not deaths bitch | jason todd

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[ five : hello, goodbye ]

SHE LEFT THE MANOR with a to-do list. She walked through the city swiftly and her head held high.

Tasi walked into a super market and went to the cosmetics section. She looked through the different hair dyes and pulled out one to make her hair an 'atomic blonde.' She took the bottle and some tacky jewelry.

She ran over to the cashier,

"black not working for you hun?" She began to make small talk as she scanned the items.

Tasi smiled, tapping her foot impatiently, she didn't have time for chit chat.

"Just wanted to spice things up."

The lady laughed, "28.4-"

Before the older lady could finish she shoved an one-hundred dollar bill at her and took the plastic bag containing her items.
"Keep the change!" She yelled as she ran out of the store and called Alfred.

Alfred was there in two minutes, he picked her up and drove her back to the Manor as fast as he could.

She went up into her personal bathroom and gazed upon her reflection in the mirror.

Her black hair falling into wavy curls. She was going to miss it.

She took a razor and buzzed off her hair until just above her shoulders.

She styled her hair into choppy bangs, the look wasn't perfect but she did, in fact, look like a completely different person.

Opening the 'atomic blonde' bottle, she poured it into her hair, rubbing it in and then hopping into the shower hopping it would work.

She came out of the steamy bath and looked at herself if awe.

It wasn't the first time Anastasia had changed her identity, she'd done it many times before but now it just seemed so surreal.

Tasi then went down to the cave and began to push herself to extreme limits.

Crunches, squats, lunges, Russian twist.

She was done in the cave for six hours straight, trying to reshape her body.

Without stopping, running on the treadmill eating a banana she could only hope all of it was working. 

She'd done similar things in the past, with the assassins, she had been sent on numerous missions where she needed to change her appearance. Spain, Venezuela, Italy, all before the age of ten.  

Dick came down to check on her, he brought with him a glass of water.

"122...123..." she counted her sit-ups. He knelt down and tried to get her to stop pushing herself.

"Ana, you gotta drink something, c'mon." She completely ignored him for a few seconds as he kept going.

"Can't." She huffed, "132...133."

Dick put a hand on her stomach, "I wasn't asking." His tone was husk, his eyes sharped.

She paused for a second and took a small drink before continuing.

He sighed knowing that there was nothing he could do now that her mind had been set.

Once Tasi reached two hundred sit-ups she stopped, she looked down at her watch, she had an hour until she needed to leave.

In her room she was about to change into a slim fit red dress reaching mid thigh.

As she traced over her black lingerie she checked the mirror to find a body much better than the last.

She searched threw her drawers and pulled out blue color contacts, sliding them into her eyes.

The dress now fit her like a glove and the tacky jewelry wasn't as bad.

Around her right thigh she had a knife holster where she kept a special knife recently given to her by the women who raised her as an assassin.

She walked down the grand staircase in five inch heals. Dick stood at the bottom, hoping that everything would go right tonight and the gorgeous girl walking down wouldn't get hurt.