The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Three

Rory looked around her new room, it was about the same size as her room back in Queen Manor. There was a bed with a neutral color bedspread and several pillows, with a nightstand on both sides of the bed. Each nightstand had a lamp on it and a vase of flowers, probably put there by Alfred. Rory smiled at the Daisies in the vase, Oliver must have told him they were her favorite. Leaning down, she took in the sweet floral smell that reminded her of home. Across the room was a desk with a TV mounted on the wall above it with the remotes resting below it. To the left of it was a dresser set with a vanity, and to the right were two doors.

Walking over she opened one door and saw that it was a massive walk-in closet full of racks and drawers and shelves all for her clothes. Did Rory even have enough clothes to fill this thing, she had no idea. All she brought were three suitcases of clothes and other necessities that she needed. Oliver told her that if she needed more, just to let him know and he would have it shipped immediately. Closing the closet door, she opened the second door and saw an attached bathroom with two sinks, a toilet, and a shower with a tub.

Looking through the cabinets, they were stocked with the basic essentials. Of course, she had brought her own bathroom stuff, Rory preferred to use her stuff; it was best suited for her hair and it was her favorite scent.

Leaving the bathroom, Rory walked over to the large window and pulled back the curtains. She opened the balcony door and her jaw dropped, the view out her balcony was breathtaking. Of course, Wayne Manor was a ways away from Gotham City, but she could still see the skyline in the distance among the beautiful scenery. There was a forest, a waterfall with a small lake under it. Her view at Queen Manor was beautiful, but it was nothing like this.

Tim stood outside her bedroom door, debating if he wanted to knock or not. He was sure that Rory was settling herself in, but Bruce had wanted them all down in the Batcave for a meeting, and that included Rory. After a few moments, he raised his hand and knocked.

There was no answer.

He knocked twice more, and still no answer.

At this point, Tim decided to open the door ever so slightly and poke his head in and across the room stood Rory on her balcony, her brown hair blowing in the breeze. Deciding to invite himself in, he opened the door fully and walked across the room and stopped behind her. If Rory knew he was there, she didn't show any sign.

He put a hand on her shoulder and felt Rory tense at his touch.

Quickly, Rory grabbed his hand putting her elbow above his hand and turned, putting him into a wrist lock. Tim let out a yelp in surprise and craned his neck to look at her with wide eyes. "Rory, it's just me." He said quickly.

Immediately, Rory let him go. "Sorry Tim, just surprised." She said with a shrug.

Tim let out a laugh. "Yeah, I can tell." He stood up and circulated his shoulder. "Good hold though, but I could have totally kicked your ass if I wanted to."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Sure, you could computer boy, what'd you need?" A smile graced her face, watching Tim stretch out his shoulder.

"Bruce wants us all down in the cave, so I came to get you." He explained. "I think it has to do with patrol tonight."

Rory gave him a nod "Lead the way youngling." She grinned.

Tim huffed a laugh. "I am only 10 months younger than you; you know?" He led the way out of the room with Rory shutting the door behind them. The two of them walked down to the cave, Rory trying to memorize the way in the massive manor.

"Don't worry, I got lost my first few weeks here. If you yell loud enough, someone will come to find you." He chuckled, watching Rory who responded by sticking her tongue out at him making him laugh harder.