Bad Luck

She felt the gun press into her back. She couldn't help but sigh. She was a fool to believe that she could get through a single day in Gotham without someone happening.

"Give me all your money!" The man yelled from behind her.

"A mugging... again, " she muttered annoyed, this was the 7th one this week.

"Are you fucking stupid! Money now!" The man yelled, getting impatient.

He hadn't hit her yet, better manners than the last mugger. She reached into her purse for her money. Her life wasn't worth protecting the small amount of chash she carried. Her brother could be upset all he wanted over replacing the debit cards.

Before she could hand it over, she heard fighting. By the time she turned around, she saw a man dressed like a bat standing over the would-be mugger. He left just as quickly as he came, leaving her surprised.

"That's new... when did Gotham get a... Batman.. yea, that name fits, " she muttered to herself, a habit she picked up from being alone so often.

Not many friends to be made from always getting into trouble with this luck of hers. Harvey would always joke it was because she was a Wayne, but that didn't make sense for her brother Bruce. He always seemed to have the good luck.

"Get it together, Hope, get home before something else happens," she muttered to herself, continuing on towards her car.