Shotgun sinners, wild eyed jokers
Who: That little prick Damian Wayne and That crazy chick Hit Girl
Where: Hatter's realm.
Summary: Mindy left her 'berry behind and really didn't care, and a certain someone picked up. Now he's going to return it, like a little gentleman. There's no way this can go wrong.
Ratings: Probably PG-13 to R, because neither of them are particularly nice little kids.
Mindy glared up at the tapestry on the wall of the massive building. It was a nice, pretty piece, durable fabric, plenty of colors.... and it was a good thirty feet above her.
"Fucker. Why do I have to be so short?"
She pouted at it, wearing a dress she'd created with bits and pieces she'd found in the mechanical wasteland. It was pretty as hell, and held most of the equipment her HIt Girl outfit did. She liked the gears, too, lightweight and a nice touch.
She carefully strapped her grappling hook to her upper arm, testing the cable and spinning it a couple times before throwing it high and pulling herself up to the level of the fabric, snatching a knife with her free hand and fumbling around a moment before she could get it open.
"You're mine, pretty...."
She sliced at the top of the fabric, cutting it away and momentarily forgetting that that was what she was attached to, falling in an embarrassed bundle of cloth to the gear she'd been standing on before, luckily her fall cushioned by the soft, dusty tapestry.