"Is it always that busy?" Kalie asks me. It's 6:00pm, which for the rest of the office means home time. Not me; for me it means, four more hours Venus.

"No. Because I've been absent things have built up, it will get easier though," I say, not looking up from my paper work. "You however, can leave now."

"But...what about you?" She asks, quieter. She takes the seat on the other side of my desk.

"I'll be here until 10:00, as usual."

"10:00?...That's fourteen hours of work without a break!"

I glance up at her, "The life of a DA," I smile.

"Well, would you like me to get you anything?"

"No thank you. You should know you did really well today, though. I'm very glad that we met," I say as I place papers into a file, put them in the right pile and grab more paperwork.

"Thank you. I-I really do appreciate this," she gushes, before standing up. "I hope the four hours go quickly."

"So do I," I mumble, smiling at her before she leaves. After that the entire floor is silent.

Time passes by at the pace of a snail. Sheet after sheet of paperwork crosses my desk. I read and sign off on them, or fill them out or comprehend them.

The pile is half its size by 8:00. Good for timing then. Annoyingly, however, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I state irritably.

"Why so grumpy?"

"What do you want, Telysha?"

"I forgot to tell you the good news."

"Shoot," I say partially listening whilst filling out more paperwork.

"We got more evidence against Morton Toller!" I stop writing immediately, dropping my pen and picking the phone up.

"Morton Toller... that creepy English teacher who'd dress his victims up as characters from a book?"

"That's the one. We knew it was him but you kept saying we didn't have enough evidence to take to court. I think we've got it now."

"Yeah? What?"

"Literature!"

"...I'm going to need more than that."

"Every book on his iPad library is a book one of the characters are from!"

"How do you know?"

"A student told me."

I sigh heavily and begins wondering if I need to send her back to law school. I guess me not being around has lead everyone astray.

"You're telling me you want to walk into a courtroom and tell the judge that some kid got an illegal glimpse at the suspects iPad library and thinks what he saw were the books the victim's characterisations were from?" I ask seriously.

"...No."

"Really?"

"Maybe."

"Do I need to file an office sabbatical for you? Send you back to New York for enlightenment?"

"No no! I-I'm sorry! I'll get on it and call you back with something better!"

"Good," I reply, before slamming my phone back into it's hold a little to firmly. One day the simple irritation I get from this job is going to kill me.

I work silently and quickly, which takes me over until 10:11. The pile has dispersed and I am done. I back my things up and head out of the office, nodding to the cleaner.

Resisting the urge to rub my eyes, because I don't need my eyes make-up to look like a raccoon, I get into the lift with a yawn.

My phone rings once, signalling a text.

'With ur man 2nite? ;)'

Rolling my eyes I delete Taylor's text and step into the car park, making an eerie bee-line for the Lambo.

As usual things aren't particularly quiet on the mean streets of Gotham. I remember where I have three guns stashed.

That reminds me; I should make sure Kalie knows how to fight.

When I'm walking through the door of my apartment, I immediately grab a hair lackey from the draw I place my keys in. Whilst tying my hair in a bun I slip my shoes off and place them by the coatrack, where I hang my jacket.

Yes, things in my apartment must always be neat and tidy.

I undo two buttons on my long-sleeved white blouse and resist to pull my black pencil skirt down. As I do most nights, I pour some wine.

The phone rings just as I open up a cookbook.

"What?" I growl when I answer, turning it on speaker.

"I know you're angry with me, but I really think I have something!" Telysha panics. I take a deep breath and try smiling.

"Tell me," I say, upping the volume before walking across the living room to the window sill. I have herbs growing in a pot there.

"His account on the app store. It has records of the books he purchased. I got an IT worker at the GCPD to check on it. Every book he owns, a victim's characterisation."

"It could be easily written off as coincidence. On the time make sure to ask rhetorical question. Approach the jury, look them in the eye, get through to them on a level; who buys just these books? Hit all five who, why, where, what and how then finish off with an abbreviation."

"You got it... You're talking like you're not going."

"This is your case Telly. You and Mariska work it."

"Mariska? This is not her thing, you know that."

"If this isn't her thing, then neither is being DA. She needs to quit if she can't do it."

"I'll tell her. Anyway....what case are you working on?"

"Lately this new type of cult killing that involve tattooing."

"Oh good, everyone tried that but they've been stuck. Not doubt it would take you all of a day to finish," she says sounding relaxed now.

"Well, I plan to focus on it at all times now."

She laughs on the other end. I begin chopping thing up for the pan.

"That's not word in the office. Won't you be a little distracted by Christian?"

I freeze my chopping on the spot, frowning up the ceiling. Christian...Christian...Chris-ti-an... Nope, blank.

"Who?" I ask, my tone coming off as disgusted and confused. Probably my face too.

"He...He works for you. Same position as me. You see him every day."

Christian. Christian, from work. Doesn't ring a be-OH. "Blonde surfer guy? Really shit in serious cases but can rock a Jury's world in simpleton court?" Simpleton court is code for, 'not a murder trial'.

"Yes. He's like, in love with you."

"Oh dude, gross. I don't even know who he is. Then again sometimes I even get you and Lucy confused."

"Who's Lucy?"

"The main receptionist..."

"Venus, her name is Lisa."

"Isn't Lisa the IT girl?"

"That's Linda."

"Dammit!"

"Jesus, you really only pay attention to the cases huh?" She laughs. I shrug like she can see it. I throw all of my components in the pan. "Anyway, back to you. Christian said he was going to as you out."

"I better get my new secretary to tell him no before it happens."

"Why?" She asks, sounding shock.

"Off the top of my head, I still don't really know who you're talking about. If it's who I think it is he is so not my type. Plus, dating in the workplace is wrong," I finish strongly.

"True, your type lately seems to be huge solid guys with dark hair and pretty blue eyes named Jason Todd," she jokes. I freeze immediately, squaring my shoulders.

Don't talk about him, I want to say. I shut my eyes tightly and clench my fists, willing thoughts and pain over him to go away.

"Tell her I have green eyes."

Oh my.

Spinning around on the spot, I see Jason sitting casually on my lounge. I reach out without taking my eyes off him and grab the phone.

"Call you back later."

"What? No-" Is all she gets out before I cut off the connection. Then I find myself smiling at him. Too much. You idiot don't smile like that or he'll know you're happy to see him!

"Before this conversation begins or whatever, please remove your shoes from my lounge. It's Arya Leather," I squeak.

He rolls his eyes but does as I ask.

"How long were you there?"

"Heard something about a tattoo cult when I came in." Oh my God he heard all of my memory fails.

"What can I do you for?" I ask sipping some of my wine.

"I think you've got an alcohol problem," he states bluntly, before smirking. I glare and place my glass down. 

"I'm serious. I've got sleep to catch up on," I say, stepping across the living-room slowly.

"I've just uh...I've been thinking, I guess."

"Careful. Don't make a habit," I grin.

He chuckles, "Don't plan on it. But I think I've made a good choice." 

My fingers fiddle nervously. A choice? Is he up for it? "Really? What have you decided on?" I ask, cautious as to the outcome of this.

He stands up and I resist the urge to back away slightly. Three steps and he's centimetres away from me, staring me down with an emerald gaze.

I hope I don't look like I've just worked fourteen hours.

In fact, a second of him looking at me felt like an hour, but a good hour. Like it didn't matter how much time passed. As long as he'd always be this close to me.

Why I sound so cheesy when I'm talking about him, I'll never know. He leans in, but does not touch me. Maybe I'm bright red.

"A relationship. I can do it... with you." 

...And that's all I needed to hear.

~

-Unedited and written by a sleepy Kaido-

Follow my wattpad Insta! KaidoKurahana

Love you all,

Stay magical!

-Kaido xx