She had been there for nearly two weeks, and it had felt like a lifetime. far longer than when she was at the hospital back home.
She had barely any contact with another human being other than the Butler and the team of doctors that were brought in to help her get back to "normal" and back to full health. But looking into each of their eyes, she could tell which ones were from Gotham and which ones were not.
But she was getting better and whatever medication they were forcing on her was working and taking away the pain. The brace on her leg was helping her walk much better, and soon she would not have to use crutches. And it would only be back to using a cane and hopefully nothing after that. And once that was over, she would be over and she could be out of here before she knew it.
A few glances out the window and she could tell that the security in this place was higher and better than any place she could have ever been. But she knew that no security in the world was unbreakable and she would find a way to break this one.
She had yet to meet the owner of this said manor and she could tell that she was being avoided. Every so often, she would hear doors being shut quietly and then locked tightly.
When was she going to meet this infamous alcoholic? The alcoholic that looms over the bars of the world at night can never be found these days.
Alfred, or as he was doing his best to get her to call him by his first name, was doing his best to take care of her, but he just annoyed her. He seemed to care about her rather too much and too fast. It was unnerving. She would do her best to ignore it, but she would catch a glance here or there and sometimes the way he said her name was... as if he had been waiting to say it for a long time.
He seemed to care about her. And others that he had taken care of and the manor that she was currently living in. She could tell that this was his life and this was his world. He needed this job because this was all he had. From what she could tell about him, he was a former solider and likely in MI5 or MI6. It would be easy enough to find out with a phone call.
She could tell by his behaviour. The way he walked indicated he was a solider; he would walk straight and forward, as if he was marching onwards into battle or getting ready for it. She could smell the faint smell of gun powder on him as he would practice. The faint smell of medical equipment told her that he was bandaging up something else and he did not want her to know about it. He was always precise in the way he folded laundry, like a soldier would. Exactly. His timing was perfect, and he would always check the time and use miliarty time. He was clean shaven and took care of his physical appearance. For a man his age, he was in great shape.
But what the hell brought him to this kind of place?
Why would a former British soldier want to work for a family like this ?
She knew that he was not from Gotham but still had that similar look that other people from Gotham had. But he had a glint of hope and a watchful look in his eye. The look in his eye was a look that would scare a normal person, but she had seen much scarier looks. And her own mother was one of them. Well was.
He insisted that she call him by his first name. But she declined this many times until the old man finally gave up. She was not close to him and she was far too uncomfortable with him using her name. She was not close to him and she did not like where she was currently in this environment. He knew that he wanted to get close to her and that using first names was a way to do it. But this would not work.
And she was mentally exhausted from having to speak English. She had not spoken Japanese in the past couple of weeks. In fact, she had hardly spoken to anyone in a while and she was starting to miss speaking to people that she knew and loved.
She knew that she did not want to go back to Japan just yet. But she could not go and stay with Agasa because whatever he was told had scared him and he was barely in contact with her anymore. Whatever stronghold that they had over him, she did not like it one bit because she knew, by the sounds of it, they were threatening legal action.
And yet, for some strange reason, she was invited to a formal gala that evening.