Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or anything associated with him. If I did,
he'd be my dark knight.........
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A/N: This little thing came to me as I was at work at 4 in the morning. I just now got around to typing it up. Please R&R!
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Fast Justice
By: Batbabe
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Lisa always hated the night shift. Ever since Burger Planet Eatery had extended it's hours late into the night, she had always seemed to get the closing shift.
This was the shift no one wanted. All the crazies in Gotham came out to play at night, and most of them wound up at the small fast food place. As one of the few employees that wasn't still in high school, Lisa found herself having to work the late shift. It was the worst shift of all, certainly the most boring since there were hardly any customers with a need for fat on a bun at two in the morning. Now, instead of tending the heat lamps (as opposed to grills) she did crossword puzzles or wiped of the counter for the fifteenth time. Her job just wasn't as thrilling as it used to be.
The customers that she did get were usually one of three things: drunk and/or high, homeless, or crazy. She didn't know which type she preferred.
Tonight was no exception. She had served a total of two people, and scared off three drunks. One of the people she did serve only wanted a soft drink. Needless to say, she was bored out of her mind. /Thank God it's almost closing time./ she thought to herself.
Just then, the bells above the door jingled, signaling a potential customer. Her eyes lifted from the magazine she was reading for the forth time to lay eyes on a pig-tailed young blonde. Lisa's eyebrow crooked up unconsciously as she stared at the woman. She was in a short black skirt with thigh-high black and red boots and a bright red tank top. It wasn't really her outfit that was shocking, it was the fact that she was wearing it in the middle of January. Obviously, the blonde wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
The stranger practically bounced to the counter. "Hi ya! What's shakin'?" She grinned, baring all of her teeth.
Lisa just stared, wondering how someone could possibly be that perky at this hour, before giving the usual welcome speech. She finished with "How may I help you?"
"Uh, well, I guess I'll have a double moo burger with extra onion and mustard, a large fry, a super large soda, and all the cash in the register."
Lisa stopped short at that and slowly turned back around to face the other woman. "Hehe. Nice joke." She chuckled slightly indicating that she wasn't amused.
"I wasn't jokin'" The blonde replied with a straight face, reaching into her small bag. She pulled out an overtly large sledgehammer and swinging it menacingly towards the register.
A sharp gasp escaped Lisa's lips as she jumped back against the farthest wall. The blonde then preceded to smash the cash register into tiny little pieces, cash flying everywhere. "Sometimes ya just gotta do things yourself..." She muttered disgustedly as she grabbed the money off the floor. "So are ya just gonna stand there and stare or are ya gonna get me a bag or somethin'?"
Lisa found herself unable to form words, and no sound escaped her mouth. She just stood there in shock as some insane blonde bimbo (who probably was on "the bottle", if you get the meaning) rip her off. 'Oh man, I am soooooo going to get fired!' She thought as the blonde apparently decided to just start stuffing money anywhere she could find on herself, since she lacked a suitable bag.
Once she had extracted all possible areas to stuff, the blonde stood up and grinned at Lisa.
"Well, since you aren't going to help out, and since I'm such a wanted fugitive and all, I guess I'm gonna hafta put yer lights out...." She picked up her sledgehammer and stalked menacingly towards the frightened worker, grinning from ear to ear.
Lisa cringed as she prepared herself for the blow to come, seeing as how she couldn't quite remember how to get her legs to move anymore.
Suddenly a black form swooshed past Lisa and landed atop the deranged woman. The sledgehammer went flying from her hand across the room. Lisa's eyes went wide as she realized just who had come to her rescue. The blonde was the first to speak.
"Hiya bats! What's goin' on? Heard any good jokes lately?" Her voice was shaky and she cast a nervous smile up towards her attacker. Lisa could clearly make out the ferocious frown on his face, he clearly didn't get the joke.
He pulled out a pair of odd shaped cuffs and snapped them around the woman's wrists as he pulled her to a standing position. She didn't fight back, probably because she knew she really didn't stand much of a chance against him, and just hung her head in defeat.
Lisa struggled to put her jumbled feelings into words, "I....I....well, what I mean to say is....uh, thanks for saving me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up. Well, other than getting hammered to death....uh, so to speak."
Her savior looked over at her, his eyes hidden by his mask, face inscrutable. All he said as he walked away with his prisoner was, "Don't thank me. You're just lucky the drive-thru speaker doesn't work."
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A/N: This little thing came to me as I was at work at 4 in the morning. I just now got around to typing it up. Please R&R!
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Fast Justice
By: Batbabe
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Lisa always hated the night shift. Ever since Burger Planet Eatery had extended it's hours late into the night, she had always seemed to get the closing shift.
This was the shift no one wanted. All the crazies in Gotham came out to play at night, and most of them wound up at the small fast food place. As one of the few employees that wasn't still in high school, Lisa found herself having to work the late shift. It was the worst shift of all, certainly the most boring since there were hardly any customers with a need for fat on a bun at two in the morning. Now, instead of tending the heat lamps (as opposed to grills) she did crossword puzzles or wiped of the counter for the fifteenth time. Her job just wasn't as thrilling as it used to be.
The customers that she did get were usually one of three things: drunk and/or high, homeless, or crazy. She didn't know which type she preferred.
Tonight was no exception. She had served a total of two people, and scared off three drunks. One of the people she did serve only wanted a soft drink. Needless to say, she was bored out of her mind. /Thank God it's almost closing time./ she thought to herself.
Just then, the bells above the door jingled, signaling a potential customer. Her eyes lifted from the magazine she was reading for the forth time to lay eyes on a pig-tailed young blonde. Lisa's eyebrow crooked up unconsciously as she stared at the woman. She was in a short black skirt with thigh-high black and red boots and a bright red tank top. It wasn't really her outfit that was shocking, it was the fact that she was wearing it in the middle of January. Obviously, the blonde wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
The stranger practically bounced to the counter. "Hi ya! What's shakin'?" She grinned, baring all of her teeth.
Lisa just stared, wondering how someone could possibly be that perky at this hour, before giving the usual welcome speech. She finished with "How may I help you?"
"Uh, well, I guess I'll have a double moo burger with extra onion and mustard, a large fry, a super large soda, and all the cash in the register."
Lisa stopped short at that and slowly turned back around to face the other woman. "Hehe. Nice joke." She chuckled slightly indicating that she wasn't amused.
"I wasn't jokin'" The blonde replied with a straight face, reaching into her small bag. She pulled out an overtly large sledgehammer and swinging it menacingly towards the register.
A sharp gasp escaped Lisa's lips as she jumped back against the farthest wall. The blonde then preceded to smash the cash register into tiny little pieces, cash flying everywhere. "Sometimes ya just gotta do things yourself..." She muttered disgustedly as she grabbed the money off the floor. "So are ya just gonna stand there and stare or are ya gonna get me a bag or somethin'?"
Lisa found herself unable to form words, and no sound escaped her mouth. She just stood there in shock as some insane blonde bimbo (who probably was on "the bottle", if you get the meaning) rip her off. 'Oh man, I am soooooo going to get fired!' She thought as the blonde apparently decided to just start stuffing money anywhere she could find on herself, since she lacked a suitable bag.
Once she had extracted all possible areas to stuff, the blonde stood up and grinned at Lisa.
"Well, since you aren't going to help out, and since I'm such a wanted fugitive and all, I guess I'm gonna hafta put yer lights out...." She picked up her sledgehammer and stalked menacingly towards the frightened worker, grinning from ear to ear.
Lisa cringed as she prepared herself for the blow to come, seeing as how she couldn't quite remember how to get her legs to move anymore.
Suddenly a black form swooshed past Lisa and landed atop the deranged woman. The sledgehammer went flying from her hand across the room. Lisa's eyes went wide as she realized just who had come to her rescue. The blonde was the first to speak.
"Hiya bats! What's goin' on? Heard any good jokes lately?" Her voice was shaky and she cast a nervous smile up towards her attacker. Lisa could clearly make out the ferocious frown on his face, he clearly didn't get the joke.
He pulled out a pair of odd shaped cuffs and snapped them around the woman's wrists as he pulled her to a standing position. She didn't fight back, probably because she knew she really didn't stand much of a chance against him, and just hung her head in defeat.
Lisa struggled to put her jumbled feelings into words, "I....I....well, what I mean to say is....uh, thanks for saving me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up. Well, other than getting hammered to death....uh, so to speak."
Her savior looked over at her, his eyes hidden by his mask, face inscrutable. All he said as he walked away with his prisoner was, "Don't thank me. You're just lucky the drive-thru speaker doesn't work."
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