Red Hood and Company – My Life as an Outlaw –
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Chapter Six: Red Haired Diva
Namine Ritsu title song (For Artemis!)
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She is ……
She swishes back that long ass mane and I try not to drool at it. Amazon, or maybe just a warrior for some society? I think she's a street fighter with those abs. Whoa – so, I step back as Bane's goons come at us. She nods and I dive into this shindig like it's not Friday night on the town.
"Who invited you, hot stuff?"
Who!
She swung it at me! I dodge the sword and it isn't even flaring up like before with that amazon magic. She'd cut my head off, sure thing. I zip it and pull out my weapons. Time to box some mother-
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"We, make a pretty damn good team!" I try to high five her, with us winning this game so well and all….
She throws back that mane at me, scowling a bit as her boots move in closer over some bodies, we were leaving for the cops to sweep up. Any room in Black gate, Mandy?
The red head looks me over twice, so I stand perfectly still. "You were sloppy by your precison. Too driven, too reckless. And I don't dance with killers." She is…
I turn red, but not because she's won my heart. That is…. Just, bull! No... no.
"Listen sweetie, kay? I don't care about what I am to you, but these guys were on my payroll and you just crashed my gig! You got a name, miss?"
"I, am Artemis. Grandchild of the Amazon warriors, yet you are mistaken." Her nose blows smoke like a bull at a tournament. Should I start with, Ole?
"You were the one intruding. This was my hire, and there was no need to make a mess of it like you had."
"I'm a pro! Do you not know WHO I am?" My rep is crushed, and I just can't have that. Dami would stop and leave…I'm all he's got. "In this city, sister; I'm not some hire, ok? I'm the RED fucking HOOD." I bring a hand to point at my emblem and she doesn't even seem to care. Wow, hard to impress and fussy as all hell?? I might have to take things further. "In Gotham, I'm your superior and NO one stomps in on my shots. Got that on your "checklist," princess?"
"I am…." Her sword is there, she can kick my ass, but Amazons are not barbarians. Humans, are another animal entirely. "What should I do then." She blinks at me and then sees a body twitch. Her sword shoots a stray bolt to make the goon go quiet, as I jerk back. Surprised. "Why are you asking me? You got a job and it was already in reservation for moi. So, that makes us –
"I, haven't got anywhere to go." She pulls up her reddish-brown hooded cape and I have no words yet. YET. "I…. can't –
"Please, if you know this city…. get me a job!"
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Just how did I become the unwilling tour guide of an amazon?
She is following me. I turn, but she'd rather stay a shadow on my back. I groan and she doesn't make a peep until I turn full front and see, her big green eyes on me. "You are a big-time boss in this city, yes?" Her accent isn't like Diana's or Cassie. Not a Donna by comparison, so it could be a con. "Where are, how did you get here?" I ask, a bit winded on fuel. "And why Gotham? Why not Metropolis?"
She stands back and her hands tell me that she's got baggage. Don't we all, kid.
"I was from the Isle, like the famous heroine and queen, but I was charged with a high crime and now must reclaim my innocence. I was sure I could find the Bat of Men or something was that name….He could locate the Princess to prove that I am –
"Why me?"
She blinks at me to think about the question, so I wait. And then, she talks. "As an exile, I want to go back but…there is my family; their rank is a big…deal in Themysceria." She tells me now, but I already didn't need to know that much. "I don't have an extra room. Go and, find a –
My device goes off in my pouch and I still. In reaches aching fingers as a boy yells at me through the line.
~Where ARE you, Todd?? There is no excuse for skipping curfew, yet your job has extended past the designated time slot. I will –
"No, lil D. I'll be home…and…I have to make up a spare room for…" I sigh.
"Someone."
~ One? Are you out doing indecent acts, Jason?? I would have forced down Dick's bad jokes over this, but….you may as long as this guest is not intend on keeping me awake….or stealing the remote…I rather enjoy the living area.
He has a finance show on in the background, a Nasdaq reporter in the slightest of no changes, he's still being the grandson of a psychotic dictator.
Like father like son, I suppose…..
The smile I give is one of relief, and this cutie here has to giggle. Still, I am sure my hunch is right.
She's no ordinary runaway. One eye, opened. Dami can always take the other shift…
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