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 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻 ─︎─︎ ✴︎ ─︎─︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋❛ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 when i break 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 in a million pieces! ❜︎   𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋.𝟢𝟢𝟤!

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𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻 ─︎─︎ ✴︎ ─︎─︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋
❛ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 when i break 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 in a million pieces! ❜︎
𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝟢𝟢𝟤

 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻 ─︎─︎ ✴︎ ─︎─︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋❛ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 when i break 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 in a million pieces! ❜︎   𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋.𝟢𝟢𝟤!

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︎─︎ Rory knew it was for the better when Mr. Forbes, her math teacher had taken her skateboard. As soon as the bell rang for dismissal, she rushed out of her history lesson. Nabbing her skateboard out of his classroom— shoving a quick promise to him to not be riding in the halls (which she was most likely going to break.)

Nevertheless, she sauntered down the streets of Gotham. She quickly stopped at her local deli,
grabbing her favorite— gummy bears. Chewing the candy, she scanned the allies, making sure there was no trouble and trying to spot one to change in.

She knew it wasn't exactly sanitary or smart! But it's what she had to make do. Times like these are when she desperately wishes she had a secret liar or hideout.

Watching out for any cameras she turned into a fairly clean alley. Stuffing her gummy bears in her brown backpack she pulled out the familiar black and white suit. 

Humming quietly to herself, she effortlessly changed. Nearly completing her countenance, she fished out her mask and slid it on. She rotated her head—grinning at the standard pop.

Before she threw her backpack onto the brick wall, her phone buzzed. Pulling it out with her masked fingers it read, Can you buy white organic eggs? Reading the text from her severely cracked phone, she sent Aunt Clara a simple thumbs up. Aunt Clara was convinced Rory was currently working at the diner.

Which wasn't a total lie! Aurora did need to clock in for her shift in an hour or two, she just wasn't working at this moment.

With that, she shoved her phone into her backpack. The familiar white webbing burst out of her wrists as she webbed her backpack onto the brick wall.

She jumped towards the rooftops. The cool air surged around her, making her hood sway. The honking of cars replenished her eardrums. Her eyes browsed through the many tall buildings. The sun was slowly starting to set, casting a captivating glow.

𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻 ─︎─︎ DAMIAN WAYNEWhere stories live. Discover now