Gotham Streets

Part Of The Job

      We stopped in front of an old looking bar with a distinctive fish on the front of the building. I imagined it might be hers because Butch had called her 'Fish'.

The door on my side opened and I stepped out. I walked around the car and met with Miss Mooney, her arm went around me again. But this time, she and I fell to the ground! The man who exposed me pulled a gun on us! Miss Mooney protected me from the bullet, as well as herself! Butch managed to pull a gun on the man, but dropped it when the man fired at his gun! The gun fell to my side, neither of the men or Miss Mooney realizing it...  

"Scram kid!" The man yelled at me. I quickly grabbed the gun and concealed it in my shirt and scrambled away. I did as he said but I only moved to a better location. I had a choice... I could hear it, the gun cocking and about to fire. I raised the gun up and there were two gun shots... I closed my eyes and didn't see the results... I opened my eyes but did not look down at the man I just shot, but to my surprise, one of the gun shots was Miss Mooney's. She stood up with the gun in hand, while I stood almost frozen in place. I dropped the gun and looked up to the sky for forgiveness. But, no one looked down on Gotham city, not anymore. Miss Mooney picked up the gun I dropped and pulled me out of the street. She seemed very pleased. 

"Now, I know you got my back for sure" she started. 

"But I killed someone..." I said looking down at my own hands like strangers.

"We killed someone that was gonna kill us. You helped save us" she corrected. I nodded, what she said was true. 

"Would you do it again?" She asked. I looked up at her, she held out one of the guns. I looked down at the gun before griping it tightly, and hid it in my jacket, silently answering her question. I just hoped I would never have to again.

 She pulled me inside while Butch took care of the body. On the inside it was old fashioned but very in style. There were people enjoying themselves at the bar and the... Stage area. Maybe they didn't hear the gunshots, or maybe they didn't care. Miss Mooney showed me around. It was all relatively the same area but the mood seemed to change as I walked around. The bar had a wooden stool that if you sat in them too long you'd regret it. Everyone in this place was desperate for something. Whether it be money, strong alcohol, or even women... Miss Mooney seemed like the kind of woman who would provide as long as you provided three times more than her. Miss Mooney pulled me and Butch a side. 

"Get her cleaned up and whatever else she may need" she said and her word was law. Butch immediately got me some clean clothes.  Butch took me to one of their stores where they obtained hard to get items and apparently clothing. At first, he suggested that I wear something that I can be seen in public with... 

"What about this?" He asked holding up some sort of dress! 

"Haha. No" I laughed. If I was gonna get something new it had to be an upgrade. I needed something that was gonna last me awhile, we can't see the future but we can plan for it.

"Something fitting yet flexible. Preferable water proof. Something sturdy" I described. Butch was thinking for a second. I sat down on a table that he had set the dress on. The room was very dim but enough to see. We were in one of the back rooms. The concrete wall reflecting cold air, I got a chill down my spine. Butch walked out of the room. I glanced at the dress. I wonder if things had happened differently I would be wearing something like that? I shrugged. Probably not. Then, Butch came back in with some black leather that looked similar to Cat's but had a blood red hood. Butch had an arm full of clothing and left me alone to try on my new clothes. A light gray t-shirt, a black leather jacket with a red hood, and a pair of black  pants. It all fit perfectly that it seemed to be too good to be true. Butch came back in,  just nodding. I might not have looked presentable to some standards but I was set for a LONG time. I wish Cat were here...