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“What now?” It was raining – it was always fucking raining in this godforsaken city – and Mary stretched a foot out from under the little rooftop alcove to test it. Her hands twisted against the stiff plasticuffs, feeling them cut in sharply but unable to help herself.
“What now, huh?” she repeated, and turned to glare up at the little Robin standing next to her. She had taken a seat on the concrete. Or rather, she had just dropped there, knees giving way, muscles shrieking from the hours of running. “We just wait for your daddy,” she sneered the word, making it a disease, “to come pick us up?”
Still scowling, she spat blood. No one had hit her, but she’d bit the dirt a while back and the metal taste still stung in her mouth. “Fuck you, anyway.”













