It's Friday, but instead of being at school like a normal teenager. I'm here...at the den. I sat in the middle of the lobby floor as I scrub the carpet from all the grim and unknown spots. Rand wondered the room occasionally sniffing a discolored spot on the floor only to make a weird sneeze like noise if it's bad.

I continue to scrub the floor with a brush as I felt myself start to drift into my mind. If it wasn't for the annoyed sigh I probably would have sunk into it. I look up to meet Damian as he watches from the entrance. 

His face was twisted in many emotions, so many  probably couldn't name them all. "Get off the floor." He huffs aggressively before walking over to me and yanking me up himself. "You are not a servant who washes floors on their hands and knees." He scowls. 

I watch him as he chunks my brush into the bucket I was using and moves it aside. He then glances around looking at the room. "I haven't been anywhere but here and the basement sense the incident." I mutter.

Damian glances at me his green eyes soft. "You know..." He starts off quietly, "I never did get that tour." He finishes playfully as he nudges me gently. I felt a playful smile slip onto my lips before it fades at all the negative thoughts.

"yeah but I'm sure it wont be as good because of all the missing dogs and the possibility that somethings might be missing." I mutter. I felt Damian take my hand softly before he grips it tightly intertwining our fingers.

"I'm sure it will be good either way." He whispers, I felt a small smile play on my lips before pulling him up the large stair case. I show him the feeding room, the bathroom, and the playroom. 

He seemed most impressed by the feeding room considering it Wayne tech. "You've seen my room." I sigh as we finish the sleeping areas. "Only once or twice." He smirks before pulling me all the way to the top.  

I bite my lip nervously as we reach my door. I look at the nob to see it's been tampered with. I turn the nob only to relax and see that it's still locked. I quickly dig into my pocket for the key only to groan hen I feel I don't have it.

Damian simply smirks before kneeling at the door and digs in his pocket. My eyes widen as he pulls out a lock pick, I sent him a look that he only shrugs at.

"You never know when you need to be prepared beloved." He chimes just as a 'click' sounds from the door. Damian looks at me smugly before moving out of the way. He held his arm out gesturing for me to be the one to open the door.

I sigh nervously before opening the door slowly. IT opens with a creek and the room comes into vision. It dark except for the light that filters in threw my slightly broken wall window. I feel for the light switch before walking in slowly. 

Rand however, doesn't waste time as he rushes forward into the room and jump onto our old bed that's covered in dust. I rub my arm as I glance around the room. It feels...foreign to be here. I slowly walk around the room brushing my fingers against my desk on one side before making my way past my bed and to the clothes racks filled with clothes. 

I gently sift threw the clothes looking at each one only few a few seconds before moving to the next piece. I feel warm arms wrap around my abdomen and a chin rest it's self on my head. "These are all vary beautiful beloved." He said softly watching me flick  threw the clothes.

  "There's this wonderful thing called thrift shopping handsome." I chuckle. I can feel the smirk on Damian's lips as I call him handsome. "You should let me take sometime." I offer as I pull away to look at the rest of my room. The bathroom I have wasn't anything special it had a large old tub and a shower that were separate but that's the only thing that made is any kind of different.

I turn back around to the room its gloomy state bothered me as I look at it. Suddenly an idea pops into my head and a wide grin spreads across my face. "What's with that look beloved?" Damian asks as he walks over to me. 

"well..." I trail with a teasing grin as I dance around the room. Just thinking of all the improvements I could make. "I was thinking how sad it is that I let it get old and dusty. So I thought about how Jason has all his 'Safehouses' " I said as I use air quotes around 'safehouse'. 

"I could turn this into my own little safe house." I grin as I look at him with a wide grin. "Jason gave me my own card I'm sure I could use it and get some repairs and a bit of improvements going." I grin as I look around again envisioning some of the stuff I could use.

Damian hums from his spot in the room "Why don't you use that card to hire cleaners to scrub the floor for you." He grunts. I sent him a playful look as I look at my bed as Rand snoozed on it peacefully. 

"Me and you could crash here when we need alone time and I'm sure this could be out little hang out spot slash base of operations." I laugh. "I like that first option the most beloved." He chuckles.

"Who knows I might go back to old ways one day or I could turn this place into a night club or something." I shrug as I look out my big glass window. "I think I would prefer to have you back to your old ways, and I think I speak for Gotham when I say that considering what happened the last time a party went on here." He chuckles.

I scoff "There have been worse parties." I defend, Damian shot me an amused look as he mockingly shook his head playfully agreeing with me. I scoff dramatically and swat his shoulder. He laughs as he catches my hand before I could hit him a second time. But we were soon interrupted by a small knock on the door. 

Without any hesitation I pull out the small gun Jason had gotten me as Damian pulls out a few Bat-a-rangs. We both look at the door and a small figure slowly steps in with their hands up. "Nikkita." I hum in surprise. Damian is quick to put away his weapon before she notices the origin of them.

"What brings you here?" I ask as I slowly crept over to her. She couldn't stand still in her spot as she looks at the ground shifting her weight side to side and playing with her hands. " I come here time to time to see if you're ever here." She mumbles.

"Speak up darling." I sigh watching her flinch and clear her throat. "I come to see if you would show up." She states more clearly. I look at her puzzled on why she would be looking for me of all people. Normal people tend to avoid looking for me unless they came to beg for mercy.

"Well here I am." I smirk at her. She looks at me this time as her eyes light up slightly. "Well...umm" She stutters over her words not quite finding them. " I was kinda hoping you could be my mentor of sorts?" She asks quietly. 

My eyes widen at her request. I shoot my head over to Damian as he looks just as shocked as I am. "And why would you want that exactly?" I ask slowly. She looks at the ground again shifting her weight in her spot. 

I sent her a slight glare "Look at me when you speak to me." I order. She quickly picks her head up and I can see its flush red. "Well umm...I'm kinda alone here in Gotham and well...I was just kinda hoping you could be someone who teach me how to survive on my own." She explains. 

This is beyond me. This...little girl, is asking me to teach her how to survive on the streets. I've been on them for over a decade. Damian and  I are on our final stages of junor year of high school and this little girl couldn't be even be out of middle school yet.

"And..." I start but cut my self almost afraid of hearing the answer to the question I'm about to ask. "Just how -old- are you?" I ask slowly. I watch her shift again this time she tries to cover herself as she answers "Sixteen" She whispers. 

I shot her a harsh glare and she flinched dropping her guarded arms and leaves herself out in the open. "Don't you -dare- lie to me." I scowl. I watch her nod her head in agreement. "Now I'll ask again, How old are you?" I ask more sternly.

I stare at her as she bites her lip and play with her hands. "Thirteen" She whispers. My eyes widen in shock. I snap my head over to Damian as he watches her intensely but calmly. I however was no such thing, I am pissed.

Who the hell let this little girl, who by the way is the littlest and most timid thing I have -ever- seen, walk around one of the most twisted and darkest places in Gotham. Better yet, why the hell was she even at a high school party dressed as she was. 

"Who the fuck do I need to kill." I growl lowly. Damian steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder "We mustn't play with murder beloved." he chuckles lowly "It isn't civil" he adds sarcastically. I let out a high pitch scoff "When have you -ever- cared about being civil?" I ask. He sent me a small smirk "On occasions where you aren't" He replies smoothly.

I roll my eyes at the boy before looking at Nikkita. "Well darling looks like we have work to do," I smirk