Enjoy my new story: Animosity or Love?
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderfully made, genius Teen Titans…or its affiliates. *tear* -_-'
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I left work in a hurry, shouldering my purse and running down the sidewalk to where the bus was waiting, other passengers boarding. I got there in time, just before the last person walked in, and I walked in, slid in my bus card, and then went to the back. Taking an empty seat, I sighed and put my purse on my lap. Opening it, I pulled out my compact mirror, lipstick and eye shadow. Putting the red lipstick on, I began to put a soft brown color on when the bus lurched to a stop.
"What the-" I hissed, my head hitting the seat. A passenger in front of me screamed. Standing up, I watched as a man in all black clothing aimed a gun at an innocent bystander outside, taking them hostage.
"Oh my God," a boy said," We're watching a real live fight! I wonder if Nightwing will be there!"
I scoffed and sat back down, finishing the last touches of my makeup.
"Should you be doing that?" asked the boy, watching me with surprised eyes," I mean, don't you care that we're in front of a criminal?"
"Listen kid, you're enjoying the face that some poor innocent soul is being held hostage by an ass, and I'm worried I'll be late for my first photo shoot. For God's sake, it's Gotham City. I'm pretty used to it."
The boy grinned and I stood up again," Hey, Joe!" I yelled out to the bus driver, catching his name on his nametag when I walked in," Do you think you can go around this? I'm gonna be late!"
The bus driver shivered in shock and I hissed. Ruffling the kid's hair, I said," Be careful."
I marched up to the front of the bus and said," Open the doors."
Joe just shivered and I sighed, reached across him and pulled the lever that opened the door. Stepping off the bus, I checked my watch. Oh shit, I was going to be late. Pushing past the bystanders, I walked past the man who aimed the gun at me.
"Don't move!" he said. I glanced at him and said," I'm just walking by. I'm gonna be late if I'm held back."
He snarled and pulled the trigger with the gun high up in the air. The girl he held screamed.
"I want a car, and now! But not before I take you, bitch," he said, pointing the gun at me. I shivered. Remain calm, Kori, he can't do anything. It's alright.
"Um, no thanks. I don't really think that's a good idea."
He pushed the girl and lunged at me, gun hanging loosely in his hand. I grabbed his arm, pulled him into me, then over my shoulder. Stepping onto his shoulder, he howled in pain as my heel dug into his skin. He let go of the gun and I kicked his side quickly. Looking up at the witness's I said," What two very chivalric men would love to help me apprehend this guy, and take all the credit?" I whispered the last part to myself as two men came up. They took hold of him and I kicked the gun out of reach.
"Alright, see you later then!" I ran away from them and down an alley, but not before stopping. Seconds later, Nightwing flew in and the police were also on their way, the sirens getting louder as they got closer. I shivered again. Rubbing my hand together, I took deep even breaths then ran out, and down the street. Damn it, I was already late.
"You're late," Rachel stated the obvious," Why?"
"Look, if I'm going to be the bitchy little bimbo for our magazine, then I'm gonna be late. No questions."
Rachel raised an eyebrow and I sighed.
"Some little punk with a gun stopped the bus I was on," I said, stepping out from behind the changing screen. I was in a light pink tunic top, and white jeans. My long red hair was tied to the side with a yellow scrunchie. "Do you know when my car is going to be done yet?"
Rachel shook her head and said," You know Vic likes to take his time. He said he'd call you."
"I know, but you always like to be ahead, so I figured you would call him to find out."
Rachel gave me a small, knowing smile, but when Harvey walked in, it slipped and her face hardened into business mode. I smiled and spun around slowly, my arms out. Harvey clapped enthusiastically.
"A charm, you really are. This issue will people's minds away."
"And my reputation as an honest, sweet girl," I muttered as Rachel, Harvey and I left my dressing room to the photo room.
"You were never an honest, sweet girl," Rachel muttered back and I laughed, stepping in front of the camera.
"How's this," I asked the photographer, putting a hand on my hip and jutting my butt out provocatively," Do this do the job?"
Harvey laughed and said," Why not just an average look? Something that says you're plain but beautiful."
"Great, so I'll just use my self-absorbed assy self," I said with a grin, standing up straight and looking up at the ceiling, rolling my eyes. The photographer snapped pictures and I smiled, saying," I like the sexy look better, Harv."
"I'm sure you do," he answered back.