Rachel was hidden in her office to do reports after a long, long day of politics and interviews. The ordeal had been rocky, but it was finally over with few casualties. There was something always happening in Gotham. The good or the bad.

“Can I help you?” Rachel asked without looking as the door of her office slowly creaked open. She looked tired. Though, there was a hint of resilience on her face. Determined to get through the endless piles of work she still had. Her face was illuminated by the blue light of the monitor’s screen as her hair plastered to her forehead.

“What do you need?” She asked again, this time finally looking up from her desk to meet your gaze as you entered her office.*