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Fxck.

It had to happen today of all days.

Just. Fxck.

Fxck her life. Fxck the villains. Fxck everything around her, because she certainly doesn't have any at this point.

She's being singled out again!

This is stupid!

Here's what's happening:

She was at the bank wanting to make a deposit when some xsshole blew up the fxcking front door. Several guys surrounded her and the people around her.

She was a tall girl, so of course the brutes would focus on her and make sure she doesn't move. She had a gun trained on her and some others that had to sit on the ground like the rest of the newly made hostages.

She wasn't entirely paying attention to the goons and their boss, just staring at the floor pxssed off and scared like the others.

That's when she felt someone touching her god dxmn face.

The basic looking boss of the operation thought that she was novelty to parade around and the only reason she isn't punching him right now is because of the consequences. So she listened to his cheap xss complements.

"You're such a cute doll, aren't you? Bet a big girl like you haven't ever been pampered by a gentleman like my self!", she tried not to gag.

"Look, we both know the heroes will be here any minute! So why don't you back off?", she carefully seethed in a calm and even tone.

"Hm... I don't think so. You seem incredibly valuable so on your feet!", he pulls her up by her arm.

She noticed he was only a head or two shorter than her. That meant he was taller than the majority of people in the bank. He was still kind of basic to her.

A green trench coat with colorful trimmings, a fedora, a mask, and short black gloves.

His mask wasn't anything to look at, but was fairly different that others. She briefly thought that perhaps he worked for someone that looked similar to the mask- she somewhat recognized the face from somewhere.

How dangerous is the big boss?

"I'm quite dangerous, I assure you.", he responded with a tone that told her he had a malicious grin.

She hadn't known she said it out loud, she furrowed her brows and her lips where in a thin line. His hold on her arm wasn't too painful, but it didn't look like he was going to let go any time soon.

He dragged her to a chair beside the one he sat on that one of his goons brought her. She was pulled down roughly into the chair and he never let go even as he took his own seat.

She kept her hands on her lap where they could see them. A single gun was still trained on her.

She sat through the two hour long ordeal without drawing anymore attention to herself. The Fxcker decided that talking about himself the whole time was attractive and would make her swoon.

It didn't.

She thought he was torturing them all- including his subordinates as they all looked half ready to burst through the front door and chance getting shot by the police outside.

She learned so much about him without learning anything about him. She knows how he likes his laundry, and the type of ice cream is his favorite, she knows what time he goes to bed and how "smart" he is.

He talked about a movie he saw and all about his thoughts on the character's romance. This lasted too long, her brain felt like melting.

Luckily for them all, the burner phone one of the goons had been holding rang. They had been talking to the police with it and it seemed the police were trying to contact them to deliberate again.

The conversation went nowhere and that was the moment she realized she was going to be stuck with this weird Fxcker for the rest of the night and he still hasn't let go of her God. Dxmn. Arm. THAT SON OF A BXTCH!

She was not going to take that. She refused to sit any longer. She didn't know where the hxll the heroes are or why they haven't showed up yet, but she was so fxcking sick of this dude and his goons.

"Hey, why exactly are you robbing this bank in particular?", she asked faking fear to hide her frustration.

"Because Doll face, this bank has a few customers that got a big bank account and when we're done with fxcking around with the cops- we're going to take all the doe and skedaddle on out of here.", he bragged.

Then he took one long look at her, she felt goosebumps rise as she fought herself not to punch him right a way.

"You know, typically those that look like outliners are and.... I wonder who would pay to have you back safe in their arms? Hm? You seem fairly well off.", he squeezed her arm.

She flinched and worriedly placed her hand on the one hurting her arm.

"Please. I'm just some girl!", she felt her eyes prick with tears.

"Yeah? And? A pretty some girl with designer glasses. Dress as plainly as you like but the quality of your clothes are a stark contrast to the other dully clothed nobodies.", he chuckled before letting go completely.

She held her arm and turned her body from him as much as she could. She couldn't help the glare she gave him that couldn't diminish the tears rolling down her cheeks.

The xss hat looked in her direction without so much as a word and he had no idea what expression he was making behind his mask but if the tension in his shoulders were anything to go back, it was anything good going though his head.

She was done with him. She was done with the situation. She was done with this whole day. She was done with everything happening and everyone contributing to this misery that she had jerked her head a way to breathe a calming breath through her nose.

She could do this.

She had too if she wanted to go home.

She counted to ten.

1
Breathe
2
Stay calm
3
Don't show them your fear
4
Think clearly
5
There are a decent number of goons
6
Only three out of seven have guns
7
The rest have knives
8
You're suicidal anyway
9
Really you were only looking for an excuse
10
Any excuse will do and you found a decent one

She turned and the man sitting next to her tilted his head.

"One last question.", she said evenly.

"Yeah?", she breathed at this.

"Why are you such a whiny little bxtch?", someone choked on nothing when she said that.

She wasted no time launching a swift punch to his throat and following him to the ground to take his gun or a knife if he had it.

The chair he had been sitting on tanked a bullet for her as she grabbed a gun from his back pocket and used the man as a shield.

She pointed the gun at the goon closes to them and shot at him. She missed the majority of her shots but two did land and made the goon fall.

She got up with the "big boss" in a choke hold. She pointed the gun at him for a moment.

"I hope you choke on it, you pxss ants!", she snarled in his ear.

She pointed the gun at the goons and shot at them as she ran, still dragging the man in the same rough and careless manner he had to her.

The goons were focused on her and her hostage; not noticing the heroes until it was too late and they were already being pummeled by a strong man in a helmet.

She sighed in relief as another hero took the man from her hold and she dropped the gun. It looked like everything was finished.

Of course the man had to dive for the gun and shoot her. He was on the ground and she was clutching her side as she fell into the hero's arm. She heard the hero talking, but didn't pay attention to the words.

She glared down at the villain, who had a chill down down their spine, and she got out of the hero's arms to lunge at him once more.

She has a nasty right hook, that he knew, but he really thought he could take another. No he couldn't.

She ripped the gun out of his hands just so she could focus on beating him to a bloody pulp. She didn't aim for the face, respecting that he didn't want his face to be seen.

Instead, she punched him in the gut and put him another choke hold- with her legs this time. It was only when he stopped moving that she let go.

She stood up and flipped him off.

"Fxck you.", she passed out.
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Bye! Yeah, I like this one much more. The other one kind of dragged.