Paris Monsieur in Gotham) [DISCONTINUED]

(Chapter 23)

Amber Ruche panted, trying to limp as fast as his bruised and cut up leg would allow him.

Merde, merde, merde- how could he have been so careless?!

He wasted his Venom on a decoy and because of that he was forced to retreat, leaving the team one fighter down. Bon sang, he was down to three minutes!

“HELP!”

MERDE!

He whipped his around, eyes widening in horror as he saw a building collapse towards a little girl- crap, with his busted leg he won’t make it in time-

A body surged forward, tackling both of them out of the way. He limped over as fast as he could, biting his lip as his leg protested, fresh blood seeping out from reopened cuts.

“Are you two alright?!” he asked.

“Fine.” One coughed-

Wait….that was English and…..she sounded familiar.

His stomach dropped down to the soles of his feet as the brave civilian slowly stood up, revealing her towering height.

Her wavy black hair had fallen out of its ponytail, her spectacles were askew and her clothes were a mess but there was no denying who she was.

Joan.

She was here.

In Paris.

In the middle of a fu$king akuma attack when she should be back in Metropolis or Smallville, what the fu$k, how the hell did she get here, what was she doing here?!

“What the fu$k are you doing here, country girl?!”

A few hours ago……..

Metal crumpled under her hands like paper, tyres screeched and headlights shattered as Supergirl stopped the car filled with bank robbers with her bare hands.

“It’s the Girl Scout!” one of them yelled.

“I can see that dumb@$$!” the leader snapped.

“Language.” Supergirl tutted.

She didn’t even flinch when the bullets rained down on her, standing firm and allowing them to waste their ammo.

Deciding they’ve had their fun, she used her heat vision, turning their guns into glowing red-hot pokers. Dropping them, she rushed forward and quickly subdued them.

She had just finished tying them up like a tressed turkey when the cops came.

“Thanks for the help, Supergirl. We can take it from here.” One of them said with a respectful tip of his hat.

“Just doing my job, chief.” She said cheerfully.

As she flew off, her superhearing couldn’t help but pick up the tail ends from one of the officers conversation.

“Just like her pops.” One of them said while glancing at the defeated bank robbers.

Supergirl felt her heart flutter with pride. Ha! She told dad she could handle herself while he took a day off to catch up with Ma and Pa back in Smallville.

Hovering amongst the cloud, she kept her ears peeled and was surprised when to find a lull amongst crime related noise. Other than the occasional petty one, they were already being handled by the authorities.

And like her dad said, she can’t help everyone. She has to give the down-to-earth hard working authorities a chance to actually do their jobs.

Satisfied, she leisurely flew through the sky, wondering what she should do now that patrol was over.