A smirk moved across her face when he asked why everyone keeps saying he looked like a wanna-be Batman. Well it was true! Running around in that cheesy outfit and with some dorky name of a city she’s never heard of. Couldn’t be that important of a city if the name doesn’t cross her mind, “Big city dude, lots of people leave and lots of people come back. Don’t expect everyone to know your name Mister [i]‘Nightwing’[/i].” She said his name with a great amount of sarcasm as she did air quotes as she spoke. Obviously she wasn’t buying his whole get-up and let’s face it, she wasn’t going to buy his stating that the business belonged to a evil man. As far as she was concerned, this Nightwing guy was more of a bad man than her father could ever try to be.

“Aw…” She said as Jared got to his feet and was again bombarded by questions from the man in a cheesy costume, “Looks like someone wants to play detective.” She said in a cooing voice before looking back at Jared, her eyes filled with pity as he coward in fear. Abbie on the other hand, had no intention on cowering. Did it have to do with her tipsiness… well that was probably help, but it wasn’t all. Abbie’s been rather fearless her whole life; it takes a lot to get this young woman scared; but don’t you dare break her nail, she will break your face.

When he turned to her and began to ask her questions, she stepped between the masked man and the driver in an attempt to make it clear that this guy wasn’t going to get anywhere near the driver. “Listen buddy, hop on your little bike there and head on home. I do know Jared because sometimes it’s the driver that gets sent from the dispatcher and no, I don’t know the dispatchers last name nor where the dispatcher is located and I’m obviously not in a state to remember the first name so don’t ask. But I will ask you a question Mister [i]‘Nightwing’[/i], do I need to call the cops or are you going to get your ass back on the bike and leave? Those are your options at this point because I will [b]not[/b] allow you to harass a man who’s just trying to do his job!” With that she reached into her bra and pulled out her phone (yeah, it’s kind of normal for girls to do) and unlocked it with a single hand; like most girls her age, she was phone skilled and dialing 9-1-1 was not something that goes untaught to young women in the big city.