Lost Hero

Wayne Enterprises pt. 2

"This gym is seriously just for the employees?" Percy asks, looking around in wonder.

The gym was first class, even getting close to what the camps had. Around it was a running track while in the center were rows of step machines, weight lifting benches, rows of weights, and more. Outside the track was a corner of the room which seemed to be a rest area with coolers of drinks and food. Another corner held a boxing ring while the third one held dummies used for sparring along with mats. The elevator and steps where we were right now was the fourth corner of the room.

"Yup, and through the locker rooms is the pool with a hot tub. Gotham doesn't have the best gyms and the ones that are good cost a fortune. On certain days, employees' families can use the gym as well," Roy says, quite proudly.

Roy may have been somewhat confused when Bruce called and asked for a favor, he expected to be dealing with a gun runner or drug dealer. He did not expect to return to his old temporary job in order to babysit a young lady who, according to Bruce, was, on a few occasions, a suspected terrorist. So imagine his surprise when he first met Prosephone Jackson, her short hair half tied up to show piercing holes going up both ears and dressed in a suit. The smile she had on her face while talking to Bruce threw him off. Looking at her, he had a feeling that there was no way she could be a terrorist.

"So, what about the rest of the tower?"

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After Roy showed her the entire tower, he brought he down to the cafeteria for lunch. When she heard that lunch was really provided for free, she ended up loading her tray high. Roy watched her in mild horror as she got herself enough for three people, well, normal people at least. Percy must notice his looks because she flushed bright red.

"Sorry, too much?" She asks, moving to put the prepackaged food back.

"No, not at all. Are you sure you can eat that much?" He asks, warily looking at the tray of food.

"Yeah, I was cut off from food for a while so I'm still trying to recover from that. Are you sure it's fine?" She asks again, looking down at her tray.

"Of course, and if you have special dietary requirements then you can make special requests. As you saw, there are meals suited for any diet," Roy says pointing at the smaller section that was meant for employees with allergies or on a special diet.

"Oh it's fine, these seem like they will work. The only thing special I have besides eating extra food is that I refuse to eat seafood or fish," She says, sitting at a table.

Roy watches her start opening her food and watches as she attempts to discreetly slips two protein bars into her jacket and one into the waist band of her pants. Huh, squirling away food for another time. Either she planned on needing food later on or more likely judging by her story, she was afraid of not having food when she needed it.

Roy pretends he doesn't notice and starts eating his food, which matched Percy's in quantity.

"So what made you get a job here?" Roy asks, eating his salad.

"It was an open job. And I wanted something quiet, I've had enough excitement to last a lifetime," She says, her hand drifting down to her pocket as if she was reaching for something.

Roy can't help but laugh.

"Then you should move. Gotham isn't exactly known for its quiet or peacefulness," he says, shaking his head.

"I guess, but it's a lot better than New York and one of the only places I can't be followed," She jokes, starting to open her juice.

"Can't be followed?" Roy asks, perking up.