Windy shrugged. "None taken, Flash. Jus' under fifty thou is plenty enow speed, thank ye kindly." She then folded her arms, eyebrow raised as it seemed to her Flash was bragging a bit. She rolled emerald green eyes, stifling her chuckle at the word 'favorite'. Maybe his ego wasn't as big as the press had made it to be. He might be an okay<i>acquaintance</i>.<br/><br/>"So... Ye been checkin' me moves, includin' all me stoopid 'uns early on, for five years? Guess there's no point in addin' I graduated high school tha' year... I actually dint mean t' pass the college entrance exams in 11th grade." Windy felt like that was one of her screw ups early on... She skipped over senior year and thus senior prom. Well, she had flunked 9th her first year in Gotham... Two and a half years before the accident, so she still went to college on time at 18.<br/><br/>She just blinked as she watched Batman uncowl himself and become Bruce. She let out a sigh. "I... I ne'er kept a secret fro Malls or the Professor... I suspected by th' letter's wording." She closed her eyes... Not really wanting to see him until he put his cowl back on. She listened to the words, however, deep in thought. She had already spoke to her widowed dad about the internship, and he gave an ultimatum of his own.<br/><br/>She had fashioned a pocket to the old ARCA firesuit years ago, and now reached into it, "I was gonna accept th' internship, cuz I ha' been curious why Wayne Corp wul' need a Chemical<i>Forensics</i>major. I was gonna be investigatin' for ye, regardless." She pulled out her phone, went to an app quickly, hit play and handed it to Batman. A male Scottish voice came over. "Mr. Wayne. Pleasure. I'm Ian MacEnroe an' I heerd of Windy being yer new intern. Thank ye, an' I ask ye put 'er up wi' ye at yer manor, please.. A rent ye work out among yerselves. This way I don't have t' be scolding her on usin' her gift t' get t' work. Yer manor, yer rules. She'll get her arse up inna mornin' she wants t' keep her job. Consider this a gentlemen's agreement... Somethin' tells me I can trust ye t' keep her safe."<br/><br/>The audioplay over, Windy smirked teasingly. "So... Yessir. I accept. C'n we go o'er th' house rules wi' a li'l work? I cannae tell ye if the stuff was powdery chalk or drips o' caulk. I jus' know for certain... Alkaline as it wasn't eatin' anything under it, like an acid would."