A/N: AND WITH THAT, THE CLIMAX HAS BEGUN! WHOOT!!!
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Chapter Twenty-One: Passive Manipulation
It wasn't long before they reached her old orphanage in the narrows. Ashley got out of the car. Bruce handed her his cell phone.
"Call Alfred when you're ready for us to pick you up. We'll just drive around for a while, all right?" Ashley nodded, and ran off too the orphanage. All of the kids on the playground had stopped playing when they saw her and the limo. When they saw her clothes, clean and unscathed (even after her fight at school), they sneered. Jimmy, the boy she had been fighting with when Bruce had taken her home, walked up too her, acting as the leader.
"What you want, rich bitch?" He snarled.
Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Just because I'm adopted, doesn't mean I can't kick your ass again, Jimmy. But I'm busy. Where's Jericho?"
"Gone." Ashley froze.
"What… what do you mean, gone?"
"He's running a gang down in the shipping docks in the southern narrows, now scat before I finish what I started your first day here, 'cause your boyfriend ain't here ta save ya."
Ashley didn't need told twice, and ran off towards the port. Little did she know, Bruce had stayed behind too watch.
Alfred turned too him in the seat. "Shall we follow her, Master Bruce?"
"Yes, Alfred, just make sure she doesn't catch us, she's sharp."
"Of course, Master Bruce."