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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: The People’s Bank of Gotham, Gotham, New Jersey.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] & [color=33ff33]The Joker[/color]- [@Morose] and [color=yellow]Barbara Minerva//Cheetah[/color].
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	Nyt stood behind the uncle, niece, and the goons; only Barbara really noticed how nervous the alien was, how her skin turned clammy upon seeing all the carnage unfold before their eyes.  The memories of hearing glass break from the night at the Sanctuary made her twitch as they walked and the goons ordered the innocent people onto the ground.  The first blood that was spilled by the murderous lackeys made her nauseous and she fought the urge to puke as she tried to mutter ‘I’m so fucking sorry’ after each body that hit the ground, dead.  [i]How can we even get through this?[/i], she thought and jumped at the chance to find the sole purpose of their mission.
	As the young alien pressed herself up against cold, steel door of the vault, she drowned out the sounds of the disaster behind her.  Although she could hear the combination lock click perfectly whenever she hit the right number, her trembling fingers caused her to attempt it a few times before it finally wheezed open.  Barbara patted her comfortably on the shoulder, “[color=yellow]Good job, thief! Luckily, the Bat isn’t here ye—[/color]”
	“[b]I thought I told you to never to return to Gotham, Minerva[/b],” came a gruff voice in the dark corners of the room.  Immediately, the Cheetah hissed and her hair was visibly standing on their ends; Nyt froze in her place as she was midway packing the first duffel bag with the crispy fresh cash.
	“[color=FE2160]You just had to jinx us, didn’t you?[/color]” Nyt growled and the two worked in tandem to get the job done: Barbara threw the rest of the duffel bags at the alien who then closed the vault door so she could continue the job no matter what.  [i]I’ll have to tell her the combination if she makes it,[/i] she thought to herself and silently cursed her luck as she continued packing the bags as swiftly as her shaking hands would allow her.
	Barbara looked Batman up and down, a playful smirk returning to her lips.  She had forgotten just how handsome he was and realized he aged like wine, something she [i]deeply[/i] loved.  “[color=yellow]My, my, Bruce… How long has it been?[/color]”
	“[b]It was supposed to be “‘til never again”, remember?[/b]”  The two nemesis began to circle each other, obviously warming up for the battle that would inevitably ensue.  She only hoped the Joker didn’t have anything up his sleeve that would end the Bat’s life prematurely… at least until she got her last kiss from him, something she had been yearning for after all these years.