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I also want to apologize with my updates. I mentioned I would be tired from my camp and sure enough yesterday I sat down on the computer and fell asleep with my hands on the keyboard. lol. I went to bed at 9:30 because I was that tired...blegh! Also this chapter might seem like we are closing into the movie, but we still got a ways to go until we hit the movie. So...yay more Maggie and Blake love!

-yesiamweird

"Thank you, and have a great afternoon sir." I smiled handing the man his brown paper bag full of his purchases. The store had just opened about an hour ago and already I had sold four ties, three jackets- one blue and two grey, and six colored collared shirts all done without the help of my fellow employees. I looked up from my position behind the register watching the other salesmen attempting to assist their guests with their purchases. They were all pretty much hopeless idiots, but cute and funny to be around nonetheless.

"How's Mr. Blake been, Miss Robin?" My boss, manager of J.R.W. Suits and Ties, James Rover Washington smiled walking to my side.

"Actually, he's Officer Blake now, JW." I smiled proud to say the initials of his name. After working with him for five years, I had the right to anyways. "Has a shiny new badge, car, uniform and everything else to protect this city."

JW nodded picking up our newest catalog, "Well since that clown man went to Arkham things have been pretty quiet around here."

I giggled and raised a finger to my lips, "Sh! Don't jinx us!" He chuckled and then looked as the door chimed indicating a new customer.

"Ah! My dear friend Mr. Dagget!" JW walked from out of the counter to shake the man's hand surrounded by his wall of body guards. "Always a pleasure to see you! How can we help you?"

"Fine as always. I need a suit obviously." Dagget's smile was crooked. It almost seemed like he was making a deal with the devil as he spoke, "Can you help me?"

"Why of course," JW motioned with his hands for me to follow and I nodded walking out of the register area towards the business man. "This is Miss Margaret Robin, she is my head dresser and she is sure to guarantee you the specific suit you desire."

I nodded proud of my title and motioned for the man to follow, "Right this way to the mirrors for your measurements please." He stood on the podium while JW and the guards mingled around the shop leaving me and Mr. Dagget alone. "So what type of suit are you interested in today?" I smiled my usual fake salesman grin while taking up his measurements.

"I need one to wear for Harvey Dent Day at the Wayne mansion in a month. Something classy that says, 'Soon-to-be Richest Man in Gotham' but with a hint of modesty."

I laughed, "I'm sorry Mr. Dagget, we don't have any available suits in gold fibers. I'll have to tell JW we must invest in this material, just for you sir." He smiled as well as I turned my back bending down to place the tape in its position. Despite the fact my back had been turned, I could see his hungry eyes in the reflection of the room of mirrors as he eyed me from top to bottom. As much as I wanted to turn and slap him across the face, I stood abruptly and turned with a smile, "Shall we continue, sir?"

He nodded taking my hand and kissing the top lightly. "After you, madam." I forced a blushed smile hoping to butter him up to buy an expensive suit. We walked through the back rooms of the store examining the suits almost in comparison to the show 'Say yes to the dress' and so far I had four suits in held in my hand for his liking.

"So, Miss Robin, what it?" I nodded while continuing to examine the rack. "How long have you been working here?"

"Five years sir. I know my way around, you could say."

He smiled making me nervous with the hint of evil beaconing from it. But maybe it was the fact that he was a crooked business man like the rest of the men that came into the shop. He laughed and then looked into my younger, less corruptible face, "I'm assuming you all dress some of the most wealthiest men in Gotham, correct?"

I only nodded concerned to what he might say next.

"Well, soon I will be the wealthiest and you all can say you clothed me! You see, it's a win/win situation." I hesitantly laughed and he continued, "Have you ever dressed Mr. Wayne?" His curiosity and tone of voice screamed that he was up to something much more than wondering.

I sighed trying to find the right answer for his comment, "Mr. Wayne hasn't been around for very long. When he does want a suit, he usually asks us to deliver it or his people come to the store to pick it up. The tailors have his measurements already."

"Hmmm." Dagget smiled and then placed a hand on my waist. "So why still a Miss, Miss Robin?" I forced laughed trying to hold in my cursing thoughts.

"Just haven't found the right one. No matter how clean the streets are, a good man is hard to find."

He pulled me closer. Dagget's breath clouded my face as I stood still afraid my actions would ruin the business deal, "But I'm right here." he pulled me to his lips forcefully holding me against his chest.

I allowed him to continue for a brief second and then pulled away with a breathy and hesitant chuckle. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't want to be fraternizing my employees, Mr. Dagget. No matter how rich or powerful they are, I would be devastated to lose my job."

He nodded and then offered me a hand out of the back room. We walked back into the store in silence until Dagget coughed, "So, ahem, I'll take them all Miss. Robin. How much is that?"

"Uh," I tapped at the register and then smiled at my total, "$14,681.56 for all five suits and ties Mr. Dagget." He flashed me a silver credit card with a smile while my desk assistant handed one of the guard men the specially wrapped suits in plastic. "Have a wonderful day Mr. Dagget, and we hope to see you back soon." I smiled big attempting to wipe away any of the disgust I had towards the fact he had just assaulted me.

"We will, Miss Robin." Dagget nodded and with that he and his entourage left the store.

"By God!" JW scared me out of my thoughts of pretending to have laser vision and blasting Dagget's head into mush, "Go home Margaret! You have deserved the rest of the day!"

"Oh," I laughed with a cheery smile, "Oh no. I can't. I can't leave you here today. I have nothing to do-"

"But I insist!"

"Really, JW, I insist…" Then I eyed him cunningly. "But I could use a raise."

The owner sighed with a smile shaking his head as well, "You are already my highest paid employee. But I just I could give you a bonus for the hard work you've put into the job."

"Thanks Mr. JRW, you're the best." I hugged him lightly and then laughed, "Now, let me get back ta work!"

The rest of the afternoon flew by. Honestly, I was too excited to tell Blake about my victory that I had planned a speech about the event in my mind. Of course, I was leaving out the part about Dagget kissing me, but including everything else.

At the moment, I was standing behind the register counting up totals from the morning when I lifted my head as the door chimed. JW had been in a delightful conversation with a guest while Brent, one of my fellow employees, stood by my side at the register.

"Can I help you?" Brent smiled adjusting his neck tie to the guest and walked out to greet the three men. They didn't look like the type who would just waltz right into a suit shop and know what type of suit they would want, but we were based on serving and educating every man on their needs.

The three men gathered in a triangle formation and all three had stern frowns plastered on their faces. "Yea you can help us." The man in the center of the three raised his hand from behind his back with a handgun raised to Brent's head. "Don't call the cops."

I think I screamed for a moment trying not to retain the image of Brent's skull blowing into bits as the room drove into a scene of chaos around me. I remained standing planted at the register as the other two men ran over to the counter while the man with the gun stepped over top Brent's motionless body threatening the customers, my co-workers, and boss to stay down.

"Give us the money and all of your records!" One shoved a duffle bag in my arms while taking the count book from my hand. Instead of giving into their demands, my attention focused on one piece of critical information: 'All of your records.'

Now, it's just me, but why would a common group of thieves want a record book of our customers?

"I'm sorry…" I whispered firmly holding my hands above my head. "I can't do that." My voice was stern, but there was no denying the fact I was scared. Not so much for me, but for my fellow humans in the room alongside of me.

The other man raised a gun to the side of my head forcing me to close my eyes ready for death. My brains would be splattered on the floor just as Brent's were just now. The smell of metallic from the blood and the loaded gun filled my nostrils while I forced to hold back my gag.

"No don't! Boss said we can't touch her, 'member!"

My eyes shot open and I stared at the man with the gun while the other hopped over the register to take the money.

"Margaret! Please!" JW yelled and then I heard a shot from the third gunman. "SHUT THE HELL UP, OLD MAN!" He yelled firing two more rounds into JW's chest.

"NO!" I screamed and then struggled to fight off the man in front of me.

"Yo! Please, can I do it?! Please!"

"NO!"

I punched the guy struggling against me in the nose forcing a stream of blood to flow as I pulled away. "Get away from-" I felt the mouth of the gun collide with the side of my head forcing me onto the cool marble of the ground.

I had to get up, I had to stop these men from stealing. While clutching the side of my head, I attempted to pull my legs underneath my body, but a foot held me down to the ground. "Next time you move, a bullet is going in each one of your limbs pretty Missy."

I struggled to fight his weight but I couldn't budge. Something inside of me was growing weak and it ate away at me to no end…then I focused my eyes on the sight in front of me: my hand had been outstretched showing off the small faded cut in the crease of my thumb and fingers.

It was the cut I had received the night I ran away from the orphanage. The night I was faced with death- just like right now. It was the same night I met my best friend that I probably wouldn't see ever again until he joined me in the afterlife. "John…" I muttered through grinding teeth staring at my hand as the black vision took over my eye sight.

"Got something to say, sweet cakes?" The man stomped on my back even harder forcing a few pops in my spine.

"Y-Ye-ea." I croaked turning my gaze to the man. "Fu-uck you!" Another fire of the gun rang through my ears and in all honesty, I couldn't tell you if it had hit me or not. My brain had clouded out just as the noise struck.