A month on, I get what I asked for. Begrudgingly, Jason has to check my apartment for bugs and what not. I requested to come, primarily to see the old place, but also for other reasons.

"You shouldn't be here,"Jason argues, as we pull into the underground parking lot of my apartment. He taps the steering wheel in irritation.

"Why?"

"Why?" He emphasises. Okay, dumb question.

"It's my house."

"And it's under threat. So are you! Why did I bring you?" He rants, placing a stressed hand on his helmet. I ignore him and open the door, climbing out of the car. 

"Chicks," I hear him complain.

I know not to take the elevator, so I walk towards the stairs. Jason catches up to me, opening the door like a practiced gesture.

"What are you looking for again?"

"Bugs, cameras, trackers. If you're taking anything from here it'll need to go through some scans."

"Good. I want some of my clothes."

He looks at me, probably with an irritated face as we reach the third floor.

"That's the only reason you're here, isn't it?" He says, humour in his voice. I smile back at him with a shrug.

"I need my Russian Designer clothes," I joke, as we finally reach my apartment's emergency exit.

"Stay here," Jay says, moving to open the door. I only nod, folding my arms and leaning back against the stair railing. I tell him to be careful as he enters.

I'm up for a fight if there are sensors that pick up on our presence here. It's why I'm only dress in pants, a button-up blouse and canvas shoes.

In my handbag I have a gun and two knives. You, know; prepared for a day in Gotham City.

There's not memory in mind of me being excited to come here. I came with a goal and it's the goal that had me excited; but now I realise this city is energising and rejuvenating to be a part of.

Of course that's likely to be for a few reasons. The Bat is probably number one. There's a sense of adrenaline-like danger. A villain could attack at any moment.

For me it's the people. A like-minded mayor, a strong commissioner, a helpful assistant...a new family.

"Three cameras all down and four sensors. You have two minutes," Jason says when he comes back out. He holds his hand out to me and I take it.

He leads me in and I feel a sort of calm wash over me. My apartment looks a little dishevelled where intruders have been less than careful. There's an odd smell and it's very cold.

"Oh no," I groan, taking quick steps towards the balcony. Sliding the doors open, I am met with the sight of my completely and utterly destroyed garden. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

The plants have been ripped from the root, thrown around with soil spraying all over the place. My fake grass Kira and Levi loved so much is literally gone. 

Jason rests a hand on my shoulder, knowing that I had spent time and effort in that garden. And, that I loved it very much.

"It's nearly spring too!" I complain childishly. I place my hand over his on my shoulder. "Please kill them," I say.

He laughs, pulling me further into him and kissing my head.

"C'mon. Clothes time."

Thank the Goddess, my wardrobe remains untouched. I grab a bag and start filling it with an array of my work clothes, clean and pristine.

I hand the bag to Jason, before reaching for another.

"More?" He complains.

"Shoes," I reply lightly, moving over to them. I add four pairs of heels, some jewellery and another bag. I also go into my office and grab a couple of files for work.

As I'm searching for one last court order in my paper tray, I hear Jason talking outside in a fast and worried tone.

I walk back into the living room where he's standing.

"What's up?"

"Emergency," he sighs, hanging up on whomever he had been talking to. At that very moment, there's an explosion in the distance. I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Go down stairs, get in the car and go back to the manor, okay?" He says gently. I nod quickly. He ducks forward hugging me for a split second before turning to the balcony.

"Please be careful!" I shout, as he pull out his grappling gun, standing on the railing.

"Always am!" He calls back, disappearing.

I sigh, looking to the two bags I need to heave down stairs. I don't bother trying to make two trips, grabbing both bags and dragging them out the door.

Taking the elevator is a definite nono, so the stairs are my only option. I don't want to roll them down for fear of breaking the heels.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually I have both bags in the backseat of Jason's Lancer. Just as I open the driver door to climb in and drive away, I realise what I've forgotten.

My handbag is up in my wardrobe. I'd leave it there, but my phone, other keys, weapons and purse are in there. What a stupid mistake.

Locking the car, I turn back to the building and sprint up the stairs.

There's every chance Jason missed a sensor, so I have to be careful.

I open the door and run in, doing a split second sweep with my eyes. I check both ways down the hallway, before running into the bedroom. Heartbeat up, I enter the wardrobe.

My fingers brush the bag, when I here two telling thumps from my bedroom.

I reach in, grabbing my gun and cocking it slightly, slipping my handbag into a secure position. The sensors are broken. They absolutely are. It's just Jason, checking back in on me.

"Jay?" I can't stop myself from calling it out before I do. Wincing, I lean up against the wall, back presses to the side of the entrance.

I peek around, gun at the ready, to see a figure by the window.

"Who are you?" I ask, keeping a firmness to my tone. I step out, all instincts on high, to see that there is in fact a girl in front of me.

She's wearing a familiar looking uniform, the bold colours of orange, black and white. With a silver ponytail, guns and a sword, it takes me several seconds to realise I am looking at a sidekick of Deathstroke.

"You're the DA?" Is all she says, hand tapping against her gun. She begins sidling up to me, obviously trying to be as seductive as possible. I roll my eyes; I know that move. I used to use it.

"Yes. And you are?"

"Ravager," she says, now stroking her gun's barrel. She looks extremely impressed with herself. She must think I'm some useless suit, with no fighting power to her name.

Well, Ravager AKA Rose Wilson, is about to find out she's very wrong. I know who she is, thanks to my sister's powers and some extensive investigation into Slade Wilson himself.

"Rose Wilson?" I question, finding my smirk. That stops her in her tracks.

"How do you-"

"Bit strange, isn't it? Dressing up just like daddy, and your brother."

Her shock isn't easily masked, but she does veil it with a glare. She draws her gun.

"I just wanted to meet the girl he replaced me with." And she suddenly turns the tables back. I blink curiously...

"Who?"

She laughs, "You know who."

Impossible. What did Jason say? He'd never had a girlfriend. So how...

"You mean my ever loving boyfriend?" I continue. I had heard the Red Hood and Ravager worked together sometimes. I never thought it'd be anymore than that.

"He doesn't do love," she responds, irritated. 

"Wrong," I smirk. "He does it quite well. He tells me every night before we go to sleep in the same bed and every morning when he wakes up next to me."

Anger flares up in her posture and I can't help but deepen my smirk. I've been itching for a good fight since my last one. She's likely to be a worthy opponent.

"You won't be smiling when he's gone from your grasp," she says, gun still pointed, stalking backwards. I sigh.

"Don't tell me you're leaving already Rose. I have been looking forward to a fight."

Ravager throws her head back, laughing loudly.

"You wouldn't last two seconds with me," she says. And ah, those really are the magic words.

I'm leaping through the air, pushing off of the bed post and sailing towards her before she can draw her sword. Maneuvering my body, I swing my leg around and kick her mid-air, toe of my boot meeting her cheek.

The action is fueled by anger and jealousy. I'm not thought to be that over-protective, crazy girlfriend type. Perhaps I am.

She recovers immediately, reaching for her gun before I kick out of her hand. Spinning around, I follow through with a second to her face, all within three seconds of my leap.

"Not just the DA," I tell her, holding my gun to her head. Echoes in my mind of Bruce's voice waver my intent to kill her. In a moment of weakness I let the gun lower slightly.

She takes the opportunity to kick my leg out from underneath me. I stop my fall with my hands, head flicking up to watch for her next attack.

But she's gone.

~

Wrote this at school lol