The Captain blew out a long breath.
Bored.
Bored, bored, boooored.
God was she ever bored.
Here she thought being a parking garage security attendant would have tons of exciting perks…
Like being able to beat up rowdy would-be car thieves with her nifty new nightstick.
Three days on the job and no such luck. Not so much as a peep out of any of the car alarms and not a single suspicious looking character wandering the area.
It was disappointing to say the very least.
In the plus column though, she looked damn good in her new uniform.
Even if the hat was a little bit on the goofy looking side.
It was mind boggling how she'd managed to pass the background check that came with taking this sort of job. After all, Gotham was a city full of criminals, from super villains to petty pickpockets, getting a position in security should have been next to impossible for someone like her.
Even with her new identity, something shady should have popped up on the background check…
Like the fact that Corrine Newcastle didn't even exist until a few weeks earlier.
But apparently, there was something working to her advantage in this situation. Maybe the guy who ran the background check was lax in his duties; maybe the impression she gave her prospective employer was so dazzling during her interview that he hadn't bothered to run a background check…
Or maybe the parking garage was secretly owned by a member of one of the local mafia families and the place was slated to blow up in less than half an hour so that the aforementioned owner could collect the insurance money.
And he figured that if the place was completely empty the cops would get wise and figure out the structure's collapse hadn't been an 'accident'.
But the Captain didn't know any of these things…didn't know that she'd unwittingly become a pawn in an insurance scam…she just knew she was bored out of her mind sitting here without any heads to bust.
She glanced at her watch and saw that her shift would be ending in less than twenty minutes…the girls would be here to pick her up by then and they'd all snag dinner on the way back to their cheap motel room…
The only problem with this was that the Captain was hungry now.
She stared at the security monitors and then back at her watch.
Well, there was that delicatessen across the street…she could just step out for a few seconds to grab a sandwich to tide her over until her comrades came to pick her up.
Yeah. That would work.
It's not like there'd been anyone in the building in the last three hours anyways…what were the odds that someone would show up right now to claim their car?
With this logic in mind, the Captain hopped down from her perch on the stool behind the security guard's desk, and ducked outside.
The air had that nasty cold January bite to it that all winter months in Gotham seemed to have, so she made it across the street as quickly as possible without slipping on the icy avenue, intent on getting inside the deli as fast as she could.
She liked frolicking in the snow, sure, but she wasn't a big fan of frigid cold without snow.
The Captain stopped in the middle of the street to stare at the stretch of pavement directly in front of the deli.
Where she found her two friends parked in their VW bus, eating their own sandwiches. Apparently, both of them had gotten off work early and saw fit to grab a bite and wait for her shift to end.
The Captain waved at them and started approaching the van before a loud rumbling started and was punctuated by a deafening BOOOOOM!
Spinning on her heel, the Captain watched as the building she'd been occupying mere moments before disappeared in a cloud of smoke and rubble.
Turning back to Techie and Al, she saw the accusing looks on their faces and reacted accordingly.
"What? Why are you looking at me that way? I didn't do it!"
"Get in the van," Al said harshly, dropping her sandwich on the street carelessly and starting the engine.
The Captain crossed to the passenger side of the microbus where Techie was scooting over on the bench seat to make room for her.
As The Frohike pulled away from the scene of the building's disintegration and the Captain buckled her seat belt, Techie looked at the Captain reprovingly.
The Captain met her chief of operations officer's critical glare innocently. "Why is it every time something blows up or catches on fire everyone looks at me?"
"Because you usually have something to do with it."