Chapter 1: Damn Heels Disclaimer: I do not own TDS, all rights reserved to Cartoon Network. I also don't own this plot, it belongs to Post TDA. TDWT never happened. Enjoy. (:
"These heels are killing me," a tall brunette mumbled as she walked down the cluttered streets of Toronto. It was her turn to go out on a coffee run for the law firm she was working under (do you even understand how much coffee those people drink in one day?) and she reminded herself to never wear pumps on her scheduled round again. She didn't really mind going that much, since the weather seemed nice enough and there weren't sketchy looking people coming up to her, asking if she wanted to buy things this time. I mean, come on, if she wanted a pair of Chanel sunglasses, she would go buy a real pair in a store. Not a fake pair from some hobo wearing a hole-y, dirty gray beanie.
She remained mostly collected as she strutted to her destination, but, there was one tiny little thing that was bothering her. She didn't want it to upset her, but it did. It haunted her every time around the beginning of the summer, no matter where she went or who she was with. That place always seemed have that kind of affect her.
Exactly five years ago was the horrid day that she had first stepped foot on that island, the one that changed her. Well, more like the day she met the boy that changed her; but the same point still remains.
Courtney sighed as she tried to push the memories far, far, far out of her mind as she headed to the nearest Starbucks. How was it that, in a city with a Starbucks on almost every corner, they didn't have one within a three block radius of her firm? It's not that Courtney minded getting out of that stuffy place every once in a while, she actually liked to get away some times; it gave her time to think. But thinking wasn't really something she wanted to do today. Or any time soon. Her thoughts would wander to business, which would lead to cases, which would lead to criminals, which would inevitably lead to thoughts of him.
Courtney scoffed to herself at what she imagined he might have turned out to be like today. She still pictured a scruff looking boy with a Mohawk, but instead of working in an actual building, she saw him doing some drug deal in an alley or spray painting broken down train carts. In turn, that made her smile as she looked back at her successes. She graduated from Harvard Law School (top of the class, I might add), and was a proud, hardworking individual at J&S Law. In fact, she was pretty sure she was getting a promotion soon since she won Mrs. Jay's case last month. People were working on that one for years, but when she offered to step up to the plate she solved it in two months.
Shaking her head, she stepped into the air conditioned Starbucks, her senses immediately plagued by the aroma of coffee. Courtney sighed as she pulled out a note card that had the types of drinks her workers ordered, and waited patiently in line for her turn.
She had a feeling today was going to be a long one.
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After work, Courtney was about to head to the parking lot to jump into her shiny silver Lexus, when she remembered it was in the shop because it broke down when she went out for lunch earlier that afternoon. Putting an exasperated hand to her forehead, she groaned in annoyance. She had to walk all the way home in those fucking heels. "Things can not possibly get worse!" And those were her famous last words before she felt one, two, twenty raindrops hitting her head.
Courtney would have broken down right then and there, if not for the fact that she was Courtney. So instead, doing the more Courtney-like thing, she opted for screaming out in rage at the smirking heavens.
Slowly and grudgingly, the soggy brunette started treading to her apartment which was about eight blocks away from J&S. But she was lucky in the fact that it wasn't a cold rain. Since it was summer, the heat made the rain more warm and a little less relentless.
She strutted down the sidewalk for the second time that day, getting soaked to the bone. She hugged her brand new Coach purse close to her chest to prevent it from getting ruined by the tiny droplets from hell.
Stepping to the edge of the puddle filled sidewalk, she tried and failed to hail a taxi nine times before turning around and deciding to walk home herself. Even in this unbearable weather, she was determined to make it home soon. She was a CIT a few years back, so a little drizzle shouldn't be a problem...right?
She almost considered walking into a near by store to prevent from being attacked by the downpour, but then remembered she was supposed to get a call from her newest client soon. Courtney was almost halfway home now, when the unthinkable happened.
Her heel got caught in a drain gate.
It was at an entrance of an alleyway, which was by all means not comforting. Sighing, the brunette started pulling her foot up in order to get it unstuck, but to no avail. The damn thing simply wouldn't budge.
"Looky what we have here," a scratchy voice said from the depths of the alley, unsettling her nerves. Running off without her heel was not an option since she could get her foot cut, and, for Christ's sake, they were freaking Jimmy Choos! She was not about to leave a single shoe worth 200 dollars out on the streets for these muggers to take.
"She's a purty little thing. Don't you think so Rick?" another figure said to the third and final man.
"Oh yes, she's quite a catch," the man addressed as Rick purred, approaching an intensely glaring Courtney. He came close and reached out to her face, only to get it slapped away by her. All the man did was smirk. "Oh, she's a feisty one." Getting closer to her, the filthy man whispered. "I like a struggle."
As Courtney reached out to punch the man in his face, a set of arms captured hers from behind, then her purse was gone. The brunette strained against the mans grip, but he had at least seven inches and forty more pounds of muscle on her. She knew she was no match for him, let alone all three of them.
But that didn't mean she wasn't still incredibly pissed.
"You asshole, let me go!" she yelled enraged, wriggling in his vice grip. Also noticing that one of them was going through her purse, she got even madder.
"Looky here boss, she's a lawyer!" the man smirked and held Courtney's business card up to the man named Rick. He took the card from the delinquent's hand, smiling a yellow-toothed smile that made her skin crawl.
"Courtney Amador, huh?" he muttered. The other man was still going through her purse, now taking out her wallet, not at all trying to hide the low whistle he let out at the bills he saw in there.
Anger was bubbling just beneath her skin. If the sketchy man behind her wasn't so strong, he would have been seriously maimed. And unfortunately, there were only a few people trickling down the sidewalk since it was still raining, so yelling for help was absolutely out of the question.
But then again, Courtney did always do things a little out of the ordinary.
"Get the hell off me! Help! Somebody, he-!" her words were viciously cut off as the hustler restraining her wrapped his hand around her mouth. She didn't even want to think about where it's been in fear of throwing up.
"There, that'll shut her up," the guy who had her purse said with a smirk that reminded her way too much of a certain punk for her liking. "Hey Boss, wh-" Wondering why his subordinate didn't complete his statement, Rick turned around to see a man wearing a dark green motorcycle helmet that encompassed his whole head with the screen covering his face tinted black.
"You guys again?" the figured asked as he tossed the now unconscious body in a pile of trash and started slowly closing the seven feet of distance between them. The guy that was holding Courtney moved his hand away from her mouth to place it on her shoulder, tightening his hold on her and stiffening, as did his boss.
'What the hell got into these two?' the lawyer wondered, clearly confused. Two seconds ago they were all high and mighty, now when this random citizen shows up they act like intimidated little four year olds. Was she missing something?
Taking a closer look at the shadowy person, she realized by his muffled voice and figure that he was in fact a male. He had a regular black zip up jacket on, slightly baggy jeans (she couldn't tell if they were black also, or just darkened by the absorbed rain) held up by a deep red studded belt, and a pair of shoes. The type couldn't be determined in the dimly lit alley, but when a pair of headlights shone their way for a quick millisecond, she could see he was wearing black combat boots, partially hidden by his jeans.
Combat boots. Boots that reminded her vaguely of the ones that lunatic Chef wore during their army drill challenge (or whatever the hell it was) back on that Hell hole of an island. And, upon memory of the challenge, brought back the memory of what happened after a few certain rule breaking incidents that lead to the direct moment on the porch of their teams cabin. Puking, peanut butter-less lives, and then...
Courtney quickly shook those thoughts from entering any further into her mind. 'I shouldn't be thinking about him. I've got my own problems to deal with at the moment,' she thought bitterly, wondering why the universe hated her so much.
"W-Why are you here?" Rick question, but his tough facade was shattered with that single stutter. You could hear the masked man scoff, not at all impressed.
"Just hand over the girl, and I won't kick your ass today. Deal?" he asked after he crossed his arms over his broad chest, signaling he wasn't one to be messed with.
"B-Boss," the thug behind Courtney whispered through the pouring rain. "Is that the Green Hood?" A look from Rick answered his question. "I've never seen him up close before," he mumbled in awe, seemingly to himself but Courtney could hear him since his mouth was just a few inches above her ear.
She froze. The Green Hood. Where had she heard that before?
"So?" the Green Hood (as called by the guy behind her) asked impatiently. "You gonna hand me the chick or what?" As happy as Courtney was about this person coming to her rescue and scaring the shit out of the muggers, he could do without referring to her as a 'chick.' The word woman, lady, or girl would even do! But chick? Did he have to spoil her now brightened mood by acting vulgar?
"Bring it on," Rick offered with some spontaneous gleam in his eyes. Even from a few yards away she could hear his opponent sigh exasperatingly, as if he didn't want to waste his time on him.
"Fine, have it your way." After those words were spoken, with lightning fast speed Rick made move to punch him in the gut. But the other man was faster. Grabbing the boss's fist, he spun him around an held his arm behind his back, pulling it up towards his neck to inflict more pain. It seemed to work since Rick hissed and let out a small yell. The Green Hood then threw him into the side of the alley, effectively making his head make contact with the wall in great force, knocking him unconscious.
Well, that was fast.
After he was sure that Rick wasn't going to wake up, he turned to the man holding the young lawyer. "You want to end up like your boss, or do you want to do this the easy way?" In two seconds Courtney was shoved into the hands of the man in the helmet, her heel somehow magically getting unstuck. Lucky he caught her and balanced both of them before gravity could even think about making them crash into the asphalt.
The thug ran out of the alley and into the street, probably to his home or the gang's base camp. Letting out a sigh of relief, Courtney turned to face the man that saved her to see him pick up her purse and hand it to her, not noticing how he discreetly slipped one of her many business cards in is pocket.
Taking it with grateful hands, she gave him a smile. "Thanks for saving me," she said, noticing the rain had let up and was now just a light drizzle. Courtney wasn't really one to give people praise, bit it was her life on the line; they guy at least deserved a thanks.
He shrugged.
"It's what I do. But you better be more careful Princess. Next time I might not be here," the man said before he turned around and stalked off down the ally, where she noticed a black motorcycle was parked. But Courtney's mind was far from admiring the sleekness of the vehicle as one word replayed over and over in her mind, like a track on repeat.
"...Princess?"
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