A/N: So this is a Young Justice fanfic! Review and follow! Critiques accepted, Just be fair. and the M/C's name is Panda/ "Panda-Eyes".
TRIGGER WARNING: References to drug addiction and violence.
"There's a certain place on the outskirts of the town; scrap wood and lead pipes and junk all around." -Panda Hero
Her blond-brown hair fell into her face as the rest of it stuck out of her baseball cap in messy tufts that barely reached her shoulders. Her Tank top was ripped up at the bottom and looked like it had been burned slightly. Her pants drooped and were rolled up to the knees and she wore a pair of green-blue goggles around her neck She had rather noticeable bags under her eyes and carried a wooden baseball bat with nails driven into the end of it. Blood stained the nailed end and her shoes had dried blood caked on the outer soles from probably smashing someone's face in with her foot. A pair of brown, fingerless gloves resided on her hands, with a few minimal blood stains on them.
She drug her bat along the ground; the nails making scrape-scrape sounds against the sidewalk. Her feet made soft tapping sounds as she took long strides and made a quick turn into an alleyway, blowing a bubble of blue bubblegum. She seemed nonchalant in her actions, but she was very, very observant, even if her appearance said otherwise.
"What'cha need from me, eh?" The blonde asked with a condescending smirk. If it wasn't mentioned before, she was a mercenary for hire of sorts. With the only thing in mind being money. She honestly only cared about money and her..."addiction."
She looked up to the man with a wide, cocky smirk as she waited for his reply. Her grey-green eyes peircing into his seemingly black ones. The man was a young man, presumably in his late twenties to early thirties. He had a sharp face and a five o'clock shadow. He was rather muscular, too.
"What're you able to provide?" He fidgeted nervously as he stared directly at the blonde. His eyes directed downward. Not daring to challenge her intimidating gaze.
"Anything from an injury to an..'accidental' death." she placed air quotations around "accidental." a twisted grin pushing itself onto her face.
"Well, I want you to...Kill Red Arrow." He murmured silently; sounding unsure of himself. Like he had second thoughts.
"Red Arrow, eh?" She swing her bat back and forh with a grin. "That ain't gonna be cheap." her nonchalant tone scared the man in front of her. His black eyes becoming as wide as saucers. She chuckled. "How much ya willin' to offer?" Her accent came out thick; her smirk growing slightly.
"Five thousand." He shook in terror; staring down at the girl with a terrified glance. A chuckle escaped her. Malicious and intimidating. Much like her appearance.
"Not enough." she giggled softly, swinging her bat back and forth again. Chuckling darkly. "Maybe Ten grand~?" she asked, although it came out like a demand.
"D-Deal!" He stuttered out as the girl took a step closer to him. A smirk on her face, before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to make eye contact with him.
"If you even dare to not pay me, this bat..." she swung it upward. "Is gonna go into your skull. Got it?"
"Y-Yes ma'am!" he cried.
"Good."