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[edgeofyourseat]

It's late at night in LA and Laney is up to no good, as usual.

He hasn't tried hooking again since the latest disaster; first he wants to see if stealing will work any better. So he found himself a nice deserted toy store, picked the lock, and opened the cash register with a crowbar.

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[tofightinjustice]

There's a shadow outside the window.

And then there's not.

[edgeofyourseat]

He notices.

Probably a good time to get out of there, he decides, and does.

[tofightinjustice]

Nobody's outside the back door.

But just before he reaches the mouth of the alley, someone speaks in the shadows.

"One scar wasn't enough?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Why," he asks, grinning, "you planning to give me another one?"

[tofightinjustice]

"Are you planning on fighting me?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"I dunno. Will it be fun?"

He doesn't really look ready for a fight; he's smiling, not even trying to look for her, the crowbar dangling idly from his hand.

[tofightinjustice]

"No," flatly.

She'd behind him now.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Okay," he says cheerfully, and starts walking away.

[tofightinjustice]

A strong, slim, gloved hand wraps around his wrist.

[edgeofyourseat]

He glances back at her inquiringly.

[tofightinjustice]

Girl in a ski mask and a lot of black, a little shorter than him, presumably familiar from that time he got shot in the face.

"Put back what you stole," she snarls.

[edgeofyourseat]

"...Why?"

[tofightinjustice]

"You don't need it," she accuses. "They do."

[edgeofyourseat]

"...Do you have magical poverty detection powers?" he wonders.

[tofightinjustice]

She yanks him back down the alley and swings him around to put him up against the wall.

"Give it back."

[edgeofyourseat]

His eyelashes flutter.

"Make me," he suggests.

[tofightinjustice]

"I don't have to. The police will."

[edgeofyourseat]

Immediately, he tenses. But he tries to hide it.

"Aww," he says, putting on a disappointed look, "and last time you were so nice about that part."

[tofightinjustice]

"Give. It. Back."

[edgeofyourseat]

He hesitates.

"...And you won't call the cops?"

[tofightinjustice]

"No need to."

[edgeofyourseat]

It makes him want to squirm in a very not-awesome way, but the fact of the matter is, he doesn't really need the cash and he kind of does need to stay out of major trouble for at least another week.

"Okay," he mutters, suddenly uncomfortable. "Fine."

[tofightinjustice]

She eyes him through the mask for a moment, then steps back to watch him.

[edgeofyourseat]

He hooks the crowbar over his shoulder to get it out of the way, then trudges back to the store and opens the door again. It's even easier the second time.

[tofightinjustice]

Oh look, he's being shadowed!

As it were.