We Don't Use GUNS!

Background Check

After the vague conversation Bruce had with Lucius, he wanted to get information about the potential new hire immediately. It was just after noon and Bruce wanted to check in on Tim anyway so he made the long elevator trip up to the city view office.

The elevator doors opened where Bruce was greeted by his secretary, giving her a pleasant nod the CEO walked into his office. Sitting at the large desk typing away at the computer while balancing the phone in the crook of his neck was Tim Drake.

"Yes, I know- He just walked in. Bye." Tim quickly hung up the phone and starred up at the Detective trying to play off his nervous behavior.

Bruce narrowed his eyes momentarily then sat in the chair across from the teenager, "Getting a lot done?" The detective softened his gaze and presented to be more 'chill'.

"Kinda. I finished a few of your proposals and sent in some numbers to the board. But you should still double check everything." The boy shrugged like it was nothing. Bruce had been putting those proposals off for weeks.

"I will. Have you had lunch yet?" Bruce knew he hadn't. They were alike in the way of skipping meals or sleep when focused.

"No," Tim admitted.

"Go tell Darcy outside what you want and she'll send someone to go get it." Bruce instructed. Tim got up from behind the desk and went out to the hall. Bruce took his place behind the computer. No tabs were open, which meant he had spooked Tim into shutting down whatever he was working on. If it was any old computer all hope would be lost to the junior vigliante's hacking skills, but this was Bruce's computer and there were some backdoors that even Tim couldn't lock. Bruce managed to uncover the pages that Tim thought he had deleted.

Tim walked back into the office, a split second of panic flamed through his eyes at seeing Bruce behind the desk, but he quickly replaced the expression with a calm somewhat bored manner as he took a seat in the chair across from Bruce.

"Reading my personal email now, are we?" Bruce studied Tim for his reaction.

The boy froze, knowing that he had been caught, "ok, but how come you didn't tell us you were going to add someone else to the team!" He was talking fast now.

"What?", the accusation caught Bruce off guard.

"Are you going to make her the next Batgirl, or put her on my team, no she's too old to be a Titan, don't tell me you're going to invite her to the Justice League!" Tim was talking so fast, Bruce couldn't get a word in, the boy was verbalizing his train of thought.

"Slow down. No one is getting added to anything," Bruce stated, calming the jittery Tim down. "Lucius sent me a potential candidate for the open position in Applied Sciences."

"Oh. Then you should offer her the job," the boy advised relieved, "I need to call Damian back." He once again thought out loud.

"Why would you need to call Damian... at school?" Bruce narrowed his eyes at scheming teenager.

"Oh! You know... cuz' I just miss the little guy... so much." Tim was clearly lying but Bruce couldn't be bothered to interrogate him any further.

Bruce scanned through the email Mr. Fox had sent with the candidate's information that Tim, and probably Damian, had already looked through.

Charlotte Anne Callaway. Mid Thirties. Retired Military Mechanical Engineer. No Permanent Address. MENSA Member. ...Etc

The list went on with several different achievements and awards, but there was no real information on Ms. Callaway other than that. "I'm sure you've done your own research?" Bruce slid his chair back to give room for Tim to get to the computer.