The first thing she was aware of is the deadly silence around her. She was not in the wilderness where she was squatting and finding shelter in during her journey. She had always heard birds, bugs and other life around her, it had helped lull her into a fitful comatose state. The fog of the much needed rest still weighed heavy and was clouding her judgment was momentarily stalling her memories. Prying her eyelids open, she could feel the crusted sleep acting as glue along the seams of her eyelids. Pushing past the hazy smog she forced her an eye open. Her left eyelid relented and lazily revealed her big, doe emerald cat eye still blurred from her sleep. The right eye put up more resistance but a second later yielded and exposed the identical eye. Her face pulled into a taut grimace as the haze began to lift, memories crashed back to her in a violent flood. Hunger, bumps and bruises began to sing to alert her. Damian. She had found Damian. AND Batman. The first two parts of her mission completed in one action. 'Yes!' she thought gleefully, the pain alleviated as her excitement coursed through her body in a giant wave. A giant grin split across her face as her shoulders slumped back and her head tipped back. She closed her eyes and started to quietly chuckle to herself.
This was just the beginning. There wasn't time to be resting, sheltered in a makeshift cell. From the looks of it she was still in the cell in the Batcave that the guy who wasn't Batman or Damian had put her in. This was good this meant she wasn't moved and she knew where she was. She was alone in the Batcave, which was again a point in her favour. Her eyes snapped open as she decided that the first thing was to scout out her surrounding to find out how she would escape out of the cell and what her next plan of action will be.
The cell itself was very basic. Well as basic as a cell could be in the Batcave she guessed. Her cell was placed in the bottom left hand corner of the Batcave in a corner, with the Batcomputer and the rest of the Batcave to the left of it. The cell itself was made up of four walls about ten feet in width, two of which are the black walls of the corner of the Batcave. The remaining two that faced the Batcave. One wall was made of thick industrial bulletproof glass, facing the rest of the Batcave, and the last wall was a dark metal door that took up the wall. In the cell there was a metal 'bed' that was attached to the back wall three feet from the floor. The 'bed' was a slim rectangle of the same metal that the door was made out of, and about six feet long and two feet wide. The lock on the door would have been easy to open, if she had her weapons, or anything for that matter.
Kiara let out a deflated sigh and began to ponder how she could escape the cell. It should be easy, she has been trained to get out of harder situations and cells than this, but she didn't have anything to help her escape. Her frustration began to build as she went through every possible escape plan she had been taught and even ones she herself had thought up. This wasn't going to work. This approach wasn't helping anything, she needs a new way of thinking, a new angle. She had been taught to always assess the situation fully, she had assessed the cell and her surroundings already, everywhere bare and empty. She was the only thing left in the cell. That was it, she needs to assess herself! What she has on her, what she can use to her advantage. All of her weapons had been taken from her before she had even been taken into the cell. All they had left her with were the clothes on her back, which consisted of her black body suit, black combat boots and her dark grey gloves with rubber for extra grip. Other than that she had her underwear and socks. All she had were articles of clothing, just fabric, no metal or anything she could use for anything. 'What am I supposed to do? How can I use my clothes to pick the lock? Even if I try I will be left in my underwear and someone could walk in and because of the glass wall it will be like playing peek-a-boob with my stupid bra… Wait. Bra. The underwire! I can use the underwire of my bra to pick the lock! '.
With this revelation her head shot up and her eyes glued to the lock on the door opposite her. The giant grin reappeared on her face and used her left hand to pull the front of her bodysuit open and angled her head down to look for the targeted garment. With the front of her bodysuit out of the way she had access to the centre of her bra and could use her right hand to push the curved end of the underwire to push it through the fabric covering it. With the end of the wire exposed her thumb and forefinger pinched the wire and pulled it free from the garment. Lifting up the thing curve of wire in triumph Kiara smirked and narrowed her eyes at the imperative wire.
The next step was to pick the lock. She knew in order to this she had to physically stand up and move, which isn't the most appealing action to her. Pulling her legs up to her chest, against her aching joints, was the easy part. With the feet planted flat against the floor she pushed back form the wall to hold herself in a crouch. Using the momentum, she pushed onto the tips of her toes and straightened her knees in a quick snap motion to stand with her knees locked to keep from relenting and falling back down. Now stood up straight the blood raced around in her veins and she could feel the stiffness start to leave her body. This would make things much easier.
She made quick work of the few steps to the door and bend her head down to begin her work. The curved nature of the wire would help her make quick work of the lock by using both ends easily. Thirty seconds passed while Kiara had both ends of the wire rammed into the lock, and she was beginning to grow frustrated. She was taught this at a young age, it was a minors trick it shouldn't take her this long. She rationalised this thought by persuading herself that it was due to the fact that it is Batman's cell lock. Taking a deep calming breathe she persisted until she heard the euphoric sound of the lock unlocking. 'Easy.' She smirked to herself as she stored the underwire in the sheath of her dagger, in case she needed it later. Now that was done, all that was left was to get her stuff go find Damian and Batman and try to explain to them, again, why she was here. And that she was not leaving.
