Barry didn't know when the habit formed- sometime between Wally getting trapped in the speed force and Iris almost dying- but he found he couldn't sleep unless he ran by everyone and knew they were safe. That everyone was in their place. Checked on Cisco and Caitlin's apartments, swung by Eddie and Iris' house, stopped by Joe and Cecile's.

And now that routine included Jordan's apartment. Since he walked her home last weekend, he always circled Jordan's block last, concerned that even being seen with him alone, however briefly, would be enough to put a target on her back. He knew it was irrational- things were relatively quiet apart from the "metahuman of the week" as Cisco called it. But he did it anyway.

Besides, they hadn't heard from Jordan since Cisco ran her off. He figured that was that- having a practical stranger throw your dirty laundry in your face in public wasn't usually forgiven. He figured he would stop after a couple of weeks- long enough to make sure she was in the clear from any association with him.

It might even be necessary, he mused to himself as he ran by on the autumn night. Although she was kind, even when Cisco unceremoniously broached her past relationship or interrupted her drinking coffee, she still was cagey with her answers. Somehow, she seemed more guarded than himself. She purposefully chose to live in one of the seedier parts of town- and alluded to her experience

Checking on her wasn't for any other reason.

She began to feel the aches in her shoulders as she worked with her punching bag. She wasn't sure how long she'd been in her training room. All she could feel was the electric current under her skin, begging for some sort. She needed something to do. Bringing her Wing Chun dummy felt like too much of a maybe- that she could still come back and put on her mask. But at times like these she missed the familiarity.

She still hadn't stepped foot inside Wayne Enterprises. Her office sat at the top of the tower- a whole floor to herself. She practically sprinted to see it her first night in Central City, but the urgency to go inside was nowhere to be found. Her Wayne Enterprises portfolio shrunk since leaving- her causes never focused on bringing in more money. Jordan found herself drawn to humanitarian projects, where she could make a difference as herself, not someone behind a mask. Since they were primarily Gotham based someone else handled them now. Jordan had told Bruce she would take a couple of months off, but maybe that was the wrong choice.

Maybe that's what she was missing right now. A task. A goal. Ever since D-Day she felt like she was floating from decision to decision, with the only substantive decision being leaving Gotham and the Bat Family behind. Normally, she'd spitball ideas with Jason on a white board, and present the best to Bruce for approval.

She left her support circle behind. She was in a new city. She made her choice, and she needed to show she could thrive. Her punches grew more desperate and less purposeful as she began to be lost in her thoughts. Jordan stopped herself before she injured herself. Bruce always reproached her when her emotions bled into her actions.

It was the reason he never told her the truth.

She could call Jason. He hadn't said much, except a brief phone call after the board meeting checking on her, reminding her that Central City and Gotham weren't that far apart. At least he wasn't pressuring her like Dick- she stopped responding after the third you can always come back. The two former Robins were different in so many ways. Jordan knew Jason would be here in a heartbeat if she asked, but she couldn't do that to him. She was the one living in self-imposed isolation.

What Jordan needed was a project. Something that she could throw her energy into, but also establish roots in Central City. Something that demonstrated that she cared about the community, and something to show the rest of her family that she was here to stay. The Wayne Enterprises satellite office was a recent addition to Central City's skyline, it needed some good publicity.

Problem was, she didn't know Central City like she knew Gotham. But she realized she knew someone who just might. Jordan pulled out her phone. She wasn't sure if Iris would be willing to help, but she had seemed kind at their initial meeting, and who would know more about the city than a reporter?

Hey Cisco- could you give me Iris' cell number?

Sure. Hey, I'm really sorry about last weekend- I was out of line.

No big deal. Jordan replied with a small smile. It was atypical to receive apologies in the Wayne family- things were done for the good of the mission or the good of the company. Her recent experience showed that that's how it would always be, no matter who was involved.

She was her own person now.

Hey Iris- it's Jordan Wayne. I was wondering if you had time this week to come to the Wayne building? I'll trade an interview for information.

Deal. Do you have time today?