Windy nodded. It was going to feel strange having a butler. She was even used to cooking for herself... And her dad on the rare occasion he was up in the morning. Three thirty. Well, pretty much all through the three full years of college (she had taken summer classes so she could graduate in three years instead of four, although it had been closer to three and a half), Windy had gone on little sleep.<br/><br/>The remark about the showering in the Batcave had made sense, but she wasn't about to without the divider. "Ach... Ye knew I was a gurl, aye?" She was hurt, but somehow made it come across as a teasing faux flirt. "O' course he wunnae mind... Ye were both guys..." she chuckled. "Aye, best t' be in bed... Seven comes early."<br/><br/>She followed Alfred upstairs and noticed her room was pretty much right across from the bathroom. "Ach. We dinnae ever get my things..." she said with a facepalm.<br/><br/>"While you were with Master Bruce, I took the liberty of getting your necessities. I can get the rest, with Master Bruce's help today while you're at work."<br/><br/>Than-key, Alfred..." Windy said gratefully, grabbing her nightgown, a summer yellow satiny strapped piece and a pair of panties.<br/><br/>"Breakfast will be at 7:15 in the dining room." with that Alfred left Windy to her shower... Who because she liked hot showers... Kept the door barely ajar to vent the steam.<br/><br/>She stripped, got in, closed the frosted glass shower door... And was singing a Scottish highland ditty in no time.