(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

Bitch You Thought.

"Milou- you need to get in here."

"What is it?" I hurry into the bar area of his building from the supply room. 

Lucas and I have just come back from buying more supplies, we've been gone for a while. He's standing on the fighting platform looking down. I quickly go and join him. It's when I see a crudely painted red bat on the mat do I understand why Lucas looks so surprised.

"I guess someone doesn't like us working." Lucas says.

"If he knows anything he knows we won't stop." I breath.

"Well then we need to keep out heads down. You ready to disappear?" he asks and I smirk.

"You think we can really hide from this guy?"

"No- but we can throw him off." Lucas says and I smirk.

"I like the sound of that."

-

They're in the middle of beating the shit out of some poor man when I clear my throat. They turn, Milou drops the man in her hands. He falls to the ground exhausted.

"Didn't see my message?" I ask.

"We got it we just don't care." Lucas calls back.

"I didn't want to have to do this-"

"You won't be able to do anything," Milou says.

"You have to stop us first," Lucas adds. 

They bolt in different directions. God fucking damn it. I didn't need the tag team aspect. I go after Milou instead. I know how she fights so I trust I can beat her. She's fast as hell though. Those legs can do more then just ride a bike- they can trucking run. It's hard to focus on trying to catch her because I sort of just want to watch. Her athleticism is hypnotic and very attractive. Especially when she runs past a set of stairs but bounces off a pole next to it. Up into the air and high up onto the stairs. There's no way I could fucking follow that. But thankfully grappling hooks exists for quick corrections.

When I get to the catwalk she's on Lucas is next to her. They pull hat's on and pull tight scarves up over their faces. Only leaving their eyes exposed. Even with Milou's bright eyes it's going to be hard to tell them apart. They're wearing the same clothes, it looks like they have the same build. They're pretty much the same height. I curse quietly and I see them both smirk. They both come at me. Lucas on my left and Milou on my right. Fuck.

Lucas attack's me at a critical point. He goes to kick one of my knees in. Dodging it makes me turn into Milou who's out for blood. She take one of my knifes at comes at me. When I shove her off and block her attack it's when I'm regrouping do I lose track of both of them. Who is who I don't know. It's hard to keep up with them. They're both fast, they're both ruthless. They don't wait to take turns. They work as one unit. They can read each other.

I have to back off and onto a narrow aisle so they come at me one at a time. But that doesn't work. I find out who is who. Because the way she jumps up onto the railing and sails over my head as Lucas comes at me. It's obvious. Because how elegant it seems. This is fucked. I warned them- and by doing that I led myself into a trap.

Neither of them stop when I put Lucas in a arm bar and put a gun to his head. They trust each other that much. They only start running after they throw me over the railing. Again, thank god for grappling hooks. When I run onto the roof I see one of them ahead of me. I can't tell who it is. They're running, but my mistake is not looking for the other person. They land hard on me, stun me, bounce back after landing on the ground to whip their foot across my face in a nice kick. The other person leap frogs them, must be Milou because she came back so fast. She drop kicks me in my chest. Lucas comes after her with a nice flying spin kick sort of more right into my stomach. My head comes up off the ground as the wind is knocked out of me. Milou punches my helmet and my head bounces off the roof floor and then back up into another punch.

Helmet or not that fucking hurt. Lucas serves me another punch to the gut that keeps me gasping. Milou rolls over my body so she lays her back against my front. She grabs my arms to keep my body on hers, she stands using her rolling momentum before jumping and flipping forward. I'm her cushion, I'm slammed between her and the ground. She rolls off to my right and the two stand over me. Taking off their masks and hats.

"You're not the only crime fighter hood- we'll work with you- but try us again and we won't be this nice." Lucas says before they run off into the night.

That fucking sucked.

  But Jesus I loved that girl.  

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