"Alright, that's him. Al Westfield. Leader of the most wanted criminals in Gotham City," she sighed. "And not to mention the beloved sheriff."
I take out my precious AK-47 from the black duffel bag laid out beside my legs. Looking over the edge of some apartment building, I can see him talking with some other guys in the hotel across the street. I set my weapon and aim right in between the bastards eyes.
"Bye bye, birdie."
The shot rang throughout the downtown area and as soon as I see the lifeless man through my scope, I gather my things and bolt from the scene. I know he's going to be here any minute.
You idiot. You really need to invest in a sniper. Thinking to myself as I jump down the fire escape, I can already see the black masked vigilante at the scene. He looks at my victim and then at me just as I reach the ground.
"Wren-"
"Not now, Lindsey." I jump on my motorcycle and start her up.
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Timothy
FanfictionWren Scott has always had a life full of pain. Her mother left her when she was a young child, her grandmother could care less if she's dead or alive, and to make things worse she is one of the most wanted criminals in Gotham City. Her life isn't e...
