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[ thirteen : unpleasant rendezvous ]


NINE-THIRTY CAME AROUND FASTER THAN SHE THOUGHT, the servant left her close to the bar she was supposed to meet the handsome waiter. Her and Dick had made up from their little fight, now she was on her way to the first date she'd had in a while.

The skies were a typical gray and soon the alleyways of Gotham would become a dangerous place. Her outfit was simple, her small purse swung over her right shoulder.

Before she could realize what happened her purse was out her grasp. How stereotypical of Gotham.

She chased the robber down the street trying to retrieve her purse. The man was bulky and wearing a ski mask over his head.

She tried to fight back but everything was happening so quickly, five different men were surrounding her. These weren't typical petty robbers either, they were buff and well trained.

Five shots, five men now lying on the ground, unconscious.

Tasi looked up to the top of the building as her saviour jumped down.

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