Her Central City office was opposite her Gotham office. Where her Gotham office was cramped, musty, and dark her new office was much larger and brighter. The floor-to-ceiling windows peeked out over Central City's downtown area. The 38th floor of the office building was entirely hers- the employees had quickly transported whoever occupied the area previously to another portion of the building. Staring out the window, Jordan felt a slight pang of guilt over how her choice to leave impacted another she had not met.

"Jordan- it's good to see you again!" Iris said, knocking on the door frame before she stepped into the room. She was dressed comfortably, but professionally in black slacks and heels, and a dark red button-up tucked in. Jordan was glad she forced herself to change from her workout clothes into a much more professional olive-green sweater dress with brown boots.

Jordan smiled. "I appreciate you being willing to take time today to talk to me." She gestured to her desk and both women took a seat. "Water?"

Iris shook her head and shook her Jitters cup. "No, I'm good, but thank you. Though I am curious about the information you're looking for."

"Well," Jordan began, tapping her pen on her desk. "I primarily focused on humanitarian efforts in Gotham; criminal justice reform, poverty, and education, but I lost my portfolio of projects when I left. I'm starting to go crazy with all the downtime. You're from here- you know what the city needs."

Iris paused for a beat, looking beyond Jordan's shoulder briefly as if she was weighing her options. She looked back at her. "Well, there is one issue that I feel hasn't gotten the limelight it deserves that is unique to Central City."

"Which is?"

"Metahuman rights."

Jordan nodded as she wrote it down on the pad of paper in front of her. "I would have assumed with the Flash having coffee named after him, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Most people really seem to support him."

The other girl smiled softly, grabbing her phone. "That's true. Although there are metahumans like the Flash & Vibe who do a lot of good for the city, people only want to focus on the ones like Weatherman or the Top when it comes down to it. So, there has been a lot of debate with city hall and the police force of what to do."

Is this too close to home? Jordan thought to herself, biting the top of the pen. It wasn't like she was associating herself with the Flash or hunting down metahumans herself. There was no vigilantism required. However, she was well aware that as soon as her name was out there it'd be associated with metahumans.

And that could bring unwanted attention.

Not seeing the inner debate raging in Jordan's brain, Iris continued. "Councilwoman Harriet Montgomery introduced a bill that would require genetic tests for all current and future city employees, public school employees, and inmates to verify whether an individual was a metahuman or not. The bill would also require testing to be done before a student enters public school."

"That seems… unethical. And a lot." Jordan replied with her eyebrow raised. "And quick to open up to lawsuits."

Iris nodded. "For the most part, others on the City Council have been against the plan, but it seems as if their minds are changing one at a time." Her eyes lit up for a second. "Councilman Voss is hosting a round table during lunch tomorrow. I have a press pass for it, but my dad's captain for his precinct is on the panel. I bet I could get you a spot. Captain Singh is rather frustrated with the whole idea."

On one hand, the issue may be a little closer to what she's running away from than she'd like.

But on the other hand, it would send a message to the Bat Family that she was here to stay.

Jordan nodded. "If it can be done, I'd be willing to participate."

Grinning, Iris waved Jordan off. "I texted him. I'm sure it won't be an issue. I reminded him of your unique experience in Gotham- I saw you've been rescued by the Batman once or twice from different situations."

"Saved by Batman is a Wayne rite of passage." Jordan snorted, semi-wishing she could tell Iris why her statement was ironic. "Well, being a member of a panel is how Cisco recognized me the other week. It's probably fitting that a panel is how I start my work in the city now that I'm staying."

Iris swirled her coffee, looking slightly nervous as she contemplated her next statement. "Caitlin told me why you disappeared from the club. I'm sorry about Cisco- it had been a while since we had everyone in the group out with us and I think it made him a little too aggressive with his activities."

Jordan shrugged, setting her pen down. "It's fine. Like I told Barry, Cisco didn't say anything wrong."

She sighed, leaning back into her chair. Iris at least seemed like a caring, ethical reporter. If it was going to be out there, then at least it was someone decent publishing about it. "Dick and I had been dating for a little over a year before I left. I found out he spent more than half of that time cheating with our friend Barbara. Everyone in the Wayne family knew, except for me."

Jordan paused, trying to recall the story she imagined since she technically figured it out when Barbara was paralyzed by the Joker. It didn't seem right to throw that part in. "I found out when I came home early from a business trip. I purchased the Central City apartment twelve hours later, then moved cities the next day."

"Hence, the need for distraction."

She gave a small smile. "Yeah, exactly."

Taking a sip of her coffee, Iris returned the smile. "I think, instead of having me write the story of why you moved, we should focus on a story chronicling the time you spend on metahuman rights. The past should stay in the past."

Slow blinking, Jordan looked at the reporter. It's not like her experience with the press was bad in Gotham or that she had a large ego, but she knew a story about this could fetch big dollars or prestige. "Are you sure? A deal is a deal."

Iris stuck out her hand. "And I'm changing the deal. Besides, Captain Singh texted back. He got it arranged for you to be on the panel. It's at noon in the City Council chambers."

Jordan shook Iris's hand. Maybe I won't be as alone in Central City as I thought.

The panel definitely wasn't a boring endeavor. Councilman Voss must have already had relationships with the others on the panel as he asked each member pointed questions after introductions. He commanded the room as he walked around in his suit and white cane. The wrinkles on his face suggested he was older, but not old enough for a joint replacement. She assumed it was some sort of injury elsewhere.

Councilwoman Montgomery made her distaste for Captain Singh clear early on in the conversation, with her bird-like face pinching every time he spoke. Her pearls swung on her neck whenever she pointed at another member to refute their claim. Her loud turquoise suit drew Jordan's eyes to her- whether she wanted to look at her or not.

The school administrator chosen to sit on the panel seemed like an easy target to Councilwoman Montgomery- she ultimately proclaimed that any meta-attack on their school now rested on their shoulders- both figuratively and legally. The poor person who was suckered into the panel continually turned whiter and whiter as the panel drug on.

Jordan could see why Iris felt the issue was worth it to investigate from the panel alone.

"You know," Councilman Voss said, "We've been so caught up in focusing on Central City, that our guest from Gotham hasn't been able to share her views. Would you be willing to, Miss Wayne?"

Jordan smiled. "Of course," she said, taking a sip of water to calm her nerves. "Honestly, I feel Central City is lucky to have the Flash."

"Oh," the councilman replied, his eyebrow raised at her. Like all the other times he had stopped pacing, he leaned on his white cane for support while standing in front of where she sat. Jordan had noticed the slight limp in his left leg. "Why is that?"

"Well, Central City has a hero who is willing to be a hero in the light. In Gotham, Batman and those he works with hide in the shadows. Flash is a role model to the community." She looked over at Councilwoman Montgomery, who had spent any time she had for speaking focusing on reminding people of the injuries, death, and destruction metahumans have caused. "Batman's greatest villains aren't special. The Joker would pass this genetic test. So would Penguin. The Riddler. Bane. The absence of a metahuman gene didn't make them upstanding citizens, just like how having a metahuman gene does not make someone a menace."

Captain Singh jumped in, reminding the panel members and audience of the staggering difference in crime between Gotham and Central City. It was clear that he was a major proponent for metahumans. And she listened as the panel devolved to near shouting, with Councilwoman Montgomery becoming red in the face.

Councilman Voss glanced at his watch. "Oh! Look at the time." He spoke loudly, looking around the room. "Please, remember, the council serves its citizens. We hope that this panel debate was informative, and we encourage you to reach out to your respective council representative to share your thoughts." He briefly stopped at Councilwoman Montgomery's seat at the table, leaning down to whisper in her ear, then left the room. A scrawny man, an intern Jordan assumed, raced after him down the hall.

"Thanks for the assist." Captain Singh said, rising from his chair to stand next to her. "Iris was right about needing someone else on the panel."

Jordan pursed her lips, looking at the older woman glaring across from them. "I don't think I helped much."

"You made it more balanced- and your point about Gotham's criminals versus Central City's potentially helped some see that it doesn't matter if we do something like this. There would still be criminals. I hope their… antics didn't scare you off."

Jordan grinned. "Trust me, takes much more than that." She turned and walked towards Iris. She had promised an interview after the panel as Iris began to compile information for her story.

"We have a new problem." Councilman Voss aggressively spoke into his phone once he sat in his truck. "Singh found a new ally. The Wayne girl that moved to the city has decided to get involved."

"How do you want to handle it, sir?"

"Ask Jack to handle it." Voss sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And set up a meeting between me and Mr. Wilson. We may need his services after all."