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Last time on To Love Again: Green Flames...
The redhead whispered something to the Italian and African American girls and as one, the trio got up and made their leave, not even sparing Richelle a glance.
"It should of been her." he whispered but Artemis still heard him.
"You don't mean that." she said in disbelief. Wally finally turned to her, looking more serious than he has in a long time.
"She was dead to me when she blew up the Cave and put the Team's lives at risk."
"I know. That's why you're gonna drabble yourself into a wig and be the next victim for us." Richelle almost choked at the straight forward statement.
"Ima what?!"
"Come on babe, don't do anything rash. You're not thinking clearly-"
"Oh believe me, my head is very clear!"
"Well maybe if you'd talk to me for once, we can get this settled!"
"Talk? Everytime we talk, I have to hear you bash my friend six feet under! I'm sick of it, Wally!"
~ Thrusday, August 25 2017 12:47 p.m ~
"I'm...I'm sorry." Wally said defeated. When Artemis didn't move to get more clothes, he continued. "It's just...i can't believe that she would not only put you and Kal in that position, but also herself. I've known Richie for a long time, even before the Team was formed. I feel like an older brother to her and to see her in a position like that, so quickly after the death of Tula and Jay...it frustrates me how I couldn't do anything. And then the Team's lives were in danger if anything went wrong..." Artemis' eyes lost their hard edge and she scooted over to her boyfriend, pulling him into a hug.
"We were pushed back into a corner, Wal. There was nothing to do but take action." she said softly. Wally pulled back from the embrace a bit.
"It's not only the plan Artie. When Richie came back after all those years to lead the Team...it was like something died in her. Sure she had the same drive and she could crack a joke but whenever she thought no one was watching she'd get this...look..." The redhead looked down at his girl. "Something happened near the end of those three years. Something bad. And she just can't let it go, only letting a few in."
"If you feel that way, Baywatch, then there's no need to treat her like that. To make her feel horrible for putting herself in danger. She has so much to do now and she's only nineteen! Everyone has turned their back on her, the last thing she needs is to get that feeling from you." Artemis said, placing a hand on his cheek. Wally's face was blank for a minute before his eyes turned hard and he nodded his head.
"Alright. Let's go." As he got up and pulled out his own duffle, Artemis looked at him confused.
"Go where?" Wally turned around, already finished packing, and knelt to help the blonde.
"To Bludhaven. I owe someone an apology."
~ 7:35 p.m ~
"You owe me. Big time." Richelle stated as she looked at the outfit laid out on Grant's bed.
"I owe you several times over. But don't worry, one of these days I'll pay if off." Grant pulling out a beer and sitting in the chair in his room.
"The things I do for you." Richelle muttered as pulled on her clothes of and prepared to change. The detective gave out a cat call as Richelle dropped her designer dress and pulled up a plain charcoal skirt. She then buttoned up her white dress shirt, struggling with the top four buttons. "Well at least it's nice to know I've grown some since I was fifteen." Forgetting the buttons, she pulled on the vest that adorn the 'Gotham Academy' crest. She walked up to the full body mirror on Grant's wall.
Grant whistled as he circled around his female friend. "Damn, don't I love a schoolgirl in a skirt."* Richelle tried to stretch out the vest, but to no avail.
"It feels like I'm suffocating my boobs!" Grant didn't seem to listen.
"And the fact that you're still has slim as you were in your high school years, mhmm the things I could do to a body like yours." he purred as he pulled her hair over her shoulder, reveal the milky texture of her neck. Richelle seemed unfazed by the comment.
"Curse you serial killer for going after school girls!" She yelled to the ceiling. Knowing that whatever god was out there surely wouldn't listen to her, she said down in the bed and pulled on her knee high socks. "Really Grant? How stereotypical can you get?" she said as she placed her tiny feet into the brown loafers. The platinum blonde just shrugged.
"Derek picked them out." The vigilante soon thought of multiple ways to kill his even more perverted partner. "Here yah go, freshly brought from Party City." He handed her a hair net and a shoulder length blonde wig. Rolling her eyes she begrudgingly took the items and placed them on her head. Tilting her head to the side, she sighed.
"I feel like my friend Bette Cain stole my head and gave me hers." she muttered, twirling a cup unruly lock with her pinky. Grant also toyed with her wig.
"If only Halloween came early."
"Didn't I tell you that a disgusting personality is not a costume." Richelle said as she added what little makeup she uses. She pulled on her old blazer grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
"Stop staring at my ass and let's go!"
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~ 8:17 p.m ~
"Hopefully what our surviving victim said was true about this guy." Grant muttered from his place in the drivers seat.
"I doubt I've seen this many men participate in a stakeout with such vigor." Derek said as he looked as he sat in their Mustang, across the street from where their lead suspect Jack Mckenna was sitting on a bench near a rather depressed looking park.
"Are you kidding me? Practically the whole department wanted in on this case when they heard Grayson was gonna be in her old school uniform!" Grant said, binoculars held up to his eyes.
"I don't see what the big deal is. Haven't you seen plenty of school girls during your life?" The dark haired on question, eyes never leaving Mckenna. Meaning he didn't see Grant smirk.
"None that have the body of Richelle Grayson-Wayne. She couldn't even up button her shirt all the way." Derek nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head to his partner.
"You saw her in her bra?!"
"Brother, if I had a camera, I would have been satisfied enough to take down my Victoria Secret Swimsuit calendar. The little tease, taking her clothes of in such a sexual manner." Derek groaned at the image.
"Oh Zeus I wish I was there to see such a sight. To see the body of a goddess like Richelle is one you'll never forget." he muttered. Grant grunted.
"And speak of the goddess, here she comes."
Richelle walked down the street, seeing their target out of the corner of her eye. She decided to leave her blazer in the car since it was pretty hot out and it would give off more of her frontal few. She was pretending to look lost, and seeming spotted Jack by chance. Making her way over, she waved her hand.
"Um yeah hi! I'm kinda lost! Do you know where the nearest train station is? My cousin texted me we're to go but my battery just died. So could you...ya know." she said with a smile.. Jack, who was wearing a black dress shirt charmed her with a smile, something that made her insides rot.
"Sure! You cut through the park and keep walking to 45th yea see, and then you make a right. Once you reach the Bus Stop Deli, the subway should be clear as day to you." he said, brushing his brown locks back with his right hand. Thick long scar, just like the surviving victim said in her report. She gave the man another smile before crossing the grass and turning the corner.
"We're right on your tail, Richie. The target is in pursuit." she heard Derek said from the communicator in her ear. The female just took a deep breath and continued on her way. She was almost at the subway station when suddenly someone pulled her into the nearby alleyway from behind. She attempted to hit the guy, but she couldn't see. She screamed and shouted like all 'helpless victims' would do, not wanting to give up her cover yet.
He leaned in close to her ear, whispering, "Now how about you be a good girl for Daddy and stop making such a scene!" Then he swiftly stabbed something into her neck. She stopped struggling, her limbs feeling like lead. The hell?! She tried to scream but her mouth wasn't listening to her. She could hear Grant and Derek screaming through her communicator but she had lost all sense of time. The last thing she saw was the brick wall of a building before passing out.
A/N: Did this in my free period!
*This is the one and only time I will, thank someone for throwing a pervy comment my way.