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Terra practically crawled back to the restaurant in exhaustion. She has been here and there the whole day and breaks were not included. She was lucky to sit down before another order came in about thirty seconds later. Terra swung the door open, not caring who notices her abrupt entrance and quickly sat down in her relaxing spot, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down her brows. She sat there for a maximum of twenty seconds until another call came in.

"Terra, pizza delivery…!" Terra cut in quickly.

"I know…" She pitched in, getting to her feet and grabbed another box from the counter. Terra walked backward with the pizza in her hand to open the door but bumped into a semi-muscular figure. She could tell he worked out since she felt his muscles through his top on her back. She whirled around to meet with two white, masked eyes. She felt her breath get caught in between the walls of her throat at first thinking it was the spiky-haired boy from last night. Then it hit her. This guy had short red hair and his uniform was more of a burgundy with yellow boots and had a bow and arrow instead of a staff. She smiled shyly. He grinned back.

"Hey there…"

"Hey…"

"You've got a minute?" He asked politely with that same grin. Terra gave him a small 'um' and looked back at her boss. He nodded.

"The customer can wait I guess… but do not take too long!" Terra nodded back at him and the young masked teen and she walked out. As soon as they were outside, Speedy's grin faded.

"I'm just here to ask… have you noticed any suspicious activity around? You know, unusual things…" He questioned with his eyes narrowed.

"Uh… I just started to work here…" She responded as she shuffled a bit.

"Oh." He replied. They both stood silent for a while. Terra broke it.

"I have to go now…" The young blonde managed to say as she turned back.

"Oh… uh… OK. I'll see you another time then…" Speedy answered with a hint of nervousness. Terra looked back at his cute grin and couldn't help but smile back. She walked off with the pizza in hand. Though as she walked away she couldn't help but try to figure out why she was having these weird emotions for Speedy…

As Terra walked towards her destination, her face tinged with daze, she spotted a black limo screech to a halt barely hitting her and a big hand grabbed her. It pulled her in violently as if she were a rag doll and shoved her into a leather seat. In no time she was blindfolded and her arms were tied behind her back.

"Let's move." She heard a rugged voice order as she heard a screeching of tires and was nearly catapulted out of her seat due to the abrupt acceleration of the vehicle she was so neatly placed in (sarcasm if you must know). "Yo, Blondie," She heard that same voice snarl. She knew it must have been her and instead of answering, she squeaked in fear. "Your name is Terra, right?" He asked with a slightly nicer tone.

"Um… yes…" She whispers too scared to raise her tone any louder.

"Terra Markov?" He asks still with that awful voice. She nods, trying her greatest not to cry by pursing her lips.

"It's her, Bobby you can take off the gear, Jesus… I swear, if you were to hurt her at all, boss would cut off your fingers." The young Mafia teen heard a sly voice take place as she felt the bonds on her wrists slowly loosen. In a short moment, she was able to see again. To her surprise she was in an expensive looking vehicle with guys in black suits stuffed in. She gulped. "Don't worry kid, we're with Marcello."

"You know him?"

"Yeah, black hair, black mustache, expensive suit, expensive shoes… you know the rest." The sleazy-looking guy described briefly. Terra felt a bit less tense and more at ease. "So, Terra… where's your loot?" Terra was about to ask him about this but then realized that he was talking about Wayne's expensive stuff. Terra completely forgot about that! Luckily, she was carrying it in a backpack for the whole time. She took off her bag and zipped it open to reveal the many sculptures and paintings. They all gawked at the scene and looked up at Terra. "Whoa… kid, do you know how much this'll be worth?" She thinks and shakes her head.

"No. I simply took them off Bruce's hands. I didn't want to waste any time." She answers in all seriousness. They all nod.

"We'll take these to Marcello, you know, to make your trip less heavy." The fox-like man told her as he took everything and put it away.

"Great. Can I go now?" Terra asks without hesitation.

"There's one more," A big guy added. "There's a Mafia in Gotham too." Terra was deciphering what he was saying and began to frown, knowing where this was already going. "The Jump City Mafia with Marcello and all and here… they don't like each other. They get at each other's backs like wolves. And since you're part of Marcello's group…" Terra quickly stopped him.

"I don't think I can." The man glared down at her.

"You gotta. Marcello said so. If you don't stop them, you don't get squat. If you succeed in getting in on their plans we'll tell Marcello and you'll get double your salary," The muscular, brown-haired man advised the frightened teen. Terra suddenly found this powerfully tempting. "So," He started again. "You in or out?" Terra grinned.

"I'm in."

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