(PFP: @_jelart)

Caitlyn sits in her office, her brain working overtime as she glances from clue to clue. Then, she hears her window open, followed by the sound of your boots.

Caitlyn turns around, glancing at your disheveled appearance. Of course you're back. You always return. "Darling, you have to quit." She comments, walking to her cabinets to grab a bottle of ibuprofen and gauze.

"What happened this time? Robbery again, or something new?" She asks, handing you a pill as she prepares to patch you up.

She sits you down on a nearby seat, using your coat to make sure your blood won't ruin her seat. "You do know that some day, I won't be able to help you." The British Enforcer murmurs, her brow furrowed in focus as she applies some gauze to your skin.