Thanks for the positive comments! I changed the stories cover as a thank you. The cover is now a version of Blossom from this AU. I won't tell you which version though. They all tend to blend together in my mind anyway. Tell me what you think of it!

Princess Morbucks sits in her car outside of a little place on the east side of town known as Lucky's Pub. It's a kind of stereotypical bar, with drunken perverts and careless staff. TV's that blare the same sport programs, even when it isn't the season. The parking lot is full this night, as every drunken businessman in town is trying to drink away their trade problems. Lots of money goes into that, now that she thinks about it. No wonder her daddy was so intent on buying as many requests as he could before passing. She checks her hair in the mirror, her makeup, and clothes. She wants to seem presentable to her date. Not that she never is. Just a precaution. She locks eyes with a brute on the sidewalk. She takes a double take, because she knows that brute. It's Mitch Mitchelson with a girl on his arm. The girl doesn't seem at all drunk, just happy is all. She and a few others help him into a car, and she waves goodbye to her friends as she drives off with him.

"Mitch Mitchelson, you dog…" She says to herself. The car is well out of sight by the time her date arrives. She hears a knock on her passenger window.

"Hey you mind letting a girl in, it's freezing out here." Robin says, smiling down at her. She's all bundled up in a scarf and a hat, and a big winter coat made of wool. Princess always found wool a nice fabric on Robin. She opens the door for her, and envelops her in a hug. "Well, gee, Princess it was just one meeting." Robin say's, giggling. Princess puts on a mock face of despair.

"I know, but it went on for an eternity! You have no idea how much I suffered without you." Robin laughs.

"That's what assistants are for!" she says. She then huffs and looks around the street. "So, where we headed tonight, your highness? Lucky's?" She points to the lit up bar in front of the car. Princess shakes her head. Robin nods in agreement, "Not a place for young Princesses at all." She gasps, as if struck with inspiration. "How about we try somewhere like… Frizzles? It's close by and-"

"What's a Frizzle?" Princess asks, looking confused. Robin gasps even louder than before. She looks at Princess with something like awe, but also confusion.

"Wait… You've never been to Frizzles? It's only the best pizza joint on the west side! And its educational." Robin adds this last statement with pride, as if she herself founded the place. Princess laughed.

"So what, they made a restaurant for History teachers?" She asks cocking an eyebrow. Robin shrugs.

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for the Dewey Decimal System." At this they both laugh.

Princess starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot heading for the Westbound highway. Robin talks to fill the silence. The radio, while a neat and vintage idea, wasn't built into Princess' car. A one of a kind, Red Sector Monkey Wrench, the fastest car on the streets. The name is ridiculous, so everyone just calls it a JoJo, like the inventor.

"I have just about had it with finals. Those tests are a big pain in the ass to grade." Robin gripes, her head laid back on the seat.

"I can only imagine. Your job is easy compared to mine. I'm just some glorified day planner for the rich." Princess says. She was the supervisor to all of the other advisors, the planners and assistants, of the Mayoral Division. Robin didn't really work for her, just helped out whenever Princess asked. Still, she was a hell of a lot better to work with than some other advisors she's met.

Robin groaned, "You are totally not a glorified day planner! You rock at your job. I saw the correspondence today." She said smiling at Princess. "As regal as ever, my highness." She said, pinching one of Princesses cheeks. Princess blushed.

"Well at least one advisor thinks I'm great." She said. Robin laughed and rested her head on Princesses shoulder.

"You bet your ass, Morbucks. You're Amazing."

The night wore on as they drove to Frizzles. It was a tiny speck of light against the dark western country side. It must be some kind of diner. Princess drove, with Robin nestled next to her in the next seat. Robin may have been stretching when she said the place was close by. It took more than an hour to get to this part of the West side. Soon they would reach the diner, Robin would jokingly gripe about how Princess didn't wake her for the view.

What view? She would say. Its pitch black out here in the Sticks.

And then Robin would say, The Sticks have a way better view than the southern skyline, and you know it!

And then they would both laugh at each other.

Princess didn't have time to comprehend what was happening, until the truck slammed into the side of the car rolling it over 4 times. The moment became still when the car landed in a ditch, right outside the diner. Time itself seemed to freeze, and everything just went deathly quiet. It was as if the wind and the trees were all holding their breath. Then, in the stillness of the wrecked moment, footsteps. Someone was walking towards the car. Princess thought about shouting, but couldn't. The seat belt constricted against her throat, making it hard to talk and breathe. She looked over at Robin, wondering if she was breathing.

She tried to talk anyway, she tried saying Robins name. But all that came out were strangled sounds. Gurgling sounds, more like it. The footsteps stopped, and Princess could see the shoes the person was wearing. High heels, with cute little emerald bells on the straps. It was a woman, not tall by the look of her feet. She made more strangling sounds, trying to get the woman's attention. It worked.

The woman bent down, and Princess couldn't believe who she was seeing. Buttercup Ultaire, Butch's new assistant and planner. She looked down at Princess, who hung upside down, with her girlfriend in the next seat, and didn't seem at all surprised to see them. BC wore a green and beige wool jacket with many pockets. It gave off a film noire vibe, as she reached into one of the pockets. Princess thought she was going for her phone.

It was a small pistol.

Princess screamed, or at least tried to. BC lowered the gun at Princess, and fired. She shot Robin first, head shot. Princess screamed again. BC then shot Princess, killing her instantly. It's a mercy really.

Princess opened her eyes, breathing heavily as if waking from some awful nightmare. She found herself sitting in her car outside of a little place called Lucky's pub on the east side. Her face is inches from the mirror, poised in that Makeup check position with her lipstick out and her hand on a compact mirror. She looks at herself in the tiny mirror. No bullet holes in her head.

She jumps when she hears a knock on the passenger window. It's Robin, grinning at her, all bundled up in a wool jacket and scarf, her purple hat pulled low over her ears.

"Hey you mind letting a girl in? It's freezing out here." She says.