The stock market building towers in front of me and the chilly air wraps itself around my bare legs. It's an unusual feeling, seeing that it is my first time wearing a skirt. Bane wasn't thrilled with the length, but I don't think it's indecent. The black fabric reaches my lower thigh, a few inches above my knees.

The heels Talia gave me tap irritatingly against the floor, I'm so used to moving silently that the noise is slowly creating a headache. I pass through security with ease and approach the front desk where a middle-aged woman sits behind a computer. She flicks her eyes towards me and returns her gaze back to the computer screen.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview."

"Down the hall to your left, first door on the right, and knock first."

I turn to go down the hall, without thanking her, and knock on the door after stopping in front of it. I stand for a minute, getting irritated because it's taking so long. Just as I raise my hand to knock again the door swings open. A man who looks to be in his early forties stands there, looking just as irritated as I'm feeling.

"Please come in and have a seat."

I relax into a rather comfy chair in front of his desk,as he sit's across from me.

"Your resume looks good and the recommendation from Miranda Tate was quite impressive and surprising."

He continues flipping through my false papers.

"So, I take it you're good with technology."

"Yes sir."

"You can start tomorrow."

I'm a little surprised this went so smoothly. Talia's resume she falsified must have done the trick. Apparently I'm supposed to be an on site technician. I've already went ahead and researched the subject just in case something did happen while I work here. I stand up and utter a quick thank you and shake his hand, before he has time to change his mind.

"How did it go?"

I glance up from my food to look at Barsad.

"I start tomorrow."

"I guess we can thank Ms. Tate for that."

I look back down at my bland dinner and continue eating. I think what I'm most looking forward to with this job is better food.

The three of us dump our trays and part ways. Bane and I reach our room and I sit on the bed, watching Bane remove his mask and inject himself.

"Have you spoken with Talia?" I ask

"Not recently."

"When will you start the plan?"

"A few weeks from now."

He walks towards me, gliding across the room. How a man of his size can move so fluidly I do not know.

"Are you prepared for Gotham's destruction?" he questions.

I am no stranger to death and ruin, but I feel this place will be different than all of the others. Part of me feels guilty for what we are planning for all of these people, but a conscience is not your friend in our line of work.

"As much as I can be," I answer truthfully.

His hand grazes my face, and I lean in to it, grateful for the affection.

"We will succeed. There is no need to worry."

But I was worrying. Something about this situation was not settling well with me. Whether it was Batman or the fact that revenge never ends well.

I grab his hand from my face and intertwine our fingers. He sits next to me and I lean up to place a small peck on his cheek. His gaze darkens and he leans down to capture my lips with his own.

Author's Note: You can thank my English teacher for this chapter. We are currently watching Macbeth and I decided to write this instead of watch that ridiculousness. Also, you can blame my computer for any grammatical errors. I use spell check every time, but it always misses stuff. Also, I'm always multitasking, so I'll randomly type something that has nothing to do with this story, but my Microsoft just won't pick it up.