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“He could have asked me. “ Sara laughed softly with a shake of her head. The laundry incident had been over a year ago…had he been harboring those questions since then? It would seem so. “And what did I just say about underestimating yourself?”

“Yes, this is Penny Hofsteader with Sionis pharmaceuticals. I’d like to make an appointment with Mr. Wayne to go over some of the products we offer. “ a woman’s voice announced hopefully over the phone, even as Sara turned to leave, carrying Babs clothes with her.
 
She shrugged at Sara's reply. "Maybe he was too intimidated to ask you about it." It seemed logical to her. She nodded as Sara repeated about not underestimating herself, though she wasn't sure how that applied here. She could tell John had some attraction to her speaking generically but his interests lay elsewhere. Still, she decided to give it some thought.

Sara pulled up the calendar in her email program and was pleased to see it linked to Bruce Wayne's calendar as she had thought. "I can set up a tentative meeting in two weeks. " She went over the details with the woman, setting the phone to route to the switchboard once more as the call wrapped up.

She glanced at the Wayne Enterprises envelope that was left behind and shook her head. "That'll have to wait..." she turned back to her computer. "Sorry John, I don't have a lot of choice here..."

Taking a breath she hacked into the systems and quickly entered some commands, based on programs she had previously written for other uses. The first one tracked Sara's badge as she moved through the building. After a pause she smiled and muttered. "Mission Impossible indeed." The next one would set the cameras to loop footage of empty hallways if her own badge was used nearby and also remove the record of her badge being used in case Sara put her clothes in a restricted area. She decided to set the loops for two minutes.

She set both programs to delete themselves at 5pm today then clipped her badge to her wrist watch. She nibbled her lip then sighed and pulled up a detailed building schematic including air shafts large enough for her use and after a moments thought she searched for a locker room. She found one used by some of the science staff and grinned. 'Hopefully they keep spare clothes in case of lab accidents. I bet I'd look great in a lab coat too."

Her preparations made she checked for the nearest air shaft entrance then began to track Sara both by her badge swipes and after a small shrug, by the camera feeds. "She made it clear there are no rules. I'm not searching this entire building..."
 
Sara frowned at Babs theory. She thought she and John had gotten over the intimidated phase, but maybe asking her about bras was an exception.

“Really?” Penny said excitedly. She’d expected to be turned down flat like the last two dozen times she’d called. “I’ll be there. “ she promised, ignoring Babs use of the word tenative.

The security at Wayne Enterprises was a lot more impressive than at GCPD, but with Amanda’s password at her disposal, she managed to complete her tasks, and get the security alerts routed to her email. Sara didn’t seem to be trying to evade detection as she used her badge on the first floor to access the pool area. Babs could see her on camera entering the locker room area, then she waved to the camera as she exited…without the bag.

Unfortunately for Babs, the large air shafts did not extend to the executive suite…the closest entrance was the maintenance floor two floors down, and the closest locker room was two floors below that.

By that time, she heard the doors of the express elevator open, and a steady set of footsteps rapidly approached her office.
 
Barbara had a feeling she'd need to cover this kind of thing with Bruce Wayne eventually. She knew he wouldn't have a comprehensive list of people to avoid but he'd have guidelines. Hell, maybe she could just ask Alfred. She had a suspicion Mister Wayne would have her make an excuse to cancel this particular appointment.

She frowned as Sara didn't make any attempt to evade detection. "Hmmm....the test isn't to find it. The test is to get to it undetected." She muttered to herself, hoping she was right. She quickly routed the alerts to her phone along with the camera feeds she had playing. Just in case she needed them to avoid others during this.

She frowned when she heard the elevator and footsteps. She looked around quickly then locked her computer and did the only thing she could think of. She silently slid out of her chair and crouched in the footwear area under her desk.
 
The footsteps stopped on the other side of her desk. “Barbara?” A voice called out, a voice she would probably recognize as Bruce Wayne’s. He paused for a moment, then not hearing a response studied her desk for a moment. He picked up the envelope and studied it for a moment before putting it back.

Then Babs saw a pair of expensive shoes and slacks appear as Bruce circled the desk, but instead of going into his office he sat down in her chair, his knees almost hitting Barbara as he scooted in a bit to grab the phone on her desk. She heard him dial a number, then say. “Greg? I was just wondering if Barbara Gordon reported for work today. “
 
She raised her eyebrows when she heard Bruce Wayne's voice. She was debating what to do when he moved to circle her desk. She nearly held her breath as he sat in her chair.

She froze when he scooted closer and she smirked when she heard him call Greg. But her thoughts quickly turned to her situation. She was at a crossroads. If Bruce Wayne was what he pretended to be then the smart move was to stay hidden. But John called him Bruce and she was pretty sure that she was right about how he really spent his nights.

She weighed her options then decided to take the biggest risk of her young life. She very gently rapped her knuckles on the underside of the desk, figuring Bruce Wayne would scoot the chair back and look to see what the noise was.
 
Bruce, of course, heard the rapping and scooted back in his chair. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Babs huddled under the desk in her birthday suit. “Never mind, Greg. I found her. “ he said before he hung up the phone. He then crossed his arms and just contemplated her for a few moments. “If you dropped your pen, there are more in the drawer. “ he finally said.
 
She blushed even though depending on how she counted it was either the second or third time he'd seen her like this. As she had thought he kept his cool and got off of the phone with Greg pretty quickly. She gave him a little wave and a half shrug.

"Where were you a few minutes ago Mister Wayne?" She said in an attempt at humor that made her wince. She cleared her throat. "So, you aren't asking because you already know why I'm like this or because you are waiting on me to explain it." She blushed even deeper. "Or you are just enjoying the moment..."
 
“Ummm…in the parking lot. “ Bruce replied as he waved back at her, though he didn’t move. “And enjoying the moment is indeed applicable, though an explanation would be appreciated. I fear you might have gotten the wrong impression over just what this job entails. “
 
She blushed slightly as he admitted to enjoying seeing her like this. Since he had scooted back she slid out from under the desk and perched on its edge, crossing her legs to give herself a bit of modesty.

"Hmmm...for a moment I thought she sent you as part of the test." She looked at him. "Sara is testing me, Mister Wayne. I have to retrieve my clothes while remaining uncaught." She didn't bother trying to make up a story. She was already committed at this point.
 
Bruce slid back a little further as she extracted herself from under the desk, and he didn’t take his eyes off her as she sat on the desk, offering him an even better view despite her crossed legs.

“Why would Sara send me to my office?” Bruce asked with a frown. “And why on earth is Sara testing you? And how did she get your clothes? I’m pretty sure Greg would have mentioned it if you were naked when he saw you. “
 
That blush refused to go away as he continued to stare at her. The office air was cool enough on her bare skin that she felt her pink nipples pucker causing her to drape an arm over her breasts to hide them.

She almost snorted at his comment about Greg. "No doubt Mister Wayne." She looked away from him, thinking, then spoke quietly. "I understand you know. I know why you don't trust me. You can't afford to. If you're wrong it isn't just your life that would be impacted."

She looked at him. "If it wasn't for my eidetic memory I'd doubt what I have reasoned out about you. Your persona is very good. But after seeing that jaw and lips as you stood over me..." she shrugged.

"Sara is training me. She got my clothes because she said my next test was to give them to her then retrieve them somewhere in this building without getting caught. She wants to test my resolve and determination as well as my skills. I won't lie. I thought that just being willing to go along might be the test. If I get caught, well, that's bad. Very bad. But it wasn't. She's already stashed my clothes in a locker in the pool area."

She looked at him. "Truthfully I believe you already know she is training me and know what kinds of tests she has in mind for me though I doubt you knew she'd test me here in your company. Don't worry. I have already plotted my route to where my clothes are and the best way to get to them without drawing attention. Though, if you'd like to simply give me say your pants, shirt and shoes it'd make my task much easier."
 
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Bruce gave no reaction to her nipples or her attempt to hide them. From his reaction, one might think he had a naked teen in his office everyday. Just as he gave no reply when she repeated her suspicions about his persona. It wasn’t until she started talking about Sara’s dojo that he perked up.

“I know Sara runs a little dojo in her spare time. I didn’t know she was poaching my employees or using my building as a training ground. “ he claimed, then raised an eyebrow. “You did get caught, it seems. “ he pointed out. “Or do I not count?” He laughed when she suggested she give him his clothes. “I don’t think they’d fit. “ he pointed out, as if that was the only thing wrong with her plan

“I hired you to assist me, not undergo whatever strange errand Sara sends you on. “ he told her. “What you do on your breaks is your business. Right now…Alfred said you already had some questions about my schedule. Let’s go over that first. “
 
She shrugged. "Well I didn't know she was going to do this either but I think that's the point. She wants to see what I'm willing to do." She smiled a little at his question. "You're probably the one personI could get caught by and it wouldn't cause me to lose, well, everything. " She nodded at his reply about his clothes. "True, but I could make it work. It's fine. I'll get clothes from the locker room on my path."

She blinked as he seemed to want to get right to business. It occurred to her it might be his way of testing her. "I did. One of the things I'll need to figure out is what appointments to deny and which to accept." She gave him a summary of the calls this morning and how she had dealt with them. "So, I think it'd be great if you and I could talk about your expectations and my role. For example, do I work here in the office most of the time or am I going to be at your side?"
 
"And just what are you willing to do?" Bruce asked curiously, as if her current nude state didn't answer that question. He raised his eyebrow a bit at her next statement. "Well, I'm glad I seem to be an exception." He told her, than raised an eyebrow. "So you intend to steal clothing, is that it? And just how do you intend to avoid the security cameras on your path? Unless you don't care about making Greg's day a bit more interesting. "

This was certainly the most interesting briefing Bruce had ever gotten as Babs was forced to give it while nude. He nodded in agreement with most of Babs decisions, but centered on the ones with Penny and Daisy. "So what kind of dress did you pick out for Daisy?" He asked, then sighed when he saw the appointment with Penny. "She doesn't give up, I'll give her that much. I'll tell you what...if she's cute, you can invite her to the pool party. How's that coming along, anyway? Otherwise, you can meet with her." He looked at her thoughtfully when she asked if she'd stay in the office. "Mary did, mostly. But you have skills that might come in handy. So I might have you come along a few times, and we'll see how that plays out."
 
She looked at him for a long moment before answering. "Whatever it takes. I made a promise to myself after what I experienced. I don't intend to fail Mister Wayne and I need this training from Sara as part of it." She shrugged. "I suspect you're an exception to quite a lot of things." She shook her head. "Borrow clothing. I'll return it. The clothing will just make this less problematic for me." She smiled. "Well, the whole point of the clothing is to lessen issues with the security cameras. I'll be able to take the ducts to the locker room. Luckily, there is a duct entrance two levels down in a maintenance area. That'll be the trickiest part of this whole situation. Also luckily, I have those skills I told you about. If my badge is swiped in an area, it will set the cameras to loop footage for two minutes. That should be enough time for me to cross a hallway, for instance. Don't worry, anything I have done is only for the rest of the day or until I get my clothes back."

She studied him for a moment as a thought occurred to her. "You know, I asked Sara what I can do to complete my mission and she said anything. And I find myself wondering something. If this is truly something you're concerned about, why haven't you asked me to tell you where my clothes are and offered to retrieve them for me? That would perhaps be skipping past her wanting to test my stealth abilities but it'd be an out of the box solution."

She continued to blush throughout the briefing and she wondered if Bruce was trying to teach her a lesson or simply enjoying himself or a bit of both. "I received an email from Alfred with instructions on the dress and John offered to pick it up for me. Sara's John..." She clarified, pretty sure he'd know exactly who she meant. "Though it was an Agent Coulson that called about your lunch date, not Agent Johnson." She shook her head when he brought up the pool party. "It's not coming along yet. I've been on the phone, learning my way around, getting my badge. You sort of tossed me into the deep end and I've had to figure a lot of stuff out." She shrugged. "I think I did alright so far. With an assist from Alfred that was greatly appreciated."

She nodded at his answer about her coming along. "I think I'd be much more useful at your side Mister Wayne. Get me a company cell phone and a tablet and I can keep your appointments updated on the go and be right there to assist you in whatever way you need." She smiled shyly as she suddenly realized how presumptuous she had just acted and looked away in embarrassment. She couldn't help looking at him briefly once more. "And...if you suddenly had, say, something unexpected come up, having an assistant around able to think on her feet and make excuses for you while you, say, go change into your other suit...could be helpful." She shrugged, not bothering to get more specific than that.
 
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"Yes. Running around the office naked is not an accepted practice here, despite rumors to the contrary." Bruce told her with a soft smile, then raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize the location of air ducts you could crawl through was part of the standard welcome packet." He frowned when she revealed just how badly she had compromised his systems already." Show me the program." He instructed her.

He raised an eyebrow at his next suggestion that he retrieve her clothes. "Well, asking for help certainly falls under the category of anything. And I can think of two reasons I haven't volunteered. One...I'm not sure Sara would like me helping you bypass her test. And two...I like you this way."

"So Alfred picked out the dress? Pity." Bruce sighed softly at that revelation. He didn't react at all to the revelation Sara had a student named John...clearly that wasn't new information. "But yes, Agent Johnson insisted on having her boss along so it wouldn't be considered a date." He shrugged. "I'm working on it. Make sure you add that to the top of your to-do list. Above the pool party even. And yes, Alfred mentioned having to make a phone call to give you access or something." He said with a shrug, clearly not intending to apologize for not notifying anyone she was hired.

If he thought her request for the tools needed for her job was presumptuous, he gave no sign of it. "I'm sure there's a cell phone and tablet lying around somewhere." he said with a shrug. "But if you are going to accompany me outside the office, I suppose you'll have to wear something. Maybe a bikini? Why don't you check with HR and see what the minimum clothing requirement is."
 
She blushed as he mentioned her condition not being standard practice though she didn't miss the smile. She shrugged at his comment about the air ducts. "Well, I didn't have a standard welcome packet in fairness, though I'm thinking that might be what's in the envelope. I haven't had a chance to look at it yet since Sara was here when I came back from getting my badge and then you showed up." She nodded at his order and turned her monitor back on. He'd be able to see how she was tapped into the security camera feeds and the detailed schematics she had pulled up, along with the route she had highlighted through the ducts to the locker room. "As I said, my program will delete itself when I get off work today. I had no intention of doing this Mister Wayne but, well, I need to take advantage of my skill set if I'm going to pass this test."

That blush deepened when he gave her his reasons for not helping her. She cleared her throat and nodded. "Hmmm...so you approve of me undertaking this test." She said in a quiet voice before continuing. "And I suppose you do, considering our swim. Like me this way I mean..."

She shrugged at his disappointment that Alfred picked out the dress. "Well, if I'd had foreknowledge of this lunch meeting perhaps I could have picked out a dress though I don't pretend to be very good at fashion myself." She listened to what he said and nodded slowly. "Speaking of the pool party, do you have a specific guest list you'd like me to use? You made it clear you'd like Agent Johnson there and my friend Chloe. I'm going to try to convince Sara to show. Anyone else?"

She bit her lip as he continued to talk about things, nodding. "I'll put in a request for a tablet and a phone." She paused and decided what the hell as she continued. "You hinted that perhaps Lucius Fox might be willing to arrange a suitable vehicle for me..." She trailed off, wondering if she was pushing her luck. She wondered if that blush would ever leave her face as he continued talking. "I suspect it would raise eyebrows if your assistant was walking around in a bikini, unless I'm by your pool or something. As far as dress requirements, well, I suppose that's up to you Mister Wayne. If you'd like me to accompany you today, I can quickly retrieve my clothing once we're done here." She grinned cheekily at him. "Agent Johnson insisted her boss come along, perhaps you can insist your assistant comes along. Fair's fair after all." She leaned close, momentarily forgetting that doing so brought her cleavage close to him, whispering playfully. "And no, I won't distract Agent Coulson for you to get a shot at Agent Johnson. I have my pride Mister Wayne."
 
"oh? What did Sara want?' Bruce asked curiously, though he was more curious about how she'd bypassed the security measures. "So Amanda gave you her password, did she?" Bruce asked as he quickly clicked through the security modifications she had made, with the ease of someone who could have easily programmed his watch. he even added a small subroutine that instead od deleting any footage of her, would route it to his private server. He raised an eyebrow when she asked if he approved of the test. "Sara has considerable leeway in doing her job."

He chuckled softly when she said she wasn't good at fashion. "It's not complicated. The more skin the better. Your current outfit is excellent, for example." He teased her, then raised an eyebrow when she asked about the guest list. "What happened to your eidetic memory?" He prompted her, sure that with the reminder she could recall the list he had recited.

"Oh, Kara wants another interview. If you can get her to come, I'll do it." Bruce promised. "And too bad I already signed the contract, but Daisy should come as well. And Colonel Carter. And Dr. Snow. Thea. Jessie. " Bruce continued to rattle off names of actresses Babs had probably seen on screen, socialites she had read about in the tabloids, and professionals who would likely never agree to come to that sort of party.
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he shrugged as she requested a car. "There's no need to bother Lucius with that. Jost go down to the motorpool and sign one out. Forward the authorization to my personal assistant." He chuckled. Yes, it was odd to authorize your own vehicle, but it wasn't like it would happen very often. "And I have no objection to raised eyebrows, though it might call into question how you got this job." He mused. "And as Lucius has reminded me before, even though I own the company, there are numerous state and federal guidelines I still have to follow. Dress codes being one of them." He didn't move as Babs basically shoved her cleavage into his face, but she might have felt his breathe as he described. "Coulsons the one who actually has to sign the contracts, I believe. So distracting him with the paperwork will fall well inside your job description. What happens between Daisy and I while that happens concerns only us."
 
"Sara wanted this..." she motioned to her nude body then realized the implication. "Uh...to test me I mean." She was a little surprised he knew it was Amanda's password. "No but when she typed it in to set up my computer I memorized it." She smirked as she watched him make the modifications. "I knew it. Uhhh...why your own server?"

She groaned as his comments about 'fashion' did little but make her blush deepen and she shrugged. "I remember everything but I'm a bit uhhh..distracted at the moment. And really just asked to..." she sighed. "Because I'm a little nervous and wanted something to say" to distract you she didn't add.

She nodded slowly as she thought about what he'd said about a car. She'd get something practical from the motor pool though she suddenly wondered if they had any motorcycles down there.

She flushed for an entirely different reason when he commented about people musing about how she got the job."if I have my way their only question will be why are my skills not being fully utilized..." she gave him a somewhat cheeky grin, her eyes sliding to the computer.

She shivered slightly when she felt his breath and slowly sat back. "Maybe I'll leave you with Coulson and Agent Johnson and I can have a moment. Your job offer wasn't the only one I received at that gala after all." She looked truly thoughtful for a moment. "I wonder what she saw in me and if she said anything to this Coulson guy about it."
 
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Bruce had a look of genuine shock on his face at Bab's answer of what Sara wanted, and it didn't leave when she attempted to clarify what she meant either. There was absolutely nothing he could say to that, so he chose to address the security breach instead. "Damn...that kind of security breach could really hurt her chances of promotion. I was going to endorse her as well." Bruce said, mostly to himself as he pulled up the email program and began to write a memo to the security division. He arched an eyebrow when she asked him why he was using his own server. "I could put it on the public server instead." He offered.

"Distracted by what?" Bruce asked innocently, then regarded her seriously. Clearly he could multitask perfectly well, and her attempts to distract him were in vain. "That's a nasty habit." He cautioned her. "Ask your father. More than a few criminals have inadvertently confessed because they felt the need to keep talking. And you very rarely get your way in this business, at least in regards to what people might say behind your back."

He shrugged at her question about Coulson. "She didn't mention anything to me about it, but no reason why she should. And if you'd rather go be here personal assistant, let me know now before I spend a lot of time and resources training you." Was there a double meaning to his words? Perhaps, but you wouldn't be able to tell from the expression on his face.
 
Her eyes widened as he began to type a memo. She leaned forward quickly and placed her hand on his to stop his typing. "Mister Wayne, she did nothing wrong. She didn't show me her password. I glanced down at the keyboard while she typed it and, well, I couldn't help memorizing it, it's how my mind works. She was very helpful to me and it's because of her I have a working computer login and my security badge. Please don't punish her for not knowing I have an eidetic memory. Her password is quite complicated and even had someone else looked at the keyboard, they wouldn't have been able to memorize it. And for the record, I didn't do it on purpose, I just glanced and that was all it took."

She nodded seriously at his feedback. "I know. Trust me, normally I don't let my nerves overcome me but..." She shrugged. "It's you. You hold many aspects of my future in your hands and I can't..." She pursed her lips as she searched for the words. "I can't figure you out. Not totally. I've figured out your activities, the real you you hide behind..." She motioned to him as he sat there. "the businessman. But it's hard to figure out what you're really thinking and what your real intentions are. You hide so much of yourself behind a mask."

She looked at him for a long moment. "Mister Wayne. Forgive me for sounding arrogant but I can read between the lines. It wasn't a personal assistant job she was hinting at. Probably a job in their cyber division if I had to guess based on the discussion she and I had." She held his gaze. "And yet, I chose to work here. With you. Because that job, while it would be amazing, might take me away from Gotham and while I've only been here for a short time, I know that my future is here. And I know that if I can earn it, you will eventually trust me and help me onto my path."

She looked at the nearest window, her gaze going distant for a moment. "Somewhere, out there, a woman is suffering what I did when I first came to this town and those Ghost Dragons assaulted me on that bus." She seemed so intense that she had forgotten her nudity for the moment, even seemed to have forgotten briefly that he was there. "Someday, I want to be standing there, ready to offer her a hand and tell her she's not alone. That someone is there to protect people like her." It almost sounded like Barbara spoke about her past self as much as this imaginary woman. She slowly turned her gaze back to him. "I know you think that I'm not truly dedicated. That I am just going to change my mind and go talk about boys with Chloe all night or something else a teenage girl would stereotypically do." Her eyes turned serious. "But I am. I've already resigned myself to the sacrifices I'll have to make Mister Wayne. Because, like my father, I believe in justice and doing what's right. But I'm not going to do it while wearing a badge." She lightly traced a bat symbol over her naked chest. "I am thinking I'll be wearing a different kind of identifier."
 
Did she have any idea what she was doing? Bruce couldn't help but glance over at her as she stopped him from typing the memo, and encountered a boob that was about two inches from his face. But she wasn't relying on that to change his mind as she gave a very well reasoned explanation. The only reason she didn't change his mind was because he really had no intention of sending the memo in the first place. He'd just been curious how loyal the red haired (in more than one place) teen would be to someone she had just met, and as he suspected, Babs reaction spoke highly of her. He nodded at her explanation, then moved his hand away from hers as he closed the window of the unsent memo. "Could have happened to anyone, I suppose." He did smile depreciably though as she accused him of making her nervous. "I'm a very simple man. Just ask Alfred, he'll tell you. Or he would if he wasn't too loyal to say anything negative about me."

Bruce then raised an eyebrow in surprise. "They have a cyber division? I thought that was what they hired us for." He claimed, then nodded. "But yes, they really don't have a base in Gotham from what I understand. I guess we have the home field advantage here." His expression grew more serious, however, as she took on a more somber tone. He raised his eyebrow a bit as she drew attention to her bare chest, and he feigned ignorance at the symbol she was drawing. "Well, go out dressed like that, you'll certainly make an impression." He promised her. "But if you don't think you have what it takes to be a police officer, Wayne Enterprises is involved in several outreach and social programs. You'll be well positioned to help out with those in your new position."
 
As usual Barbara veered between extreme embarrassment at her nakedness and totally forgetting it when something caused her to focus, like stopping him from sending that email about Amanda. She let out a long, slow sigh when he closed the window and she merely moved her hand back and sat back when she saw he wasn't turning in that memo about Amanda. The relief was very obvious on her face and as smart as she was, she had no idea he'd just been testing her. She actually looked concerned that he could be so cold about something like that. "Indeed it could have." She shrugged slightly. "You're not simple, we both know that. And we both know Alfred's loyalty would extend to calling you simple if he believed..." She suddenly stopped talking her eyes widening as she muttered. "Of course Alfred knows, he's too smart not to and he would be able to run cover when needed..."

She shrugged at his comments about the cyber division. "I have no idea. I know why she mentioned a job and it had everything to do with my computer skills. And I'm not talking about making spreadsheets or something." She merely nodded about the home field advantage talk, taking it mostly as more of his refusal to acknowledge what she knew. Truthfully, she was annoyed by it but also understood and perhaps paradoxically somewhat amused as it was a bit of a fun verbal sparring game.

She suddenly realized she had drawn his attention to her chest and somewhat comically her hands fluttered around as if she wanted to lower them to draw his eyes away but also wanted to cover her chest. In the end she rested a forearm over his chest while also saying "Yes, I will be positioned to help out in my new position." She didn't mention the outreach or social programs, perhaps giving her own words a double meaning for once. "So, Mister Wayne, did you have anything else you'd like to discuss while I sit here? Or shall I go get my clothes yet?" She looked again at his alteration to her code. "You know, I can't decide if you're sending that footage to your private server so you can review recordings of me naked or so you can review how well I do, or don't do, in my attempt to stealthily retrieve my clothing."

She leaned past him and did some quick typing on the computer. She pulled up the security overrides for the elevator to the office and quickly set up a way to control it from her phone, along with being able to view camera feeds on her phone which she had set up previously. She nodded to herself. "I should have thought of that before, the elevator was going to be one of the more problematic moments during this." She looked at him. "Like the rest, this goes away when I get off duty today and I am sorry I did this. Sara left me little choice." She genuinely has a guilty look on her face when she says it. Done for the moment she leans back once again.
 
"Oh, Alfred knows everything." Bruce confirmed, and if he had any embarrassment about a naked teen in his office he showed no signs of it. he also didn't specify just what it was Alfred knew all about. He shrugged when Babs mentioned her job offer with Agent Johnson. "I don't know either, but you can never have enough spreadsheets, or so Lucius seems to think. He keeps sending them to me, and I haven't figured out why yet."

he raised an eyebrow in amusement as the direction of his eyes suddenly drew her attention back to her nudity, and she began flapping her hands around as if she thought she might fly away. He smirked when she finally settled on trying to cover her breasts with her forearm as a concession to modesty, an almost futile gesture at this point. If he caught the double meaning in what she did not say, he gave no sign of it, but when she asked permission, almost, to retrieve her clothes, the elevator bell went off almost on cue. "That's probably Lucius." He warned her, genuinely curious if she'd try and power through a meeting with the man naked, or try some way to avoid the second most powerful man in the company. He shrugged at her question about what his intention was for the footage. "It would probably have to be a little of both." He pointed out.

He leaned a bit to the side as she took control of her computer again, so her breasts almost, but not quite, touched his shoulder. He nodded when she said she should have considered the elevator before, but as the doors of said elevator slid open, they both knew it was already too late. "There are always choices." He pointed out. "Sara just wanted to know which ones you'd make."
 
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