[i]'I hope this is worth it,'[/i] she thought to herself as she walked down the street towards the warehouse. It didn't look like much, to be honest, and sat at the end of the street like some abandoned project that turned into a barely running business. She supposed that was how it was meant to look, perfectly blending in and yet looking sad enough that no one would even think twice about breaking in. Had it been three years ago, she would have never thought of doing this and in fact she hid behind her grandparent's influence and bribes to keep her as normal as possible, but she had since then embraced this strange new world of crime-fighting and hidden agendas.

She didn't dress normally, which was far more feminine, but instead decided to slip on a pair of tight jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and a black hoodie - more than enough for the light sprinkle coating the night air. She had been approached knowing her vigilante cover, but they never really said whether she should keep up the act during her first introduction or not, so she figured most of them already knew and decided not to draw extra attention with her costume. Her small gamble paid off seeing as the two almost undercover guards let her pass without so much as a word.

The door creaked open and nearly slammed shut after she passed through, leading to the sight of almost pitch black warehouse while the main office was lit up brightly - almost with a welcoming tone to it's presence. She quietly slipped into the lounge where only one other person was sitting, browsing through a magazine, one of many spread across the iconic end table. Alex wasn't exactly the most forward type, despite her head long dive into fighting the underworld, and finding the other woman cute was even more of an encouragement to silently take a seat on the opposite couch - content to simply waiting.