Alone in the room Kiara slumped forward in exhaustion. Kiara's new room wasn't as big as Damian's, yet it seemed like an apartment to her. Looking up from where she stood, Kiara stared at the ten feet high, stark white ceiling trying to come to terms with what has just happened. She has a room, it may be temporary, but that means they wanted her to stay, right? The walls of room were a dull, neutral blue and seemed quite fitting for a guest room, or that was what Kiara thought would be fitting for a guestroom if she had ever been in one. The walls ended in ornate white skirting, that reminded her of old Victorian patterns. The flooring was the only big difference from the guestroom and Damian's room, light beech wood laminate panels covered the floor instead of the dark green luxurious carpet. The furniture was all wooden like in Damian's room, yet the same beech wood of the flooring.
There was a standard size wardrobe, a small dresser that accessorised the room and a queen sized bed. She moved over to the wardrobe and ran her left hand over the handle on the wardrobe, it was like the one she had hid in in Damian's room just smaller and empty. She wondered whether she would be able to get any clothes to fill the wardrobe and or dresser, with what money, she had never had many possessions so she doubted all that she owned would fill half the wardrobe, never mind the dresser. The wardrobe was in the left top corner from the door, and facing the wall on the right of the door.
There was a window in the middle of wall opposite the door, the window was a two feet tall and wide square of clear thick glass that was split into four quarters using dark wood strips. The dresser ran along the same wall of as the window, adjacent to the wardrobe, nearer to the wall opposite the wardrobe.
The bed was pressed up against the centre wall adjacent to the dresser, it was at least three times the size of any bed she is used to. 'Maybe this is a room for two people', she wondered 'There is enough space for at least two people, in the bed and in the cupboards for all their stuff.'. The sheets and vast number of pillows on the bed were covered in grey silk and strewn artfully over the mattress. Deciding on testing out the ridiculously lavish trimmings on the bed, she took a slow jog to the bed and at the last minute leaped into the air and twisted onto her back so that she landed on her back in the middle of the bed with the blankets and pillows. They were even softer than they looked, Kiara knew that she couldn't wait to sink into these to sleep.
Kiara had to force herself to get off the bed, she first needed to sate her curiosity of 'her' new room, and then find some food and talk to Batman about her role here. The room had an ensuite attachment connected by a door to the left of the bed. The bathroom door was white and led into a moderately sized pristine bathroom, well what she supposed was moderate for this house. The toilet faced the door, it was pristine, white and modern, with the sink on the wall to the left of it with large a mirror over the top of it stretching across the wall, and extending down to the floor by the left of the sink where it ended. The sink was a part of a long, high cabinet that stretched across most of the wall and had cabinet door in the front.
The bathroom seemed too clean to use. There was a spacious shower stall in the corner to the left of the door of the room. Shower. That was something she had forgot about recently. She supposed she smelt rancid, with dirt sweat and God knows what else.
As well as a shower there was a bath that stood on strong, metal, silver coloured feet in the corner opposite it. She had never seen such a luxury, sure a bath and shower in different rooms but in the same room. She wasn't sure that anyone would need them both in the same room, but she guessed they liked the choice of what appliance to use to bathe. She needed to shower or bathe or just get clean before going anywhere, Batman probably wouldn't take her very seriously if she smelt like a walking dustbin.
She checked under the sink in the cabinets and found some shampoo and body wash, which was a God sent as she sure didn't have any toiletries with her. 'I wonder if they have anything else I can use, a toothbrush and toothpaste wouldn't go amiss' she pondered to herself. To her relief there was: a green toothbrush, toothpaste, a hair brush, a white flannel, hand soap, bubble bath and white towels, everything she would need. Smirking to herself she silently thanked them for giving her a toothbrush in her favourite colour. Showering would be faster and she just wanted to bathe, eat, talk to Batman and go to sleep, so speed would be much appreciation.
Now bathed and feeling much cleaner she practically leaped out of the shower stall, and tried not to dwell on the colour of the water that ran into the drain. Having no other close she begrudgingly got back into her clothes, half broken bra and all. For the first time in over a week she looked in the mirror and cringed at what met her eyes.
Her skin was paler than it was before, which she thought was impossible, her freckles looked even more prominent because of it. Her eyes were sunken in and surrounded by dark purpling circles, from her lack of sleep and her altercation with Dick. They made her eyes seem even more owl-like yet smaller at the same time. Her lips were chapped and split with remanence of dried blood on them. The only thing that she wasn't fully offended by was her dark red hair, well now it was clean it was the least offending thing about her. When her hair was clean it appeared to be dark brown and shiny, yet when it dried it became dark red and more frizzed and wavey.
The towel was the only tool at hand to dry her hair, so she bent her head forward and furiously rubbed the towel over her hair to dry it as quickly as possible. When finished, or as finished as she was willing to get it, she whipped her head back and examined the catastrophe she was awaiting. 'Yep. There it is, the red beast. Maybe I can pull it into a ponytail, to make me look more professional like I mean business. Then maybe Batman will take me seriously.'. With her mind made up she pulled one of the black bobbles off her right wrist and carelessly threw and scraped her hair into a ponytail. One of the things Talia had to told her is that you will never know when you will need a hair tie, but it will most likely be always, so Kiara always had at least one on her wrist at all times.
With all of her hair pulled away from her face she was face to face with her ears, that she thought stuck out too much, and her forehead that she thought took up far too much space on her head. 'Whatever. It's not like there's anyone to impress out there. The only one my age is Damian, and he's an asshole. And it's business, a mission that's all.' She dismissed. With that thought she nodded to herself in the mirror and turned on her heel and headed to the door to enter the winding maze of hallways.
