I don't own ATLA. P.s nothing against strippers, but i'm just going to protray on how some people look at them.
Katara, dressed in her short trench coat and hot pink high heels exited out the strippers club. Yes, she was a stripper now. No more saving the world because of her boyfriend, Jet. She had thought she could trust him with her secret but after that, he abused his trust. He threatens to reveal her secret. Now, to make money she got a job as a stripper. She also used her powers to now steal. She could no longer use her super powers for good. She was also too ashamed to go back to her family in the South Pole.
"Another day, another pole." Katara said to herself.
"Hey, I want my money back!" one of the men from the club followed her.
"No, I stripped you gave me the money and I earned it!" Katara said.
"Yeah, by being a slut." The man said, grabbing her by the wrist and started to shake her. His friends surrounded her.
Zuko and Sokka were on patrol in their officer cop car. Sokka, being Sokka, had two cups of coffee and nine boxes of donuts.
"Sokka, must you eat so much?" Zuko sighed. "I just cleaned the car yesterday."
"Zuko, I need to eat for my strength." Sokka said. Suddenly a woman's scream went. Zuko stepped on the peddle speeding to where it came from. When he got there though, he was surprised on what he found. A young dark skinned woman punching and kicking and fighting like she was some kind of Wonder Women. Zuko stepped out of the car, for once not knowing what to do as the men she was fighting screamed like little girls. They then sped off. The hooker, Zuko presumed by looking at her outfit, picked up her fallen trench coat and was about to walk off until Zuko took her hand.
"Hey miss, do you need a ride home?" Zuko asked, as Sokka was shaking his head no.
Katara was squeezed in the back seat with boxes of donuts. It felt weird being in the back of a cop car. Officer McSteamy and Officer McDreamy argued. Officer McSteamy had black hair; he was tall and handsome in his uniform. He was also very muscular. He had a burnt scar on his face. Katara decided not to question. Officer McDreamy, she gave him that name because he occasionally nodded off to sleep, he was thin and tall and had dark skin as her and complained a lot.
"Well, this is awkward." Sokka said, while Zuko punched him.
"What? Zuko we are driving home a hooker! If she even has a home!" Sokka said.
"Sokka! Don't be rude!" Zuko said, while looking into the mirror to view Katara's face.
"Dude, we throw girls like her in jail!" Sokka said. "What makes this one so different?"
"Sokka, leave her alone."
"Oh, I get it, you like her." Sokka teased.
"No I don't, I'm just being friendly."
"Well don't get too friendly, you know what they say about hookers, they take all your money." Sokka said. Zuko sighed.
"Are you still upset over that lawsuit? I told you to give her real money, not Monopoly money." Zuko said.
"Who knew strippers had rights?" Sokka said. "Besides, I only gave her fake money to match her fake boobs!"
"Um guys, you can just drop me off here." Katara said uncomfortably.
"With pleasure." Sokka said. But Zuko shook his head.
"No, it's dangerous for you to be out this late in that outfit." Zuko said. Katara blushed and tried to cover herself more.
"I don't get it, you try to hide but yet you already make only paying men get it." Sokka said. "Woman, they're only out for your money."
"Sokka, may I remind you before you got this job you were living off of Toph's money."
"Hey Zuko, stop here." Sokka said.
"Why?"
"This must be where the hooker lives." Sokka said Zuko looked at the street they were on; it was a very popular street for prostitutes and hookers. Zuko shook his head and continued driving.
"What you did back there was amazing Miss Katara." Zuko said.
"Zuko, eww don't tell me you got your grove on with the stripper?" Sokka said.
"Sokka, you idiot, I was talking about how she beat up those guys."
"Oh, yeah, hey Hookatara, did they give you Monopoly money too?" Sokka asked Katara.
"Ignore him, but I'm curious why is someone so young like you stripping?" Zuko asked, Katara lowered her head. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want too."
"It's ok; well I have a boyfriend.."
"Ah Ha! Let me guess, he's your pimp!" Sokka said. Katara shook her head no.
"I live with my boyfriend in an apartment ever since I was young." Katara said. "I ran away from the South Pole to go against my grandparents wishes to live with him."
"How old were you."
"Fourteen." Katara decided to leave out the part that Jet was a drug dealer. They were cops after all.
"So, what is his job?" Sokka asked suspiciously.
"Uh, he works in an office."
"Nice, so when you give him his coffee, do you strip for him too?" Sokka asked, Zuko gave him a look. "What, that's good service; she can strip and feed him too!"
"Why do you strip for money though?" Zuko asked.
"I'm a pretty good dancer…and my boyfriend thinks that I should make some money too so…"
"Does he know about this?" Zuko asked. Katara shook her head.
"No."
"What's with the pink shoes?" Sokka asked. "Sure, I may think you're a whore but even you don't look like a person who'd wear pink."
"It's not my favourite color, but most men like it better than blue." Katara said.
"So blue's your favourite color, mine too, hey Zuko I guess prostitutes aren't so bad after all." Sokka said.
"So, how about you two? Why did you want to be a cop?" Katara asked.
"Well, I lost my sister a long time ago…"
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Katara said.
"No, she's alive but when she was younger someone took her, and I vowed to find her no matter what, so becoming a cop was the way to go."
"That's so sweet."
"Thanks Hookatara."
"What about you?" Katara asked Zuko.
"Let's just say my sister being in jail inspired me to keep her there." Zuko said.
"You work for Women's Prison?" Katara asked.
"No, but my sister was so bad they put her in the men's own." Zuko said.
So what do you think? P.s Katara needs a better job and a super heroine outfit. Any ideas?