Hanna was currently hanging upside down from an electric wire pole, her expression deadpan as the blood rushed to her head. “Can someone help me?!” she shouted, her voice laced with sarcastic desperation. She glanced around, hoping Jacques or Annie would magically appear. Instead, the only company she had was the hum of electricity and the occasional flutter of birds overhead.
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Thirty Minutes Ago
"STUPID HUMANS! I WILL RULE THIS WORLD!"
The high-pitched, squeaky voice echoed across the room. The source? A tiny, mutated hamster standing triumphantly atop a pile of discarded soda cans. Its fur was patchy, its glowing green eyes menacing, and in its tiny paw was a scepter radiating neon energy.
Hanna raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “You’re kidding, right? Did I just get threatened by a demented furball with Napoleon syndrome?”
The hamster puffed up its little chest, glaring at her. “I AM NOT A FURBALL! I AM LORD SQUEAKTHOR! AND YOU WILL BOW BEFORE ME!”
Hanna stifled a laugh, her lips curving into a smirk. “Right, right. ‘Lord Squeakthor.’ Should I start trembling, or just toss you some cheese? Enlighten me, stupid hamster"
Squeakthor screeched, the sound painfully sharp to the ears. “You dare mock me?!”
“I mean, yeah. What are you going to do? Nibble my ankle? Or Just standing there like a tiny Seed” she retorted with a shrug.
Before the rodent could unleash its villainous wrath, Jacques and Annie burst into the room.
“Hanna! Stop provoking the hamster!” Jacques yelled, already exasperated.
“I’m not provoking it. I’m having a conversation!” Hanna shot back, rolling her eyes.
At that moment, Squeakthor pressed a button on his scepter, unleashing a powerful blast that sent Hanna flying out of the room.
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Back to the Present
And so, here she was, dangling from an electric wire, her sarcastic streak doing little to improve her predicament.
“Maybe I should’ve been nicer to the evil hamster. Or, you know, just stepped on him like I did with Jacques’ pet hamster last year. Why do hamsters always meet such stupid death?” she muttered, sighing.
A sound broke through her thoughts—the flapping of wings. She looked up—or rather, down, given her position—and saw a dark figure descending gracefully toward her.
It was him.
Mr. Crow.
He landed with precision, his cape billowing like shadows in the wind. Hanna blinked at him. “Well, if it isn’t the city’s favorite brooding bird. Here to save me, or just admire the view? Anyways hey Mr.Crow”
Mr. Crow said nothing, his focus on freeing her. With swift, practiced motions, he cut the wire and caught her mid-air, cradling her in his arms as they descended.
Hanna’s gaze flicked to him, and for once, she felt a tinge of nervousness. “You know, for someone who spends his time brooding on rooftops, you’ve got a pretty great body.”
Mr. Crow, usually composed and intimidating, froze. The tips of his ears turned red under his mask, and he coughed awkwardly. “T-that’s irrelevant,” he stammered, his usual stoicism faltering.
Hanna smirked. “So the mysterious Mr. Crow can get flustered. Good to know you got a feelings too.”
He set her down quickly, his voice dropping into its usual commanding tone. “You’re safe now. And stop being so clumsy.” He bob her nose.
Before she could respond, he disappeared into the night, his cape vanishing into the darkness.
Hanna groaned, crossing her arms. “I was this close to teasing him more. Ugh.”
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Later…
Annie and Jacques found Hanna crouched in an alley, cradling a stray cat.
“There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere! Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?!” Jacques snapped. “Oh, and I got a parking ticket, thanks to you.”
Hanna looked up nonchalantly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Sarcastic banter with a villain, explosion, quality time dangling from a wire, and then I got rescued by a hot guy in a mask. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
Jacques groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re impossible.”
Annie crouched beside her, peering at the cat. “And what’s with the cat?”
“I found him. His name is Mr. Whiskers,” Hanna said with a grin, scratching the cat’s chin.
Jacques and Annie exchanged looks, silently questioning their entire existence.
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High above the city, perched on a shadowed rooftop, Mr. Crow leaned against a stone gargoyle, his thoughts swirling. His heartbeat was still unsteady, and not from the rescue mission.
Hanna.
She had an infuriating way of slipping past his defenses, her sharp tongue and relentless energy pulling him into her chaotic world. She was reckless, sarcastic, and completely unfiltered—and yet, she intrigued him in ways he couldn’t explain.
When she’d teased him about his body, he had felt the mask of Mr. Crow falter, replaced by the awkward, vulnerable side of himself he kept hidden. She made him feel seen, and it terrified him.
“Why does she always have to make things so complicated?” he muttered, though a faint smile tugged at his lips.
he turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
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Coffee and Candy
AcciónThe Angel of Chaos is the hero of Trametro City. She is known for being friendly and cheerful, but in reality, she is a 25-year-old woman who owns a coffee shop. Contrary to her public persona, she is quite grumpy and the complete opposite of her he...
