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Three days of being on my feet all day long. Three long days of constant moving. It didn't matter if I stretched or forgot to; my feet and legs ached and burned. My calves and thighs were starting to grow tight with tension and pain. I tried everything to lessen the ache, so I didn't have to suffer when I worked out with Task Force X's canine unit. Ice baths, hot baths, self-massage. Not much else I could do to make the pain stop. Always working and then there were the occasional missions I would go on with Colonel Rick Flag's squad, randomized with some of Gotham's worst criminals. Though I had a soft spot for Harley Quinn.

The work wouldn't end until the weekend when I could have time to myself, resting and relaxing. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow would push me past my limit, but I had to be able to work through the pain. I didn't want to appear weak in front of some of the members of Task Force X when we scouted a terrain for an upcoming mission. Too bad I had also signed up for a workout with them beforehand. A sparring session with selected members and all extremely fit. I was going to need a deep massage later.

I stretched out my limbs, drank some water and headed to bed, preparing for the next day and all it held in store for me. My alarm woke me, and I dressed in workout attire – a tank top, sports bra, and shorts, paired off with some good tennis shoes fit enough for a hike. I drove down to the frequented gym of the team to see who I was training with today. I sighed as I recognized some familiar faces; Colonel Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Chris Smith – or as he's really known – Peacemaker and a bonus member – Emilia Harcourt. What changed my mood is everyone had already been paired up except for...

"No. Nope. Count me out," I greeted them. This earned me a chuckle from the Colonel himself.

"Come on, Chloe. I'll go easy on you," he said. My partner, the fit military man, Rick Flag was going to go "easy" on me. Right, okay.

"You're going to knock me on my ass either way. Besides your easy is harder than most easy routines. I don't think I'll be able to spar with you and go on the hike if we continue this," I told him.

"We're not going to spar very long. I wouldn't want to work you to death. Give me an hour and I promise you will still be okay to go with us," he assured me. So much for that. He had me sweating profusely by the end of the hour and we all filed out to the chosen cars to drive over to the selected trail for our hike.

"You look good, Chloe. How have you been?" Peacemaker greeted me when we got out of the cars and began the ascent up the trail.

"I've been busy. Watching dogs, working out with dogs, running with dogs. Add on the training with Flag and Harley and I've been booked out most of the week. Not to mention they had me reorganizing offices. How about you? Get into any trouble lately?"

"Not too bad. I've been trying to keep my nose clean for a few days, but they wanted me on this mission and here I am. Trying to do better. Relax until it's time to do the work. At least while I'm free. Speaking of relaxing and maybe getting out, would you be interested in going for a drink after we get done?" he responded.

"You know what? Sure, that sounds great. I'd like to very much," I told him. He smiled and butterflies flitted around in my stomach. I shouldn't like him. He shouldn't be able to have this effect on me. I knew this. Still, there was something about him drawing me into him. Part of me wanted to get to know him better, explore something real. Something I hadn't had in a while. Another part of me wanted to rip off his clothes and have my way with him or let him have his way with me. I felt my muscles tighten in my legs and the burning sensation in my feet, making me wince, breath hissing out of my lips.