I know I'm useless and I'm sorry. I've not updated in a very long time but here you are.

Having given an entire science division over to an intern, who was thoroughly unsupervised, was probably not the best move the powers that be at Wayne Enterprises could have made, given that that intern was not only a batman fangirl but was prone to bouts of complete idiocy.

After realising that she wouldn't get to meet Mr Fox, which she had to stifle her great disappointment over due to her love of both the character and Morgan Freeman, Emily had come to realise that he was the one who she would have to be filling in for and would be expected to do little more than sit there and watch the high-tech gadgets around her gather dust.

She had spent the first five minutes looking for the area where Mr Fox was likely to keep his things, and upon finding it, couldn't resist the urge to slip into his lab coat and put on the glasses she found in the right breast pocket. She then decided to behave and sat in a nearby swivel desk chair until her shift was over.

This lasted a grand total of seven minutes.

Using the swivel chair as transportation Emily preceded to wheel it around the vast area, and upon becoming extremely tired very quickly, decided to get up and walk around abandoning the chair to fend for itself in a corner.

She walked towards an area of the floor where she could see an enormous amount of gadgetry, pausing only to consider whether or not she wanted to find the Tumbler and have a crack at driving it, before deciding to start small. After all, she would need something to do after her lunch break.

Upon finally reaching the rows upon rows of shelves, which she noticed when closer were in disturbingly poor condition as bits of rust were sticking out from underneath the tacky orange of the frames, she could barely decide what she first wanted to try out. Seeing what looked liked the gloves of a Kevlar suit made the decision easy.

Emily reached for the gloves and, despite knowing they were built specifically with stopping a bullet in mind, was surprised at how hard they felt. Slipping them on to her own hands she was oddly reminded of wearing oven mitts and decided that the first course of action should be to test them out. By punching a wall. Immediately regretting this, she hissed in pain and slipped the gloves off to cradle her now injured right hand. She also wondered as to why she was so stupid she thought that doing that wouldn't have hurt.

Placing the gloves back in their exact position, albeit considerably less dusty, Emily moved on to inspecting the other items stuffed onto the shelves around her. Twenty minutes, two flesh wounds and a potentially sprained wrist later, Emily managed to spot a grappling hook gun wedged between what looked like a deformed beanie baby and a, what she assumed was, throwing weapon of some sort.

Managing to pull it from a shelve Emily walked back between the rows to the more open area of the floor, where she fully intended to test the gun out, having apparently learnt nothing that day.

Standing with her feet shoulder width apart, she raised the gun to level it out and aimed it further into the open space that seemed to take up a large amount of the division at this point in the trilogy. Emily knew that this was not the correct way to use the gun, but the small amount of self-preservation she did have left made her aware that it was best to play around with it, but not actually use it as it was intended, at this point.

Bracing herself she pulled the trigger, only to be disappointed when nothing happened. Her self-preservation once again failing her she pointed the barrel at her face to see if there was something wrong that she would be able to fix within the barrel itself.

"You left the safety on."

Emily let out a small shriek and threw the gun threw the gun in the direction of the sound while whirling around, only to see Bruce Wayne standing there with an amused look on his face.

"You know Lucius," he began to walk towards Emily only stopping to pick up the now discarded gun where it had come to a stop on the floor between them, "if I had known you were going to turn into a blonde twenty something woman while I was away for a few days, I would've left sooner."

Emily looked at the hand that was now within reaching distance, lazily stretched in offering with the gun she had thrown in her panic. If her brain hadn't decided to quit and the situation had been playing out the way she wanted this would've been, as she later realised, the time where she responded with a witty comeback. Instead her mouth decided to hang slightly open in horror, shock, and overwhelming excitement, only managing to open and close seemingly of its own accord a few times.

Bruce gave a, once again what she assumed to be bemused, smile and took her hand placing the gun into it.

"I'm just going to have a look around and take a few things to play with."

Emily's brain deciding to finally join the conversation allowed her to close her mouth and nod dumbly. While deciding it didn't want to make her seem like a functioning adult, her mind did however deem it fit to immediately think of the filthiest context for what he had just said.

Standing stock still Emily realised that this was not at all what she had prepared herself for today, and was now doing her best not to burst into tears or start laughing like an Arkham patient due to her nerves.

By the time she had managed to regain some semblance of control over the whole situation he was already exiting the floor with a duffel bag full of gadgets. She sincerely hoped he had not noticed that the entire time he had been there in the shelves she had yet to move, like some giant teenage obsessed fucking idiot.

As she watched him leaving her turned out to call after her,

"By the way, nobody really needs to know what's been going on down here. So if you won't tell anybody Mr Fox, then I won't either." It was at this point he glanced towards the gun still in Emily's hand.

She managed to nod again, and he smiled in return before getting into the elevator.

"And just so you know, the glasses are a good look for you."

The elevator doors closed and Emily's eyes narrowed in confusion before she reached up to touch her face. She was still wearing Mr Fox's glasses and lab coat. Fan-fucking-tastic.

So there it is, given how long you've had to wait for it - my bad if it's not up to scratch. In all honesty it's been so long since I've actually written the character it was incredibly hard to slip back into so hopefully none of you feel it's to OOC for her.

Please let me know what you think! But only if you want!

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