Disclaimer: Geeze, does every chapter need one? I do not own any Batman characters.
Authors Note: On the last chapter I forgot to tell who was gonna be in this one. So, after playing eenie-meenie-miney-moe, I picked out Two-Face for this chapter. Not much left to say now, so I'll start the story.
The Princesses of Gotham
Chapter 3
Angel Demonica was about to graduate when her brother was caught in the crossfire of a shooting. He escaped unharmed, but the thought that her brother could have died, well, it just sent Angel over the edge. She had to find someone to blame, and the first person's name she heard after the shooting was Harvey Dent, a district attourney. She placed the blame on him, since, according to her logic, he should have stopped them. Angel doesn't really know what a district attournies job is. But she wants to make someone, anyone but her, pay for the accident. Ever since then, seven years ago, long after Harvey Dent was scarred and became the criminal known as Two-Face, she has been training to become an assassin under the watchful eye of some old guy she met.
Angel set up her equipment, her bullets, the silencer, her sniper rifle, the laser sight, and some stuff she didn't know the use of. She tied her long black hair back in a ponytail and got into a comfortable position. She was ready to kill someone she had never met, hell, she hadn't even seen a picture of him since he got acid scarred! Angel had, however, had an informer tell her where Two-Face's next heist would be. And she had been waiting there since, sitting on the roof all day watching. Only a few minutes until 2:22, the time he was supposed to be there, and then she would make her move.
Angel heard a loud noise, they were right on time! She saw the glass break and the gang break in. She leaned forward and looked through the sight on her gun, and there he was, the man she blamed. Then he turned, and she saw somthing that took her by suprise; his face was very scarred (she honestly had no idea, as she had been training and didn't have time for somthing like watching TV or reading newspapers), and she loved scars. 'His face, it looks kinda...bacony.' she thought, as she watched him direct the others to only steal every other object. Her heart fluttered, and she shook her head. "I can do this." she whispered to no one but herself. 'No you can't. You love scars! Just go down there and touch them.' she was conflicted.
Angel let go of her sniper rifle and jumped down the building, landing perfectly on the ground. She removed her hairbow and smoothed out her outfit, pulling a mirror out of her pocket. 'My gosh, I'm gorgeous.' she smiled, 'There's no way he'll resist me.' She started walking towards Two-Face, who was not really paying her much attention, until she got really close to his face, reached out a hand, and just started rubbing his scars, which freaked him out greatly. "What the hell? Go away." she kept touching the scarred half of his face, "Thats it, heads, you live, tails you die."
It landed on tails.
Authors Note: That one was supposed to be more serious than the others, but oh well. I don't blame Two-Face for being freaked out. Next chapter: Marybell Sunshine meets the Mad Hatter.