"The joke was on me"
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Walking the dim lighted streets of the Gotham underground a young woman dressed in combat boots, skinny jeans and a plain black tee would look like the most innocent thing the Gotham Underground had seen in many years.
As she neared one specific apartment two men's voices were heard echoing through the silence of the streets.
"Where is that lil bitch? I'm going to fucking kill her – man I swear on it!" The shorter one, who appeared to be the more intelligent of the two, grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't even think about it mate, boss would have our god damn heads' Looking to the ground and mumbling under his breath a 'yea I guess so' the hidden woman moved backwards. Quickly turning around and bolting into a full out sprint she went to her safest place for the moment – Mooney's Nightclub.
"My sweet little robin, please take a seat." Sitting on the chair opposite from Mooney, the robin pulled out a paper envelope from her bra. Placing it on the table left and smirking to her mother figure the woman feel into her chair.
"Where's that Penguin of yours?" She asked while lighting her cigarette.
"Away doing as much of his job as he can." Both the women chuckled; the robin flicked some of her cigarette ash into an empty shot glass.
"Got some info for you though love," Mooney leant forward in her seat slightly while raising an eyebrow, "Had some presents standing by my apartment door this afternoon. One was yelling to his little crony about where my fine ass was."
"Fine ass huh?" Mooney chuckled, "Well I will have to get some of my best men on it. I don't want anyone hurting my little robin."
"This little robin has a place to be," She said as she checked her watch.
"I'll walk ya." As Mooney and her robin walked past the bar no one noticed the empty bottle of rum that was quickly swiped from the bar, except one with electric green hair and a smirk on his face.