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Blinking once, the small ender gave a single nod.

//As much as I love to stick around and work on finding ways to get threads going, need to sleep. Also have fun time rping, though I can only assume Gil rubbed people and muses the wrong way, I can expect that and respect that. Gil not a character that bends and breaks easily, he does not toss things out and about. The only way you ever get on Gil’s good side 3/4 of the time is by overtime and a lot of work, would love to see more positive interactions with Gil, but, eh... May take some time. *Looks at Gil.* Still love you buddy.

Even in Texas, gotta rep my hometown

The familiar neon sign looked extra bright in the heavy Gotham rain. It wasn’t a great place, but it was as close to home as Elena could possibly get.

There weren’t too many people in just yet, the peak hours being from 11:00 pm to 3:00 in the god damn morning, but she always went through the back. She was always careful not to put anybody in danger.

Her uncle found her before she could even call his name and the words that came out of his mouth were ones she’d been hoping to hear for a long time.

The Red Death is coming.

He gave her the same worried look she always got when she went after these people. But this time it was different. This time he looked more afraid for her than he was for them.

“I’ll be careful. I won’t be stupid. I know who I’m dealing with.”

He knew there was no argument so he simply nodded and went back to setting up for the night while she went and got comfortable in one of the darker corners of the room. Now to wait.

Elena isn’t quite sure what she’s looking for at first. She hadn’t even had time to do much research on her little phone when she saw the fiery red hair from the corner of her eye. The gleam in the woman’s eyes were what set off alarm bells in her head. But she stayed quiet and simply observed.

She quickly realized why the woman was also called Bloody Honey and if these people didn’t make her sick to her stomach, she probably would’ve found it funny. She felt no empathy towards the man Rye was talking to. He was an idiot for letting his guard down. Did he really have no idea who he was dealing with?

Rye and the man who accompanied her eventually drifted towards the back door, his hands practically all over her.

Something’s not right...

But Elena couldn’t pass up this chance. She had to take it.

She snuck up the stairs into her uncle’s taxpayer, deciding to slip out through the fire escape and hopefully get the drop on the Red Death and maybe save this idiot’s life. Though the latter was definitely not a priority...

He’s... gone?

Something tells her to stay pressed back against the wall and melt into the shadows. Then, she sees the dreadfully familiar cape and cowl jump down from the opposite building and land in front of her target. Red Robin.

I didn’t sign up for this...

Elena wills herself to stay quiet as she listens to the two talk. The Red Death... Rye, is both surprisingly and unsurprisingly unafraid of the man in front of her, actually grinning at him. While he looks angry and bitter as usual.

She tries to slip away silently. Less because she’s afraid and more because she knows her uncle would lose it if she got caught. She nearly makes it without alerting them when some of the brick crumbles beneath her feet and lands on their heads. They’re both alerted to her presence and stare straight at her.

Oh she’d really really done it this time. Now she had to run.