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L.L.A.P

~Laces

Chpt.4

"It appears that none of the inmates that escaped got very far. All are accounted for back in their cells. That is, all except Victor Zsasz." Damian informed, and Livy smiled.

"Victor Zsasz! That sounds so cool! C'mon! Let's find him and throw him back in Prison!" Livy informed with excitement, and Damian looked at the girl, perplexed.

"Are you not friends with majority of the criminals in this city?" Livy gave Damian a pointed look.

"I'm only friends with Catwoman, Ivy, Edward Nigma and some of the Guys that work for the Penguin. That's all the criminals I'm friends with in Gotham."

"In Gotham?" Damian questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up and let's find Zsasz." Livy stated.

"Find Zsasz? We have to wait for him to hit someplace, and he's not going to make a move any time soon after just getting out of Arkham."

"We could always ask around." Livy shrugged.

"You mean ask people for help? Everyday people who might have not seen a single thing?" Damian questioned and Livy shrugged.

"Yeah."

"Ha. I do not speak to people who might not even have the information I want. It makes me appear weak." Damian informed in the arrogant voice Livy was used to hearing come from him.

"Whatever." Livy rolled her eyes. "I'll find Zsasz. And I'll do it before he makes a serious hit on someone."

"How do you plan to accomplish that?" Damian questioned.

"Public Relations." Livy grinned, then ran off into the city. Damian rolled his eyes.

She's too naïve, thinking that she'll be able to find Zsasz without him killing someone first to leave clues. Damian thought, shaking his head. Crazy girl.

~*~*~*~*~Elsewhere~*~*~*~*~

Destiny knew that the guy was scum. She knew that he was dirtier than most of her "clients" and also that she didn't want him. She also knew that her pimp would be okay with her declining from him.

What Destiny didn't know was that the guy didn't want to take 'no' for an answer and even when she ran out of the building to get help, he was determined to get what he wanted.

So Destiny was resigned to the fact that something horrible was going to happen to her in the ally she was dragged to. She was also resigned to the fact that nobody would care if the scum killed her and would say that "she had it coming." Even the police wouldn't care. Another prostitute dead. Too bad.

Nobody cared about a prostitute named Destiny.

However, Destiny wasn't expecting a teenaged vigilante to come and save her. One that she had never heard about.

"Yeesh. That guy looked creepy." The girl stated.

"Who are ya?" Destiny questioned in a whisper. She heard stories about the Vigilantes in the city. Usually after they took down a "bad guy" they'd disappear into the shadows. However, this one seemed to take her time tying the guy up, and looked at her in a very friendly manner with a smile on her face.

"The name's Little Red. I'm kinda new here." She informed.

"Why are ya stayin' here? Don't your kind usually disappear after ya do your job?" Destiny inquired.

"My kind? Oh, you mean the bat shit crazy people." She laughed. "Yeah, I guess we usually leave, but I'm a bit different from the others." Little Red reached into her pocket.

"By the way, here's my card. Give me a call if some guy is creeping you out or anything. Tell your friends too."

Destiny took the card, looking at the number on the bottom.

"Are you serious?" she inquired in a hushed voice.

"'Course I am."

"But… what I do isn't exactly legal." Destiny informed, confused why someone like a vigilante was actually talking to her.

"To be technical, I think being a vigilante isn't exactly legal either." Livy smiled as she shook the woman's hand. "Well, I gotta get going. Nice ta meetcha…what's your name?"

"Destiny."

"It was nice ta meetcha, Destiny." With that, Little Red disappeared into the shadows.

Destiny looked down at the number with a small smile on her lips. She felt like someone cared if she got hurt. She felt like she mattered.

For once, she felt like someone cared about a prostitute named Destiny.

~*~*~*~*~Several Days Later~*~*~*~*~

Livy saw the woman who called her standing outside a restaurant with a worried expression on her face.

"Are you Bell?" the woman looked at the teen suspiciously.

"Are you Little Red?" she inquired.

"At your service." Little Red smiled. "Are you friends with Destiny?"

"Yes. She told a few of us that you would help if we called you." Bell informed, her eyes darting left and right nervously as she talked.

"Sure thing. Do the two of you have the same pimp or something?" Bell nodded and Little Red looked at the girl, perplexed.

"He doesn't seem to do his job very well. Shouldn't he be looking after you?"

"Our pimp isn't very hands on. He hooks us up with some men and is okay if we accept or decline them. We can work on our own if we want too and hook up with men he doesn't know too. Since he's so hands off, protection isn't something he's very concerned with." Bell explained.

"Gotcha." Little Red nodded. "So, what exactly is the problem?"

Bell took out a letter from her purse and handed it to Little Red.

I will kill you

Were the words written on it.

"I have a feeling it's from one of the men I declined. I don't know what to do, and now I feel like he's going to kill me at any moment." She informed on the verge of tears.

The girl gave her a comforting smile while resting a hand on Bell's shoulder.

"Consider me your personal body guard until this guy makes a move." Little Red grinned, and the woman couldn't help but smile back.

Two days passed, but on the third day, a man entered Bell's apartment with a knife while the woman was sleeping.

Little Red was waiting for him attacked.

When the man became conscious again, he was upside down from the top of the building.

"L-let me down!" the man exclaimed in panic.

"You just tried to murder a woman and you want me to let you off the hook?" Little Red questioned.

"She's just a prostitute!" he shouted.

"She's still a person, and a person you tried to kill. But she's under my protection. All of the women here are under my protection. Try to hurt them, and I will find you and end you." Little Red threatened, and she swung the man around from the ledge until he was crying.

She then lifted him back up and proceeded to beat him until he was on the verge to being unconscious.

"Tell any buddies you have not to mess with the women here, or they'll have to answer to Little Red." She growled, then let the man go as he limped back to his home.

~*~*~*~*~One Week Later~*~*~*~*~

"How did you do it?" Damian questioned when he and Livy bumped into each other on a roof top.

"Do what?" Livy inquired innocently.

"How did you catch Zsasz without him killing anyone to leave any evidence or clues?"

Livy smiled.

She could have told him how she got valuable information from people who worked the streets.

That the woman trusted her and told her about men that scared them that she needed to keep an eye out for.

So when Destiny's friend Jillian spotted a man who gave her the creeps with several scars on him told Livy, and several other woman informed Livy of the same man, finding Zsasz was easy.

She could have told Damian that, but instead she shrugged and said,

"Public Relations."