More of Domino On Her Own
It had been two weeks, and Domino was beginning to get tired of these games. Oh, sure, the thrill of the moment, the fear of getting caught robbing yuppies was fun at first... but then it had turned into routine.
To try to alleviate her boredom during the sunlit hours, she had taken to volunteering at a local preschool. The kids were brats, and their rich, snobby parents were even worse, but somehow Domino fit right in. She would show up just after naptime and play dress-up with the girls, sometimes holding fashion shows or makeover parties for them. The teachers used her presence during free time as an excuse to sit back and read trashy romance novels, which had inspired Domino to start reading during the daytime hours she couldn't spend with bratty children.
There were some things money couldn't buy. Yes, of course she missed Him a bit... He had been the only father she could really remember, and she had never had many close friends that had stayed with her as long as He had. However, the thing Domino missed most about her old life was her missions. She ached sometimes to go shimmy up a rope using only her arms, or to backflip off the roof of a ten-story building and land perfectly on the next building over.
But the money was fun too, she supposed, and the preschoolers were at least enjoying it as well. She had used some of her latest robbery to buy a nice dress-up section for them. It was almost penance, in a way, for her guiltlessness over stealing from the rich and giving to the broke and abandoned-- herself. She was almost content with this life, assuming she found some legitimate business leads soon. Maybe even something involving her physical prowess outside the bedroom.
Still, sometimes she wished He would come looking for her.