Yeah, so the weird thing is that when you- hypothetically start beating rich wealthy men for all that they have and then take all they have… you would expect to get on someone's radar. Like maybe a little, cause I live in Gotham and I think there's a group of bat themed losers who have nothing better to do to, you know notice.
I find out that my daycare is doing poorly because none of the dock workers can afford to pay rent, let alone daycare. So Single Dad Trying To Meet Ends Meet Mcgee goes to the neglectful Vietnamese lady (who already has a few of her own in the place) one floor down instead of me- long story short I broke a lot kneecaps. I mean a lot of kneecaps because I kept having to go up the chain to make sure that wages were being met. Which coincidentally is how I met Bruce Wayne. After all the you know "How did you get in my house?" and the classic "You don't have to do this" kind of thing. I apparently didn't need to break his kneecaps because he wasn't aware that money was being taken and pocketed. My daycare is doing better now that Mr. Wayne knows about what's going on so it's all good and suggested I stopped my kneecap business, but I really don't think I will.
Tangents, you will soon realize I go on a lot of those…
Well no Batman on my ass, which is nice, the IRS on the other hand…
Those guys do like to pick on the little guy who has immaculate tax papers with a lot of variables. Who also didn't exist until three years ago, from what they can see.
Well may as well introduce myself, My name is Valentine originally Valentina, but the league of assassins already had a Tina and they really didn't need two. They didn't need the first one in my opinion, but thats in the past because all but like ten of the League are dead. I also looked pretty boyish at five, since my hair was really short, because I would always get gum in my hair. So they changed my name from Valentina Mendoza to Valentine Mendoza, and mostly got me to forget the fact that my dad sold me and that my powers were for healing and helping.
Now you probably have a lot of questions, like "why are you beating up rich dudes, and you met Bruce Wayne?... Was he hot?"
Well I beat up the rich wealthy dudes who, well beat up their wives, and then use their rich wealthiness to entrap their wives and forcing them to endure the torture of their extravagant marriages that is 24k chains around their necks. So the wives come to me tell me what their lives are like, I hold their hands and see what they go through the pain they feel on a daily basis and decide if I take his money and beat him from an inch of his life tomorrow before dinner or next week when the daycare is closed for Christmas. I take all the money that man has and use ¼ of it to make a new identity for the woman, ¼ or more for a nest egg for the woman to adjust and make a new start with a job and ect, the other half gets washed through my daycare to help daycare expenses and women who were unfortunate enough to get non 1% shitbag husbands. And yeah Bruce Wayne is Daddy af. Like damn.
This is not my first story here, I used to post stories here all the time but then i purged them all because i realized that they were shit cause (at the time i thought) i was shit. I do not miss the pressing space so you have that indent so its easier to read the flow of the story. which is not going to be cool cause my next chapter kind needs it to go with the humor thats in it.~Imperfection Please
