Paris Monsieur in Gotham) [DISCONTINUED]

(Chapter 27)

Lila admired herself in the mirror, doing a small twirl to allow the skirt to flare out, showing her slim legs.

“Oh my god gurl, you are killin’ it!” Alya praised.

“Thank, Al.” she giggled before going back to admiring her designer dress.

“Lila, don’t you think you’ve already bought enough dresses?” Adrianne said, voice pleading Lila to stop what she was doing already.

“Lighten up, Adrianne. I know these aren’t your dear daddy’s brand but it’d be bad for the economy if we don’t do our job to support their businesses as customers.” The Italian dismissed.

Adrianne sighed, slumping in her seat. She morosely cast her gaze over to the dozen shopping bags Alya and Lila had accumulated; a majority of them belonging to the latter.

They’ve been going on one shopping spree after another, day till afternoon and her feet were sore. She was seriously getting one helluva workout from all the baggage carrying she was doing for Lila.

The Italian girl had flitted to all shops like a grasshopper; boutiques, jewellery shops, shoe shops, makeup shops, you name it; each time using her ‘connection’ with the Waynes to haggle a discount to the point every purchase was practically for free since she insisted that the Waynes would pay the tab for her.

At first, she was fine with Lila haggling a discount or two but seriously, it was getting way out of hand. Each time she tried to coax her and Alya to tone down on the number of purchases, they’d wave her off.

She managed to help by surreptitiously paying for them with the credit card her father had given her but gave up when she realized Lila had no intention of stopping. Plus, if she maxed out her emergency credit card over a shopaholic of all things, Nathalie would not approve.

“Yo, Adrianne. Which one you think suits me more? Exhibit A.” Alya held an orange dress with applique flowers on the skirt against her body. “Or Exhibit B?” she held another, this one an orange gradient dress.

“I think either one is fine.” She offered with a strained smile.

“Hm….you’re right. Guess I’ll just take both!” the ombre-haired girl chirped.

“Alya, I think that’s unnecessary.” Adrianne sighed.

“Oh chill, girl. Let a girl splurge a little.” Alya waved off as she added the two dresses to her pile of purchases.

Adrianne groaned internally. This was gonna be a long day.

Alix stepped away from the wall, a satisfied smile on her face as she admired her handiwork.

Since coming to Gotham, she’s managed to cover almost every skater park there to show off her moves. But rollerblading wasn’t enough to satisfy her need for action. Thus, she opted to make her own mark of art while she was there. As a memento of sorts.

She’d originally contemplated on leaving a mural in homage to Red Beetle but crossed that out when she realized she was on foreign land. Thus, she opted to paint a rad mural of a dog on neon skates, leaving a trail of wreckage in its wake.

“Hey, kid, shouldn’t you be at school?”

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Whipping around, she tensed when she saw a small group of shabby guys saunter towards her.

She slowly stepped away but made sure to never take her eyes off them. She subtly pressed her heels together, activating the wheels on her shoes.

“Looks like we’ve got the punk type boys.”