(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Let's Dance.

Me
-I'll be late to fight night-
12:00 p.m.

Milou
-That's fine, I'm staying later after for clean up, looks like Lucas might be getting Lucky-
12:05 p.m.

Me
-leaving all the work for you huh?-
12:06 p.m.

Milou
-oh you're helping when you get here.-
12:10 p.m.

Me
-greeaaat, I'll be there in an hour or two-
12:12 p.m.

Me
-works got me busy-
12:12 p.m.

I actually just really need a fucking nap. It's been a long day of avoiding Damian and trying to gather more information of her and Lucas.

I oversleep a little. I sleep or two hours instead of one and a half. I curse and get up quickly and text her.

Me
-Oh fuck I'm late-
2:20 a.m.

Milou
-relax it's not the end of the world I'm p busy anyway. Don't stress-
2:25 a.m.

Me
-You're a saint Milou I'll be there soon-
2:30 a.m.

I'm walking into the alley next to the building Lucas owns about fifteen minutes later. Going to the stairs the lead to the basement and knocking. But all I hear is music. I try the door and open it slowly.

The room is dimly light with yellow lights. There's a bar to my left and a few yards in front of me is the fighting stage. There are some scattered chairs and tables, the room is hot and smells like a gym. But with more blood. A smoke hangs in the air, and I feel my nicotine habit calling for me. The place has this weird homey feel to it, but I hardly pay attention to it at all. Because Milou is on the fighting stage, dancing to the music that's playing from an unseen speaker as she cleans the blood of the stage. Her bare feet are silent as she moves across the mats.

I stop and watch for a second. She's picked up a broom that doesn't have anything at the end. It's obvious in the way she moves she's a fighter. Using the broom like a staff as he dances. It's graceful as she twists it around her body, doing tricks and laughing at herself. Picking up a dirty towel and tossing it into a bucket across the room with the broom handle like nothing. When she takes a second to catch her breath I step into her view.

"You put on a pretty good show for a task force officer." I call and she jumps at the sound of my voice. Kicking up the broom handle and into a position similar to a defensive stance.

"Jesus you spooked me Jason!" She puffs before relaxing as I walk over to the raise stage and crose my arms on it. Leaning on it as I look up to talk to her.

"You looked like you were in your own little world dancing there." I smirk.

"Oh stop being smug- my mom made me take dance as a kid, I didn't like it much then." She says walking over and sitting on the edge of the platform. Letting her legs dangle.

"Well you're pretty good but you also looked like you were fighting some invisible people with your little stick there." I say poking at her broom handle.

"I'll have you know that this is a deadly weapon if I want it to be." She scoffs.

"Oh yes to the imaginary people maybe," I smile looking at the large square shaped platform.

"They won't even let me use this to fight with when I do fight-"

"Because it's not fair- you kick ass already- and these guys are amateurs." I say and she hums.