EasilyAmused

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

"Alright Dick..." Abbie couldn't help but speak a bit shyly at this statement. Well, she could think of quite a few people would kill to be in her position right now. Hearing the newest billionaire in Gotham refer to her as a friend was surprising and envious to most people who were at the party. A bright smile moved across her full lips as she took back the drink, she even opened her mouth to say something back to him only to have her breath to speak cut off by the arrival of a new individual.

Her caramel gaze moved to the new person talking to them. People of the press knew about Doctor Hugo Strange and there was a mixed impression on his ideas and the things that went on at the Asylum. Abbie had mixed feelings about it; she liked that the villains caught by Batman was put behind bars far away from the citizens of Gotham but... Well she didn't quite trust Doctor Strange and what his ideals were, along with the functionality of the Asylum. Or so she's heard; she hasn't gone there to see for herself and she has no motivation to do so!

What she didn't expect was to be treated like she was invisible as the Doctor stared down poor Dick. It didn't take long before she was half way done with the drink and was grabbed gently by her arm. As they moved through the crowd she noticed a lot of turned heads and glares from women. "So, you owe me a dance huh?" She repeated with a cheeky grin. "It's alright Dick, if you hadn't found an excuse I would have gotten you away from him; you looked uncomfortable. I hate to say this but you'll find that a lot more often in Gotham now-a-days. Weird people doing even more weird things seems to be more common these days." Her brows pushed together in thought; the first person that crossed her mind was that weirdo on the motorcycle last night... Nightfang or something...

She was broken from her thoughts as someone tapped her on the shoulder. Her head turned to see the event coordinator behind her. The woman leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Confusion moved across as she looked up at the lady. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah miss..."

"Say no more, there's an ATM across the street I'll get the rest and make a phone call tomorrow."

"At least it's not that much right?" The woman said in a joking tone with a shrug and Abbie nodded in agreement.

"By the way, there is a gentleman walking around in a white coat with a grey beard and tinted glasses with a bald head; can you politely escort him from the property."

"I shall miss, when you get the funds just let me know."

"I will thank you." With that the woman left to find Doctor Strange and her attention turned to Dick. "Hold that thought," She said with a grin as she moved passed him; "I have to run across the street then I'll be back. Then you can cash in that dance." She said with s joking tone and winked at him before turning and walking towards the exit.

Oswald Cobblepot stared down at the party from the one way mirror in his office. The woman who had just approached Abbie wondered into the office. "Are you sure she's his daughter?" The dirty look from Mister Cobblepot said that he was before he looked back down at the crowd. "She will be great leverage to us against him." Oswald said with a grin across his face, "Mister Dent needs to realize that while I am a business man, I am out to make a living in more that just a petty night club. What better way to get him to agree to my terms then to show his daughter a good time?" The event planner merely smirked and watched as three men snaked through the crowd to follow Abbie out the door. Doctor Strange being escorted out a different door at the same time.

Lucky for Abbie, the streets were claim and there were few people in sight. So her adventure across the street wasn't anything out of the ordinary until she got to the ATM. Slipping her debit card inside, she punched in her number and waited for the cash to fall out. A moment's glance at the mirrors above showed the three men approaching and upon turning around she found the men on her, and what happened next you would have to be there to believe.

One jumped at her, she dodged with a graceful spin before bringing her elbow back with a force; hitting him in the back of his right rib cage. The other came forward arms straight to find her pushing his arms apart with hers and giving him a swift punch to the gut. As he fell forward she swung an uppercut to his face causing him to stumble backwards and be unsure of where he should hold in pain.

The third guy thought coming up behind her would be the best option, but before he could get his arms around her neck in an attempt to choke her out; she grabbed him by his arm and bent forward throwing him over her back and knocking the wind out of him. The first man to come at her was on his feet and to her again; he was met with a swift high heeled kick to the chest. Surprisingly enough, he caught her foot before the impact could hit. Smirking at her, he was met with a smirk on return and the blonde jumped, spinning her body and kicking him in the face using him as her balance for her other foot. He dropped to the ground letting her go.

The second man was the only on left standing staring at the seemingly defenseless blonde. She stood, fists at the ready before she opened her palm and flagged for him to come at her. "Bring it." She said in a teasing voice. The man decided against it and took off running.

Standing upright, Abbie dusted herself off and turned, opening up the little protective case and took out the three hundred dollars she owed on the rental and stepped on each of the men in order to get to the road, which she crossed with ease and re-entered the building.

The event coordinator seemed shocked to see the blonde finding her way towards her. Abbie placed the money in the woman's hand and smiled, "I'm pretty quick huh?" She said with a laugh, "is there anything else you need?"

"No Miss Dent, that was it... Thank you." The coordinator said with a nod and a smile.

Abbie returned the look and turned back to look at the crowd, her hands on her hips. "This is a good night." With that she wondered back into the crowd leaving the coordinator stunned.

Although Abbie wanted to visit more with Dick, because he seemed like such a neat guy, she was pretty sure that more people than herself (and Doctor Strange) would be interested in speaking to him. She mentally shrugged to herself; they were bound to run into each other sooner or later and if he wanted he could always find her.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

A heartfelt laugh left Abbie's full glossy pink lips as she shook her head, "Don't go diva on me just yet. I'd rather you not dump a drink on someone's head because they looked at you funny at your first outing. Trust me, even though these people have money, it doesn't mean they're not nice individuals. Okay well..." She drug out the words as they walked, "A few of them aren't that pleasant but they mean well even if their comments come across as harsh."

His complement made her grin as she bumped him lightly with her elbow. "You clean up pretty good yourself. But don't let it go to your head Mister Greyson, the last thing I need is some diva billionaire at my party." With that she gave him a playful wink before turning to look at the available menu.

His request to be behind the bar surprised both the bartender and the blonde as he pealed himself out of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Leaning up against the bar top, she folded her arms along the top and watched the show. Her caramel eyes expanded as she watched him juggle the bottoms with an unexpected skill. Blonde eyebrows rose as he handed her the drink. Her small hand wrapped around the glass while he came around the bar back to the front. "You're failing that trying to go the 'diva' route Mister Greyson. Keep up the good work." She said with a grin as she brought the drink up to her full lips and sipped it.

Again she found her eyes expanding before she turned her caramel gaze up to him. "Wow! So you were once a bartender and now a billionaire. Prey tell, what were you in between? Do you have any other talents you want to share?" With that she held up her hand, "Keep it modest though, we are in public." She said with a small laugh as she offered him the drink, "Do you want to at least try your creation? It's good."

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

When their hands broke apart, she put them behind her back and laced her fingers together. His comment about it being a policial party she couldn't help but laugh. Her voice ranging through the garden sounding of bells and happiness before she shot him a bright charming smile. "If it was a policial party I was attempting to drag you to, I'd be a lot more inconspicuous about it. And I hate policits so there's no need to fear of that from me. As a matter of fact I'd probably drive a good escape car if it's ever needed."

Looking over her shoulder at her car, she looked back at him with an expression of amazement. "Why thank you Mister Greyson, most people like to give me guff about the color. You're too kind, don't lose that. It's a rare trait in this city lately." Nodding she took a few steps back, "Good bye Mister Greyson, hopefully I'll see you around. And please, call me Abbie." With that and a grin she turned and started back to her car. Now time to fall into the group of people she really didn't like... The press.

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Abbie was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and dark blue jeans, her hair tied together into a long blonde braid with a large flower in the back and oversize glasses on the bridge of her noise. Her assignment was to work with one of the other reporters who was attending the first press meeting with the new Wayne Industries billionaire. Little did anyone know, the dorky looking blonde had already speak to him in the morning.

She clicked her camera in the front row, she typically didn't have to worry about the press bothering her. Most of them didn't know why she had money so they never really cared or paid attention to her when she was around. Even the people at work knew her name but never put two and two together; with the few other 'Dent's in the city no one really knew; and they probably didn't care.

Mister Greyson seemed to stumble over his words and she couldn't help but grin as she pulled the camera up to her face and went back to snapping photos. He wasn't used to this life; and this was his first time that he had to make a public speech to be an important person. It was cute, almost like a new born horse learning how to walk. He knew what to say he just wasn't sure exactly how to say it. She had to remember whenever she'd talk to a large group to breathe and it seemed like he was reminding himself of it as well. How cute.

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Night fall draped over Gotham like a thick blanket and the Iceberg Lounge was bouncing with loud music and even louder people. Laughter and chatter rang through the open lounge area. People wondered the floor and ways between the iced themed tables and chairs carrying trays. About forty or fifty people in the large building talking and laughing.

The blonde moved through the crowd, greeted by everyone she passed. She informed them that everything, food and drinks, were covered but encouraged tipping if someone was going a good job. Abbie had arrived before everyone else to make sure that things were in order and the club did, indeed, deliver on a beautiful set up and great food!

Even though she had no intention on getting drunk she chose to use the limo company to get her there and most likely take her home... So long as some masked moron doesn't stop her car again... Don't stress about it, she reminded herself, it's over and done with. Just some weird guy in a costume and Jared wasn't hurt so, whatever. She mentally shrugged before she was pulled into more hugs of hellos and friendly conversations that just caused her to laugh.

Tonight she had chosen another blue dress to match the scenery. The icy blue floor length halter top dressed hugged her form beautifully and her white high heels matched her white necklace and bracelet; she had a fashion sense and liked to show it. Stepping away from the last person that grabbed her to talk she saw the doors open and a handsome familiar man walk in. Getting through the crowd to him was a bit of a challenge but she made it. "Hello Mister Greyson, the press is in the back in a dark room locked with a padlock. They won't bother you tonight. Just don't get mad if some photographers take photos; I hired some people so I could make a collection of people wanted it." She said with a nod. Her caramel eyes twinkling as much as the glitter around her eyes. "Do you want a drink? The bartenders are incredibly talented." She said with a grin before offering him her arm. Tonight should be a fun night!

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

God, what company was his from and how much was it to have him work for you? Wow! She did her best to hold back a shocked look and covered it with a sweet and bright smile. Upon hearing that he would go get the master of the estate, she found herself looking around and admiring the gardening work and the flowers. Man, this place was gorgeous. Maybe she should talk to her dad about purchasing a place out in the country outside of town. Wow, just wow.

Her head turned back to the door to see that it opened to reveal the same man in the doorway. His cheesy joke caught her by surprise and her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. "I feel like I walked into that one." She admitted, another peo-talk would be nice right now. "Sorry about that." Her voice was filled with admitted embarrassment before she brought her hands from behind her back, in her left hand was the envelope and the right extended to him. "I'm Abigail Dent, but please call me Abbie." She then brought up the envelope that said "You're invited" on the front. "I'm having a party tonight and I wanted to personally invite you. If you have the time and want to meet some of the local people you're more than welcome to attend."

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

It was natural for Abbie to feel protective over people. It was only ironic that she had to feel that way around someone who looked like they were trying to be a superhero and yet, here they were picking on a poor limo driver off of a hunch he got. His methods weren’t exactly normal or nice; then again neither was Batman’s but at least Batman had the decency not to go after the citizens of Gotham. She watched him pull out the device and before she could do anything, her phone’s screen went black. Her mouth dropped open as she looked down at her phone then back to him. Though her phone was disconnected, she kept herself between the man and her driver; she wasn’t going to let something happen to poor Jared, he had done nothing wrong.

Glaring at him as he walked back to the bike and climbed on; this guy was a jerk. Hopefully Batman would catch him soon and put him in his place. Turning back to Jared she made sure he was alright and even offered to drive the limo back to her house before he took it back to the shop. Agreeing he was fine, she climbed back into the backseat and placed her head in her hands. What a night…

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Abbie was up early the next morning despite being out so late. Her long awaited moment to knock on the new billionaire’s door was today and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her. The beautiful sunny day brought her pep in her step as she slipped into an orange sundress and matching high heeled sandals. Typically she was okay with being short but let’s face it, five foot five inches isn’t exactly the tallest for women. So a good two in heel always made her feel better; at least, she liked to think that.

Plucking one of her last invites from her dining room table, she picked up a pin and wrote in a special little note, I look forward to getting to know you. If you want someone to show you around Gotham let me know, I love meeting new people. Best Wishes, Abbie She didn’t bother writing her last name considering it was on the invitation already. Her handwriting was loopy and bubbly much like her personality and her signature was graceful and beautiful. Nodding to her work she slipped the card into an envelope after attaching her cell phone number and started out the door.

The drive to the Wayne Manor was a beautiful one. She had never been up there before but if you lived in Gotham you’d know exactly where it was. Her purple Lamborghini sports car was something she had grown to love, for the time being; mainly because it was her favorite color and it looked sleek and drove like a very fast dream! The car zipped through the back roads of Gotham before driving a respectable pace onto the estates grounds. Her radio was on, consistently interrupted by news reports of the new person taking over Wayne Enterprises. Richard Grayson, soon to be one of the biggest names in town; this was far from surprising and an invitation to a party where a lot of well-known people would be wouldn’t be a bad starter for him. Mingling is the key to success and it’s all about the people you know in this town and Abbie knew quite a bit of them.

Climbing out of the car, the blonde ran her fingers through her hair and checked her makeup in the reflection of the clean car. “Clean, presentable, a little sundress to brighten the day, white smile and perky attitude.” She said to herself in the reflection. “You got this---go gettum tiger.” She said giving herself a playful wink. Pep-talks were never a bad thing before going to do something you were completely nervous about.

Her walk to the main section of the house was a peaceful one. The flowers were fresh and blooming, birds were singing and the sun was out at this beautiful 10am time. She didn’t really expect much when she knocked on the door, she expected a butler or a maid when she would just hand off the invitation and be gone; but that didn’t stop her from dressing nicely in fitting sleek light weight dress. So lost in the scenery she actually had her back to the door. The view from the front door alone overlooked Gotham city in all of its glory. Today the buildings were buzzing, businesses were bouncing and people were mingling, but that didn’t stop the sight of the city to be breathtaking. She found herself wondering what the view looked like a night as she brushed some straight blonde hair back from her face; it took her a moment to realize that the door opened behind her and when she snapped back into reality, she turned with a sense of grace.

“Excuse me, I got lost in the view; it’s spectacular.” She said innocently before realizing that the view in front of her was just as shocking and breathtaking. Holy hell where can she hire a butler who looks like this?! “Is the Master of the estate available?” She asked politely with a charming smile across her full lips as she tucked some blonde hair behind her right ear. “I won’t take up too much of his time if he has any to spare.”

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

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 ‘Nightwing’.” 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 ‘Nightwing’, 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 not 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.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

When going out to pubs around Gotham, there is one other thing women do aside from drinking and that’s dancing; and Abbie was no exception. She was tipsy, enjoying herself and danced the night away. Her hair was a mess; nearly frizzy and almost sticking straight out while her makeup was smudged around her face and her lipstick was smeared across her lips. Even in her state she knew how horrible she looked from drenching herself in sweat by busting a move to the music the night had provided for her.

Pull her compact mirror out of her purse she looked at herself and laughed. “Oh my god I look like I’m wearing a horribly painted mask!” She said with a laugh, talking to herself since the window connecting her to the driver was rolled up. She laughed hard at her little joke, almost too hard to be exact. She felt herself snort a bit at her own joke and slapped her hand over her mouth, her caramel eyes wide in surprise as her face flushed red. Shaking her head, she put the compact back into her purse and settled back into the seat. Tonight was a good night. She couldn’t complain…

Reaching up, she rolled down the suppurating window to ask Jared how his wife and kids were doing, only to catch the end of his feet being drug out the window. “What the--?” The young woman placed her bag down on the seat next to her and pressed her face up against the window. A man in a black outfit was pushing his boot into the head of the driver. That wasn’t something Batman could do, who was this punk!?

Flinging the door open she climbed out of the back seat and before she could stop herself from any actions or speech she reacted. Closing the distance in the short limbo she spun and brought up her leg. With a rather unexpected grace and balance for someone who’s rather tipsy she made contact with the side of her shoe covered foot into the man’s chest; giving just enough momentum from her kick to force him back a bit. “Whoa buddy!” She said catching herself as she planted her foot back on the ground and held up her hands. “Why don’t you back the fuck off and take a hike. Attacking an innocent driver, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

That was until she looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow she focused back on his face. “You look like some wanna-be Batman; just an fyi pal, Batman doesn’t attack innocent people. Leave that to the villains alright?” With that she backed up to Jared and, without taking her eyes off of the masked weirdo, reached down and began to help the poor and rather shocked middle aged driver to his feet.

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Nikki pushed her bottom lip out in more of a pout, batting her long eyelashes up at him wanting him to agree to let her go. At his wording of calling her beautiful she raised an eyebrow ever-so-slightly at him before letting it drop and she couldn’t help but smirk when he mentioned that she could easily take out the ship. Her chocolate gaze flicked to crew who seemed to jump slightly, realizing that while she played innocent and batted her eyes; she really could take them all out if she wanted to… or at least that’s what they’re led to believe. Funny how wrong they were. She wasn’t capable taking out this many people and they could easily out number her. But they didn’t need to know that.

What she didn’t expect was for Quill to lift her up and put her over his shoulders. She lay against him, not fighting it and groaned slightly, as if this was common treatment but it really wasn’t. Though she found it exciting to know that he could pick her up with such ease! Being swung around was a new experience for her as the group left and came back and left again. The Ravagers agreeing to help them take out the other Mercs! This was quite a day. Upon their arrival back on the ship, after Quill put her down she turned to Rocket. “What was that about?” She asked gesturing towards the ship as they walked deeper into their ship. “Just putting on a good show.” He answered simply before picking up his pace away from her still feeling like it was a victory.

Shaking her head she rolled her eyes and looked down at the bracelets on her wrists. “These are very pretty Gamora…”

“Thanks, I’ve had them for a while. You can keep them if you’d like but you need to have them on the next time that we encounter the Ravagers.”

“The only ironic thing will be to if they think I’m too dangerous or have the ability to get away I’m not going to be any use while taking out the Mercs.” She looked over her shoulder at Quill as they got into the meeting room/kitchen area. “Unless Quill can work his magic to get them to agree to let me help.” She said with a nod and a grin to him.

“What about a bounty…?” Rocket begin as he climbed into a chair.

A laugh left Nikki, “You haven’t been on the other side of the galaxy recently have you?” She chuckled leaning against one of the chairs. “The Talons are well known throughout the far side of the galaxy and even the Novas are after them. I don’t know what the bounty count is but I can tell you that bounty does list as ‘dead or alive’. The Novas don’t really care one way or another as long as they’re out of the way. That’s something the Ravagers and the Novas have in common.” A smile curled her full lips showing her straight white teeth, “You wanna talk about a bounty? Even getting only thirty percent we’ll be pretty comfortable for a while.” Standing back upright she stretched her arms into the air before letting her arms fall to her sides before turning to face Quill.

“So I’ll go check what the bounty is, sound good?”

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

“Good evening dad.” A young woman’s voice said in her flat in the downtown area of Gotham. Brushing some blonde hair from her face she moved through her flat rustling through a few articles of clothing throwing them over her shoulder and onto the bed, debating what to wear tonight. “How’s work going?”

“It’s going well kiddo,” Her father’s voice rang through her phone and caused her to smile. “Work’s been rather busy though. Did you hear the news?” It wasn’t very often that her father took time for work to call her, but she enjoyed hearing from her dad. He was a hard worker and they rarely got to spend time together, but that never stopped them from talking. “Wayne industries finally have an heir…”, “Really?”, “Yes, the announcement is supposed to be made tomorrow but I’d imagine they’ve already moved into Wayne estates. It might be nice if you were to drop by and welcome them to the city tomorrow.”

“I was thinking the same thing!” She said with excitement in her voice, “I’m always up for looking for new friend! Can I… still throw that party tomorrow night? I reserved the Iceberg Lounge for the night, and I think it’s going to be the best location. I’m going to send out the invites tomorrow if that’s still okay…”

“Of course it is sweetheart.” Her father said with a grin on the other side. “Just put it on the family card and have a good time. But I think inviting the new person at Wayne Industries would be a great idea.”

“Sure I will dad; coming to a new city can be hard. Who better to show him around then me?”, “No one precious, I’ve got to go.”, “I love you dad I’ll talk to you later.” With that Abigail Dent turned off her phone and grabbed a blue dress and slipped it on.

The night took hold of Gotham City and the blonde ran out to the limbo waiting for her. Her father bought a cab company in town with about 18 service cars and 7 limos. Today Jared was driving her around, “Hello Jared!” The blonde said with a skip in her step as she shut the gate to the elevator and went to the car. “Thank you! A little bar hopping tonight.” With that and a grin she climbed inside.

Towards the end of the night, around 3am, the limbo picked Abbie up at her final bar. Stumbling out of the bar tipsy after a good night and had passed out many invites to the party. Lots of people jumped onboard to attend; she couldn’t wait to meet more people at the party and get to know more individuals. Climbing into the back of the limbo, she fought back some giggles as she sat in the back seat stretched out in the blue dress and played with her purchase; she was glad she wasn’t too drunk but being tipsy was fun. And it was a good night!

Robin Hood (EasilyAmused & Jones Sparrow)

There was a second conversation that went on in the car and that was Cassie begging for Marian not to tell Robert. ‘Please, I won’t do it again! I promise!’, ‘I have to tell him.’, ‘Then you’d have to tell him about how you shoved me in the car to escape from the police while Robin Hood beat the hell out of them.’, silence had filled the car as Marian took in her point. If she didn’t tell Robert the whole story then she might as well not tell him the story at all. The debate of whether to tell Robert the whole story or not lingered in her mind until the hand turned and the door opened.

Her blue eyes shot up to Robert as she listen to him fire off a million questions. Looking over at Cassie as Robert finished talking, she turned her attention back to him. “I nearly hit her with my car. The streets of New York City are incredibly dangerous. So I shoved her back in the car and brought her back.” Cassie was right, if Marian told Robert about the fact that they both knew and met Robin Hood, she’d have to deal with the backlash of him, who is currently trying to hunt down Robin Hood, and possibly more of Guy trying to talk to her about it. Plus Cassie most likely doesn’t even know that Robert’s on the Robin Hood case… he’s one of the last people Marian wanted to know that she had any sort of connection with Robin Hood.

“Look Cassie,” Marian said turning to face her. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her business card and a pen. “Here’s my cell number, if you want to run around New York City and not be with your uncle, call me instead.” With she handed the seventeen year old her business card with her cell number on it and shoved her inside the house before turning her attention to Robert.

She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind before closing it tightly. If she grilled him for questions, he might grill her for questions about why she had been gone for so many hours and when Marian found her and blah blah blah. If she lied to Robert, he’d most likely know or at least figure it out… “She’s fine. I didn’t actually hit her; just got my breaks changed recently so that’s’ good.” Pulling out her cell phone she opened up her contacts page and hit new; after typing in his name she looked up at him. “If Cassie’s going to make a habit of being out and about with you, I think it would be a good idea that I have your contact phone number in case I almost run over her again. What’s your number?” Here's that 'never in a million years' scenario playing out already. Funny how life changes so much.