A quiet row of abandoned warehouses. No one would think of one of them as being the temporary home for a group of gang members from Baltimore. But one of them was.

Out on the main floor, the majority of the group assigned to the current mission were in conference. The topic: the current occupant of the small office behind them.

( And in that small office? )

Blossom didn't have a milkshake today, but she did finally have a pair of binoculars (pink, of course) and she was once again on a rooftop overlooking the streets of Baltimore. Alone, despite Dinah's threat of no Alfred cookies. Dinah just must totally never find out ( Read more... )

"Black?!? You want me to wear black?!" Blossom sighed and looked from the shiny but BLACK helmet back to her friend, who was 'checking on a few things' before they left the causeway. "Are you sure we can't fly? I don't mind carrying you, you know!" Blossom yelled again over the sound of the motorcycle engine. It wasn't that she was afraid of the ( Read more... )