She did it.

The phrase kept repeating over and over in her head as she stared up at the Wayne Enterprise tower looming over her. Although the night was dark, the 'W' on the top of the tower shone bright, illuminating the building.

She realized she looked odd standing there, the gym shorts and cutoff being the wrong choice for the crisp fall air she encountered.

As much as she wanted to get a few hours of good sleep tonight, the need for confirmation of her choice far outweighed the benefits.

She had walked away.

Or did she? She still carried his name. She still was a part of his company. She hadn't walked away from Bruce Wayne.

A branch snapped and she quickly scanned the area, heart racing. Her eyes settled on a deer in the yard of a quaint coffee shop and she shook her head. Overreacting as usual.

This is why I had to walk away. She mused to herself.

She walked away from the Batman.

Even in the dark Central City felt lighter than Gotham. The edge she had felt while patrolling the streets with Batman was replaced with the ease and calm of the neighborhood she was in.

She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders, eager to shake the itch she felt, the need to be doing something.

Nights on patrol aren't for me anymore. She chided herself while beginning to walk towards her apartment again.

Jordan Wayne had left that life behind.


Her phone rang out in the early hours of the morning. Groaning as she picked it up, she shielded her eyes from the light. Her bedroom was still dark, a few boxes splayed about. She had paid for someone else to furnish the apartment on the plane waiting to taxi out of Gotham. Thankfully, they had it done by the time she touched down in Central.

Did you make it safe? Dick had texted her. Of course he did. Bruce was as stubborn as she was.

Jordan tossed the phone aside and sat up, stretching out. She wasn't awake enough for this conversation.

The clock on her oven read 6:54 am as she stomped to the bathroom, wishing the shower would wash away the irritation she felt from his text. She didn't want to talk to him.

She didn't want to talk to any of them.

She showered until the hot water ran out, scrubbing her hair as if she could scrub all her thoughts of them away. Only once it was miserably cold did she step out, wrapping her robe around herself as she walked back to the bedroom. She picked up the phone again.

I'm here. She replied, knowing he would text her again and again till she answered. Thankfully, phone calls weren't his style. Her phone buzzed again as she changed into a plain black tee shirt and dark blue jeans- she ignored it and headed to the kitchen.

She pulled out her laptop as she searched for the nearest coffee shop. After settling on Jitters since it was only two blocks away, she walked to the bathroom where she had stashed her makeup the day before and put a light amount of eyeliner and mascara.

Jordan stared at herself in the mirror as she blow dried her straight dark hair- that and her complexion was her only resemblance to her father. Her eyes were a dark green, and she was half a foot shorter than Bruce. Hell, Dick looked more like Bruce than she did.

After throwing her hair up into a quick ponytail she walked back to her room and picked up her phone again. I miss you. The text from Dick read. You can always come back.

She scowled at her phone. We'll see. She typed her quick reply before stashing it in her pocket.

Jordan had walked away, and she wasn't too eager to come back.


"I'll have The Flash" Jordan told the woman at the register, bemused at the name. They cleverly paired the resident speedster with espresso and coffee mixed together. Most people in Gotham were afraid of the Bat family. She couldn't recall ever seeing any drinks named after them.

After her.

Shaking the thought from her head, she settled down at a table near the window. The newspaper from this morning already on the table, left behind from the previous customer. Beginning to read leisurely about the latest 'metahuman' exploit, she realized how out of her element she was.

She had told Bruce she would be taking a couple of months off before beginning to work at the Central City branch of Wayne Enterprises. To get settled she claimed. To get away from it all.

She had felt a pair of eyes watching her since she sat down. Jordan did her best to ignore them, and focused on the local news stories. The Flash and his sidekicks had favorable stories written about them, she noted as she sipped her coffee. Must be nice.

She felt he tap on the shoulder. She knew he was there before, of course, but Jordan feigned mock surprise as she turned around in her chair. "Can I help you?" She asked, peering up at the man who had walked up behind her. He had shaggy, dark hair with a slight curl to it. He wore a dark grey shirt with Gryffindor on it and held a coffee of his own.

He squirmed a little, smiling, "This may sound weird, and feel free to say you're not, but I swear that I've seen you before and my friend won't believe me that you're Jordan Wayne." The nervousness shone through his voice as he pulled a piece of hair out of his face and behind his ear.

She raised an eyebrow. "How are you so sure?" She demurred, a little rattled. She had moved away to get away from it all, even just the name. First time setting foot in a public place and she was already caught.

He saw through the brush off and his face fell, "I promise I won't make a big deal of it. I was just dragged to a panel moderated by you and Bruce Wayne about the trials Wayne Biotech were currently running at the Central City branch. My friend Caitlin was excited."

Jordan smiled and shrugged. "Well, if it's just a few peopleā€¦" she trailed off winking. "I guess it's fine if you tell the truth."

He gave a goofy grin in return. "Secrets safe with me! I'm Cisco." He said winking at her as he waved his friend over. "Barry, this is Jordan. Jordan, Barry." He introduced as Barry walked over, his face a little red and his hand on the back of his neck.

"Sorry about my friend," Barry muttered, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. "He gets a little eager."

"It's fine," Jordan said as she motioned for them to sit down. Cisco practically dove into the seat. "I'm new to Central City anyways."

"Well, you found the best coffee in town so you're on the right track." Cisco said as he motioned to her cup. "Nothing beats the Flash when it comes to waking you up." He wiggled his own, and Barry did likewise. "Definitely needed after a late night."

Jordan smiled. "I've had a lot of late nights in Gotham. At this point I'm not sure caffeine even works for me anymore." She took a drink. "But, I will admit it's pretty good."

The boy's phones buzzed. Their eyes darted to each other as they both muttered their excuses about leaving. "We have to run, but if you want, Barry and I can show you around Central City sometime." Cisco added, looking at Barry. He nodded.

"Sure," Jordan said, pulling a pen out of her purse and scribbling her number on the back of her coffee receipt. She handed it to Cisco. "That's my personal cell. Don't let it get out." She winked with a smile. Cisco smiled back as Barry rocked back and forth on his feet. She felt a strange familiarity in their behavior, but brushed it off. She wasn't in Gotham anymore.

Cisco waved as Barry practically dragged him out of Jitters. She resumed reading the paper and finishing her coffee.

Maybe Central City won't be as boring as I thought.