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[indent][indent][indent]Bex kept her opinion to herself when [i]Chippendales[/i] popped back. She was here to try to be a part of the team, and he seemed to be the ringleader of this mission. So, she just smirked, mumbling something about his excitement on the male stripper comparison being the same as a chain-smoking, slot-loving Vegas 60-something. Only they thought that “Thunder from Down Under” was something to be impressed by. Bex wasn’t. It was more that she didn’t care for shows of men taking off their clothes but come on—have some Australian pride. She did. Whatever that meant.

Her eyes flitted over the screens and saw herself on a few of the monitors, in pure She Devil fashion. She then fixated on the ones with her other new partner—the one with the sword. [b]Demonslayer[/b]. Yeah, Bex liked that name as much as she liked to chew ice chips. Her attention went back to the mission at hand. They were infiltrating the circus. Not interested in giving grubby carnival-lovers a free show, she was fine with just handling the lights. People needed to pay money to see Bex Minogue—and not in some garish, sequined hot mess parading around on stage. She’d leave that to [i]Chippendales[/i] and the [i]Bleh-le-bubbies[/i]. Hm. That insult was a little too try-hard. She’d have to workshop it.[/indent][/indent][/indent][url=https://youtu.be/vXoWg08pwiQ][img]https://i.imgur.com/H7XzAdH.png[/img][/url][indent][indent][indent]Bex wasn’t wearing all white to a circus. So, [url=https://i.imgur.com/r4FCnxW.jpg]she swiftly changed[/url], having kicked her stuff into a temporary corner. That was probably for the best, considering they were headed to Gotham. A place where no one should be surprised that Batman goes around unseen. Crime could have easily been measured like one does with smog. But it probably did a lot better job of rotting you from the outside in. 

She glanced around as they entered, crinkling her nose up at the smell. Porta-potties, fried food, and the unwashed masses—only one appealed to her. Her phone softly dinged, and she fished it out of her back pocket. Bex never brought a purse, anywhere. Yet, she was distracted from seeing who messaged her when she felt a carnival heckler hone in on her. She angled the brim of her hat at the man by the strength tester. Her brow rose, not that he would see or know why.

Bex smiled wildly. [color=#d02b3b]“Yeah, come on, babe. Get me one of those stuffed animals. [i]Pwease~[/i]”[/color] Her inflection went from its usual sardonic tone to that of a love interest in a teenage drama show. [color=#d02b3b]“I could never do it on my own.”[/color]  She figured the hot assassin-boy would probably roll his eyes at her, but she was told to play nice. What was nicer than pretending to be someone’s girlfriend? 

She checked her text message about that time. Her lips twisted. [color=#d02b3b]𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝙴𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 u.[/color] She texted back.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
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