Stick 'em up, Doc...
Dr. Elizabeth Baxter was on her way home from a long, hard night at Metropolis General Hospital. Yes, it was late, and dark, but the young doctor didn't think anything of taking some of the seedier alleys in order to get home sooner. First, she was too tired to think clearly, and second, fear of Superman tended to make most petty criminals think twice before doing anything stupid in this city.
Her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, the sweet blonde walked through an alley towards one of the convenience stores near the hospital. Wearing simple jeans, a red t-shirt, and with her hair in a ponytail, she was craving some late-night coffee. Call it a common vice in her profession.
As she stepped towards the end of the alley, however, she felt something hard and cold poke into the small of her back. Behind her, a short, pudgy man in a brown overcoat held the barrel of a snub-nosed revolver against her.
"Gimme yer purse, and your jewelry, and nobody gets hurt, sweetheart." He sneered sickly. "Although... lookin' like you do... no promises there."
Elizabeth cursed under her breath, and slowly put her hands up. What the hell was she going to do?
Her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, the sweet blonde walked through an alley towards one of the convenience stores near the hospital. Wearing simple jeans, a red t-shirt, and with her hair in a ponytail, she was craving some late-night coffee. Call it a common vice in her profession.
As she stepped towards the end of the alley, however, she felt something hard and cold poke into the small of her back. Behind her, a short, pudgy man in a brown overcoat held the barrel of a snub-nosed revolver against her.
"Gimme yer purse, and your jewelry, and nobody gets hurt, sweetheart." He sneered sickly. "Although... lookin' like you do... no promises there."
Elizabeth cursed under her breath, and slowly put her hands up. What the hell was she going to do?