I may post quite a few of these drabbles.

[Part of me is getting a muse back but I don't want to get my hopes up or anyone else's and say that it's completely back just yet. On the other hand, I'm thinking of another rp with characters that I've created as well as some that some other have created, hopefully they wouldn't mind. Well, I wouldn't really be taking anything. Anyway, it's a Gotham-based rp. If you read my last blog post before this one, you might have an idea as to what it would be about. In the meantime, enjoy another drabble. <3]

Blonde locks. Long legs. Pale skin. Pink lips. Everything about her just seemed, well, delicate. Looks can be really deceiving though and that's nothing new.

In her bathroom, she adjusted her bun to hide the green that hid at it's ends. The color was fading and, at this point, it was hard to tell it was even green for the most part. She smiled at her reflection, feeling that she looked the part that she was trying to play. Her light gray pencil skirt reached down to her knees, fitting her frame just right. The white oxford she was wearing was buttoned and tucked neatly into the waist of her skirt, a gray suit vest, the same shade as her skirt, resting over the shirt. The pearls she wore rested just perfectly over what was exposed of her collarbones, matching pearl studs in her ears. To say the least, she felt ready for the day. She had to admit that she'd gotten used to wearing things like this, but it was far from her favorite.

It was nothing to take the train now, something that she'd gotten used to over the past month and a half, but she still preferred running free to get where she had to go. It also seemed to take less time that way but she had to do what she had to do and, to properly play a role, sometimes you just had to make sacrifices.

Upon reaching her destination, having caught a cab to her place of employment, she was halted at the sidewalk as a car pulled past her. She cluctched at the strap of the brown leather satchel that she carried, her free hand balling into a fist. She knew those weren't employees and there was no denying that something felt amiss in the air. Swallowing that feeling, she put on her best appearance, not letting it get to her. Getting to her desk was thankfully a breeze and she figured that she wouldn't be bothered and, for a while, she wasn't. A few hours had gone by since she'd sat down at her desk by the time one of her coworkers was leaning over the top of her cubicle.

"You're wanted in the top office, blondie."

She hoped that her nose didn't scrunch up the way she thought it did. Reflexes. It wasn't the nickname that bothered her. It was the fact that her work was being disrupted. She did what she was supposed to do though and stood from her seat, adjusting her skirt and vest before making her way to the office that had summoned her. The ride on the elevator had given her more than enough time to compose herself. She wasn't sure why she felt nervous all of a sudden. She was better than this, better than getting nervous at someone simply asking to see her. Then again, it wasn't every day that the boss needed to see somone in the head office.

Stepping off the elevator, she greeted the receptionist with a warm smile, immediately allowed to head into the top office. Upon opening the doors, she wished she hadn't been greeted with the sight in front of her. It wasn't really a good feeling to see a familiar face. Namely, his face.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne. Did you call for me?"

This was the Wayne that she grew up with. Damian. A trouble maker in his own right but, from what she was aware of, he'd grown into a more respectful man. She had never really been one to keep up with the Waynes. It wasn't something that she really took an interest in. Not to mention, she had more important things on her plate.

"Yes, come in. Take a seat," he had already stood from behind his desk, gesturing for one of the empty seats in front of his desk, "I've been hearing good things about you. You're the newest employee, right?"

She shouldn't have felt so sick to her stomach about his smile but she couldn't help it. This was a kid that had been adamant about getting into her business when they were younger. Well, getting into wasn't quite right. It had seemed that he knew more about her than was comfortable even though, thankfully, he never really voiced it. The air that some pompous rich kids carried. Maybe he didn't know as much as he led on though, especially now. How long had it been since they'd last crossed paths this closely?

She shook his hand before taking a seat, a leg crossing over the other. Now, scanning his appearance, he looked a lot like what she remembered so it wasn't hard to believe that he was the same kid.

Tall. A lot taller than he used to be. His hair was thick, naturally loose curls; his haircut looked fresh from a barber's chair. He had broad shoulders with naturally sun-kissed skin. dark features but light gray eyes. His build reminded her of his father, Bruce, but she hadn't a clue just who the boy's mother was.

"Excuse me."

She blinked. Where had her mind gone just now?

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," she sat more erect in the seat, hands folded in her lap.

"Lillian, correct?"

It felt weird to hear that, even though she'd been hearing it for almost two months already, "Yes, it's Lillian, Mr. Wayne."

His smile still felt off-putting, "You're the top in your department. Have you had a promotion in mind?"

"Not at the moment. I've gotten used to where I am, even though it hasn't been long."

"From how quickly you've been getting your work done, it seems that you've had similar work in other areas before joining us. Mind if I ask where you've worked before?"

"Well, I can't say that I've really had a steady job before this. Hobbies can become practice is all."

She noticed the slight clench in his jaw. He was fishing for something. She had to be extra careful. As he began to speak again, she noticed the softening of his demeanor.

"I've been receiving reports of employees losing some of the information they've input. Have you lost any information by chance?"

"Not that I can remember, no."

"Have you happened to hear anything about it, by chance?"

"I can't say that I have. I doubt anyone would confide in me with that kind of stuff, Mr. Wayne. When you're the new player on the team, not that many are willing to talk to you at first."

"They could also be quite willing to open up to someone new though, don't you think?"

"I can't say. I've never been in that situation before."

As she stood, he stood as well, catching her attention. It didn't seem that he would be stopping her from leaving.

"Ms. Jepson."

She looked over her shoulder, stopping on her way to the door, "Yes, Mr. Wayne?"

"Have we met before?"

A smile pulled lightly at the edges of her lips, "I've been told I'm quite unforgettable, Mr. Wayne. If you had, I'm sure you'd remember me."

"Maybe it's just my mistake then," he smiled, gray eyes sparkling as he looked after her, "Have a good day, Ms. Jepson."

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne. You as well, and I do hope that you get the answers that you're looking for."

With that said, she disappeared from the office. On her way to elevator, she sighed in relief, thankful to be alone with her thoughts. She would have to be more careful. She still had a goal to reach and not even the rich playboy, Damian Wayne, was going to get in her way.