@gcdisms liked x for a starter.
It doesn’t escape Mary’s notice that the two cops she had just slipped two wads of cash had hit the end of the block and decided to accost the blue-haired kid on some weak loitering claim. Feeling emasculated, she thinks, a smirk curling the corner of her mouth, and tosses what’s left of her cigarette into the cold slush in the gutter.
“Better things to do, officers?” Her voice is perfectly pleasant, ringing out over the sound of Gotham’s late night traffic; overhead a familiar symbol burns on the clouds. “Like what I fucking asked?”








