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Street Fighter
Len stood up, Shaking slightly as a cold breeze whispered along the alleyway she had been sleeping in. She sighed, it had already been five years since her mother had been killed and she had begun living on the streets of Gotham, and it was amazing that she had survived this long, of course it was helpful that she was a black belt in karate and knew what pressure points to poke to knock someone out.
She examined her ripped jeans and ratty long-sleeved shirt with disgust. When a sound farther down the alley brought her head up with a snap, smoothly falling into her well used fighting position and watched as a man stepped into the light oh it's just one mugger she moved swiftly to one side as the man suddenly lunged at her he's drunk...great as the man tumbled past her one of her hands flashed out and poked him on the back of the neck, aiming for a pressure point that would knock him out. He fell like a sack of potatoes and she stepped around him, leaving the alley.
Bruce POV
He had been staking out a store where he suspected that weapons were being smuggled when he heard a thump, leaping onto the next rooftop and peering down into an alley just in time to see a young girl, about 14, quickly dispatch a man who was obviously intent on mugging her. I'll have to have Alfred see if he can dig up anything on her. Then moving back to his post he resumed watching the store.
Len POV
She wandered along the street, heading towards a house where there was an apple tree, sighing she thought all i eat is apples nowadays, and pulling a couple off the tree she began to eat and walk at the same time.
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Yeah i know it's a bit short, but the next chapter will be longer, i promise. please R&R
