"Where am I meeting him again? And what was his name?"
"Come on, (Y/N), I've told you a million times. You're going to that little Italian place off of Main and his name is-"
(Y/F)'s phone cut her off as it started to ring.
She held up a finger as she left the room to answer it. You turned and eyed yourself in the mirror.
You were dressed in a dark little number with your hair pinned up, a small handbag to compliment the outfit.
You really hadn't wanted to go on this date, but (Y/F) had been nagging you for months to go out with somebody. Eventually, you agreed to this blind date on the condition that she had to do a Harry Potter marathon with you.
(Y/F) returned and eyed you as you had only a moment earlier.
"Geez. You look hot."
You snorted.
"Thanks, but I think that's my date's line, not yours."
"Well, I could take you out if he doesn't." She winked playfully.
You winked back, before you both busted out laughing.
"I need you to be safe tonight. You know how scary it is out there with all of the criminals and vigilantes running about-"
"Yes, (Y/F), I know. You forget that I actually work with danger."
"Cops are getting killed everyday, (Y/F/N). Wearing a dress doesn't change the risk."
You had this talk just about every time you went out. For work or leisure. You rolled your eyes before you took your can of pepper spray and your mini taser out of your handbag.
"I'm covered and I will see you later."
You grabbed your overcoat and waved to her.
(Y/F) sighed before waving you off.
You stepped outside and set off to hail a cab to your destination.
Why is it so slow tonight? It's a Friday night, you wondered.
After fifteen minutes, you realized none were coming and started walking that direction.
Walking eight blocks won't be too bad, right? You thought as you could already feel your feet being squeezed in your heels.
Ten minutes had passed and you were feeling it in your legs.
There were still barely any cabs to be seen, and even then, they were all speeding in the opposite direction.
Well, it is kind of the bad part of town. But, dangit, I'm late.
Right as you went to turn on Main, rough hands grabbed you from behind.
You let out a short scream as you were slammed against the wall of the alley behind you.
"Hey, pretty thing. I'm just gonna kindly ask you to give me everything you have that's worth something."
You rifled through your handbag skittishly, pretending to be looking for money while really looking for your pepper spray.
"You're taking a little too long there, sweetie-"
Just as he started to jerk the bag away, you ripped out the pepper spray and sprayed him in the eyes.
You started to run away, but your heel broke and you went sprawling to the pavement.
Stupid, stupid heels
Black tinted your vision as you looked around you.
"You won't be getting away that easy," the man was standing over you, his eyes bloodshot with sweat and tears all over his face.
You found yourself frozen in fear and shock. Your temple was bleeding and throbbing and you couldn't think straight.
The man started to rip off your over coat, but you screamed again.
A thud sounded behind the both of you.
The thug whipped around.
He was met with a punch to the face.
The man in the mask. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
It's him.
Your jaw was hanging as you watched him totally incapacitate the six foot thug.
When he turned back to you, he was holding your bag and pepper spray.
"I believe these are yours, ma'am," he said in a gentle voice. His crooked smile sent shivers down your spine.
You nodded as he helped you up and handed you your things.
"H-how can I repay you?" You asked, shock still flooding your body.
"No need. But I do have to leave. I'm late for something."
"No, I must-"
You went to grab some money from your purse, but when you looked up, he was gone.
Great, you thought.
You cleaned yourself up in the gas station a block up and fixed your shoe before finally getting a cab to drop you off at the restaurant.
You were determined to show (Y/F) that criminals couldn't faze you and you really wanted that night off with Harry Potter.
When you got inside, your date had already gotten your table and the hostess led you that way. The previous events flooded your mind and you didn't look up as you sat down in front of your date.
That smile, you thought.
Your waiter came up and you were still in a daze.
"Any drinks?"
You only looked up when you heard your date's voice.
"Nothing for me, you?"
You were met with the crooked smile of a ruggedly handsome man with sunglasses.
Matt was his name.
"I'd say you look beautiful, but I can't really..."
You both laughed. His teeth were gleaming at you.
You knew that smile.
You had just seen that smile.
This is going to be a fun night, you thought.
