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"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…" Terra chorused over and over as she unraveled the wraps of remaining cloth of her suit and replacing it with a suit Marcello gave her. It wasn't her style really but at least it was something. The suit was striped with a matching pointy hat that those unknown, undercover spies in those old-time movies would wear and a pair of shining Johnston & Murphy Plain Blucher cap-toe oxfords. She looked in the mirror and tilted the hat backwards so she could look like a cowboy tilting his hat.
"Well," Marcello began, taking a step forward. "Do you like it?" Terra looked down at her expensive oxfords and tugged at the peels of her khaki striped suit.
"This seems expensive…" Terra muttered, twisting around so she can peek over at the back. Terra grinned. "It's not me but I'll learn to like it…" Marcello grinned back and slapped her on the back hard causing Terra to choke.
"I like you, kid. You aren't afraid to speak your mind." Marcello laughed while Terra was still coughing from his slap. Marcello's grin disappeared.
"Listen Terra, I've got a job for you…" The mustached male said as he sat upon his own desk with his hands clasped together and placed calmly under his chin. Terra turned to him with full attention. "Take this." Marcello flipped a picture out of his breast pocket and whipped it over to the blonde. She caught it with no effort and stared at the picture of a young man no older than thirty with short black hair, a dashing smile and blue kind eyes. "His name's Bruce Wayne. He's a billionaire with a mansion in Gotham City."
"And…?" Terra asked, shrugging and looking back at the snapshot of what seemed to be a pretty boy with a nearly unnoticeable fog of mystery on his expression.
"And I want you to rob him. He's got a lot of money and Batman is always lurking the rooftops, so be careful, capische?" Marcello explained to the dazed teenaged girl. Terra frowned at the photo. There was something fishy about this guy's expression that didn't seem right. Marcello noticed her gawking at the photo and gave a confused frowned. "Now, I know the guy'shot and all but he ain't that hot…" Terra snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at the mustached Italian with a heavy blush across her face.
"Huh…? Oh no, it's not that…" Terra drifted off as she shoved the picture in the pocket of her baggy pants. "… I was wondering how I was going to get to Gotham." Terra lied, not wanting her new boss to think of her as awkward. Marcello grinned.
"Focus."
"The car?"
"No, no, I want you to focus." The black-haired Mafia man corrected. "Focus on your powers…" Terra blinked.
"What powers?" Terra asked in wonder and confusion.
"Your rock powers," Marcello whispered. "Think hard, Terra. Think that you're actually moving rocks with your hands…" Terra closed her eyes and curled her hands into fists. Terra started to concentrate hard as he body began to tremble under pressure. She groaned as sweat formed on her forehead as beads and quickly turned into streaks. Marcello suddenly noticed her face turning slightly red… then blue. "Uh, Terra… you can try another time…" Marcello soothed as he whipped out a cellular phone and wiggled it in front of Terra. "I already got someone to get you a helicopter. He'll be on the roof in a few good minutes. You better get going." Marcello grinned at her embarrassment as she walked up to the roof.
Terra sat on the roof looking up at the dark sky caked with sprinkles of stars. Terra sighed at her lack for memory. What if she had memories that she never wanted to forget or she had something important to do but can't since she has amnesia. Terra kept wondering about possibilities until she heard the sound of slim rods whacking at the wind and she felt a gust of strong air start pushing at her clothes. The blonde whirled around to see a helicopter land on the roof carefully and a man with a big jaw, a brown buzz, a pair of brown suspenders and a white button-up shirt. He flashed a blinding smile at the tall, suited ex-rock mover. "You must be Terra!" The man shouted over the sound of the helicopter blades still chopping at the air rapidly. Terra hesitated and nodded at his question. The man's grin grew wider. "Then this is yours!" Terra blinked and walked up to the big jawed brunette. She peeked into the copter looked back at the grinning man.
"Aren't I supposed to suppose to have a license for this?" Terra shouted back.
"I'm going to fly you!" The muscle-bound male replied loudly. "Now c'mon, we got to get going!" The unfamiliar man screamed over the roaringas he motioned to the helicopter.