Richard Grayson

Barging? I was here before you were. I was waiting." Michelle leaned against the wall, the fencing stick still in her hand, she seemed bored.

Michelle had a smirk on her face as she leaned against the counter. "Oh, I was just bored." She said simply, still holding the fencing stick.

Barging in? I have a key." She smirked, putting the fencing stick down on the counter.