As Talia directed her, Kiara set off to Gotham to find Batman. Talia had said it would be an easy enough mission, in terms of travel and finding him. The only thing that Talia had told Kiara about Batman had been 'wherever there is trouble that's where he would be'. Kiara had been travelling for several days, which is longer than what Talia had said it would take. Kiara started to panic, this was her first solo mission which only made her even more anxious. She had to complete the mission. She would complete the mission. She would do everything in her power to complete it, even if Damian would be as difficult as Talia said he can be. That was the mantra she repeated to herself through the journey. As the days dragged on her food supply dwindled and the rations she had set for herself had eventually ran out. The distance she travelled from the drop-off point had taken a lot more energy than she had anticipated. On all the previous missions Kiara had been part of a team, always been given the orders, always been the muscle and who had to spring into action. At the temple everyone was trained in all areas, but she had never been as enthralled or specialised in long distance running or stamina. This was now an error in her eyes as she was not as prepared, as she and Talia thought, for the extended journey.

At her arrival in Gotham a huge sense of relief flooded over her. The first part of the mission was finally complete. So maybe she wasn't a complete failure of an assassin. Her stomach then decided to prove to her otherwise. The ache had been numbed somewhat while she was travelling, becoming more of a familiar void in her stomach. But it seemed that now she had hope and was relieved by her new surroundings her stomach would not be ignored anymore. The realisation of her empty stomached dawned a new flood of exhaustion and famine onto her. The next matter of business was to find somewhere or something to eat, if Batman was there then that was killing two birds with one stone.

Wandering through the streets it seemed like Gotham was a very busy and popular city. This was the most people she had ever seen in one place. The streets were packed with people, all bustling in different directions. From the shadows in the alley way that she was hiding in she could see all the different types of people that reside in the city. Gotham is made up of big company buildings and apartment buildings, which gave her the clear impression that Gotham is a very modern city. She knew that she would not be able to find food or Batman from her current hiding place, so she set off to find some food and cause some trouble to attract Batman.

She wondered around Gotham and avoiding all the low life scum wallowing in the gutters of the alleys of Gotham. Gotham was a maze, but hiding in the shadows was the only way for her to travel. The first building she saw that wasn't a twenty story block but was a mansion of house that was surrounded by acres of land boarded with a seven-foot brick wall. The mansion had a long curved driveway that lead from the grand oak front door to the two black iron gates that lead to the streets of Gotham. Kiara's stomach then decided to remind her about its emptiness and then she made up her mind. This would be the place. 'Go big or go home right?' She knew breaking into someone's home wasn't right but it was survival of the fittest in this world. 'That's definitely gonna have food. Talia only said don't get caught, nothing about stealing' she thought to herself as she nodded her head, making her dark red hair whip around her face in the wind.

With her solidified new determination, she started to scale up the brick wall and threw her right leg over the flat horizontal top of the wall and straddled it. Her new vantage point allowed her to see that there were multiple lights on in multiple rooms; there were people inside, she had to quite sneaky. She smirked to herself, sneaky was one thing she could definitely do. Moving her left leg over the other the side of the wall, she put her arms on either side of herself and pushed upon them to launch herself onto the floor, where she landed on the bright green grass in a low crouch.
The first order of business is to scout out the house and look for any point of entry. She scouted the mansion from bushes and the shadow of the wall made from the street lights. It was round the left side of the house that she saw her opportunity. There was a window open on the second floor of the house, with a thick black metal drain pipe to the right of it.

She stood under the drain pipe and looking up, the window must have been twenty-five feet above her. Standing next to the mansion made the vast size of it sink in for Kiara, now she second guessed herself and berated herself for being so ambitious. She shook her head as if to clear her head and then looked up to the window and put her right foot into cracks of the bricks of the house and her left hand on the pipe. She began to climb up the pipe. She knew she was about half way to the window and that she could climb up the rest of the way if only she could ignore the searing ache in her muscles, the hollow cramps in her stomach and how heavy her eye lids suddenly became with her intense fatigue. The climb was harder than it should have been, but she got to a parallel level to the window and knew she needed a last burst of energy to vault herself to the window sill. She tightened her grip on the pipe and bricks and leaned back onto her tensed legs and used her calves to propel her towards the window sill.

Gripping the windowsill and tensed her arms and hauled herself up so that the top of her torso was in the window. Then she used her right leg to swing over the window and lifted her left leg up and quickly scanned the room. She smirked to herself as she thought 'Carpet. Perfect. I will have to thank them for rolling out the green carpet for me' and softly lowered down onto the green soft shaggy carpeted floor in a low crouch and moved to the corner of the room in the shadows. Now that she had conquered the dreaded vertical climb up the pipe she slowly leant her head back onto the wall behind her, and allowed a miniscule soft sigh to escape her lips as her drained muscles relaxed and sagged.

The room was even grander than she had anticipated. And it appeared to be a bedroom. The ceiling was about twelve feet high and a cream colour. Adjacent to the high ceiling was the four walls that were the same cream colour as the ceiling, yet halfway down the walls were cut in half by vertical oak wooden panels that stretched down to the deep green shag carpet. All of the furniture in the room was made of a rick mahogany wood, which only made Kiara even surer that this was one of the resident's bedroom. The huge four poster bed was in the centre of the wall opposite her, apparently whoever's room this was liked to see the sun set as the window was to the bed's right. As for the other pieces of furniture there was a mahogany nightstand to the left of the king sized bed with a dark green lamp on it, and a wardrobe that must have been over six-feet tall and five foot wide. The wardrobe was not as grand as everything else in the room but it was surely big enough and a good enough hiding place if she ever needed one.

After her quick analysis of the room she moved around in the shadows, staying close to the wall and walking with soft steps in a crouch clockwise around the room. There were two doors leading from the room, Kiara just had to deduce which one led to the hallway. From her observations she realised that the door opposite from her was smaller than the one adjacent to her right, and that the one to her right had a crack of light under the bottom of the door. 'Well, there's only one way to find out'. She quietly made her way over to the door opposite to her, hoping that it would lead into the hallway and that no one would be in the hallway or in the kitchen, wherever that was, and that she could raise the alarm while she was leaving. Hopefully alerting Batman so she could talk to him about Damian and her mission from Talia.

The smaller darkened door led to an en-suite bathroom. She guessed she should have known that such a big fancy mansion of a house would have en suite bathrooms for their bedrooms. Even in the dark she could make out that the bathroom was just as grand as the bedroom, which was to be expected as everything in the house was on a grand and expensive scale. With the first door checked it only left the bigger door with the light on the other side was the way to the hallway, and ultimately the kitchen.

She crept closer to the door until she was in front of it in a crouch and began to reach out to the copper door knob to the right of her with her hand. Just as her hand softly gripped the door handle, letting out a low quiet sigh, she bounced on the balls of her feet readying her posture and preparing herself. Her stomach suddenly clenched to remind her of its emptiness and how long it had been in this state. The realisation hit her that if she did meet someone in the house she would either have to move fast and run or have a small altercation to get free. Which in her current state of hunger and exhaustion wasn't ideal but she had no choice, she had to do this to get what and who she needed so she could rest. Her head slumped forward as she let a small shiver run through her body as she let muscles slack for half a second before tensing them all and squinted her eyes in concentration. Her hand clenched over the doorknob as she slowly turned it until she heard the faint click and she took a small step back at a time while she pulled it towards her till the light spilled into the room in a line from the two inch opening in the door.

With the door open a crack she could now slink more to her right so that she could look through the crack in the door and hear anyone coming. 'Please, please, plea- '. Her thoughts were cut off as she heard footsteps coming close. Her first reaction was to move out of the way of the light coming from the door and quickly give the door a soft push to make the door seem closed without making any noise. Making sure that she kept in the shadows she quickly scurry over to the wardrobe on her tip toes. As she got to the wardrobe she prayed that the doors were not squeaky and that she could quietly creep into the wardrobe and wait for the person to pass the room. Thankfully someone heard her prayer and granted her this favour. Safely in the refuge of the wardrobe she peered through a small crack between the two doors and gripped her dagger on her right thigh. The dagger that had been with her since she joined the League of Assassins, that had never let her down just like her brother and never would. Her grip tightened on the gold embroidered handle of the dagger, she clenched her jaw and lowered her crouch keeping all her power in her calves so that she could spring out if anyone found her.

She heard a noise, a squeak. The door was being opened. She hadn't shut it enough. They knew she was here. The window was still open, she held hope that due to this that they would think that she had left through the window. No such luck. Kiara hadn't even heard anyone move across the vast room to the wardrobe, before she knew it someone had wrenched the doors open and tightened their stance, prepared for an attack. On instinct she lunged at the attacker with the dagger, now unsheathed, in her right hand. Before she could get the dagger near their neck or her left arm near them to restrain she was grabbed around the waist by two hands and tossed over their shoulder and onto the bed a few feet behind them. Quickly finding her bearings she swung her legs behind her and propelled herself off the bed in a backwards roll to land in a defensive stance with her dagger still gripped in her right hand. Before she could lunge at her opponent they were in front of her and wrestled her dagger out of her right hand. In response she used her right leg to kick the back of their left knee to knock them down and out for long enough for her to escape out of the window. Her kick was successful but her opponent apparently had some fight training because before she could run in the direction of the window they had jumped up and proceeded to pursue her. This was not good. If her hunger, fatigue and general exhaustion was not enough of a hindrance her opponent apparently had some fighting training, or at least experience, and was very agile and light on their feet.

This would not end well. She had to either win or escape fast as she could feel her adrenaline and what was left of her energy depleting, and fast. With a last burst of motivation, she bolted for the open window, planning on jumping, and hopefully grabbing, on to the drain pipe. She kept all her focus on pushing the drained muscles in her legs to propel her to the window and hoping that her speed would be too fast for them to catch her. She was wrong. Her opponent had apparently vaulted over the bed and flew into her from the right, effectively knocking her flat onto the floor and throwing her dagger a few feet to her right. The fall had been unexpected and therefore knocked all the air out of her lungs in one big puff, and her head had connected harshly against the floor.

The plush carpet had done nothing to cushion her fall, her head began to spin and her vision became infested with little black dots. All of the energy left in her body has abandoned her as she felt her muscles relax against the lush carpet and her eyelids fight to close at last and rest. Her opponent was above her now, peering down from his kneeled position. His, it was a boy. 'A man really'. He seemed to be in his twenties and quite muscular. That explained how he had been able to render her momentarily incapacitated.

She fought her eyelids into blinking lazily as he hefted her over his shoulder and apparently bent down to retrieve her dagger. Her mind was still fogged with the contact with the floor but she was conscious enough to berate herself extensively. 'See, this is why you don't break the law you get your ass handed to you. Damn it Kiara, you should have just gone to find Batman. Talia is going to be so disappointed. She shouldn't have picked me to partake in this mission'. As her captor trudged along hallway after hallway she lay over his shoulder with her stomach to his shoulder and her head facing his back. He had a firm grip on her legs, she didn't know whether that was so that she didn't fall or if she couldn't escape. Either way she lay there with her body lax as she waited for him to put her down so that she could start to formulate a plan to escape. He trekked down some stairs that seemed endless and her slack body bouncing unceremoniously after every step. He finally stopped.