
"What do you know about Greco?" he moved towards her.
"I know that he's involved with men that aren't very nice. I know that he is going to try to kill you." As soon as she said this she flew at Bruce knocking him over the couch. Just as she did so gunfire erupted through the study door. She rolled away from Bruce quickly moving silently to the wall next to the door.
The door burst open to reveal the large silhouette of Norman Greco. Bruce could see where the bullets would have hit him in the head if he'd still been sitting on the couch. "Wayne, did I get ya?" Greco yelled.
She moved quickly slamming her booted foot into his abdomen, and the man let out an oath as he doubled over. Again she moved quickly slamming her hand down, but this time he grabbed her by the arm and threw her. She hit the ground and rolled into a crouching position.
"You stupid bitch. You ain't stopping me tonight." He started walking towards her, and Bruce tried to think of what he would do. There were no guns in here, and the man had an automatic in his hands. He moved around the edge of the couch and out of Greco's sight. The woman scuttled backwards nimbly. When Greco got into reach she launched herself and he knocked her aside. Damnit, she thought, I'm going to have to use my other talents for this one. Bruce tackled the man which surprised Greco and knocked him down. He punched Bruce in his face with one of his meaty hands and Bruce rolled out of the way. Breathing deeply, and praying it wasn't too soon, she sent her thoughts out. He started screaming and kicked at him again, taking him square in the chest. He flailed backwards. Greco was still screaming and started pulling the trigger on the weapon randomly. Bruce hit the ground just missing taking one in the arm. When the gun clicked empty Greco hurled it where she was the last time. Bruce watched in horror as blood ran out of the man's nose, and the screams continued. She sent another heavy kick into the man's face, and he flew backwards. There was a window behind him and he flew threw it and down to the ground below.
She leaned out the window breathing heavily. She backed away from the window, and Bruce took her place staring at the dead man on his immense drive. Police cars were already coming up the road having been called by Alfred who had woken up to the screams and gunfire. "Well, you certainly know how to liven up a guy's night." he said, then he looked behind him to find the woman gone.
Callie made it back into her room without being spotted. She was becoming quite good at her stealth. This had only been the second man she'd ended up killing. Truth was she didn't like killing, but in this case, if she hadn't gone Bruce would be dead. If she hadn't killed Greco he would have come back a third time to finish the job. So she and Bruce were alive, and he was dead. She was disappointed that she hadn't been able to question him to find out why Kramer wanted Wayne dead. She highly doubted it was because Bruce got all the girls. She'd have to pay a visit to Kramer when she felt more up to it. Like when she hadn't just gotten out of the hospital.