Title: The bald man, the girl, and the man in a leather jacket
A/N: Set during the OYL hiatus.
The girl had knocked out the band, and the bald man they had been threatening took his chance and tried to run out of the alley.
A punch from nowhere sent him sprawling back, and then somebody in a leather jacket pushed him against a wall.
"You," said the girl. "You are alone."
The man smiled. "Perceptive, aren't you? And you are" - he gestured to his chest with his free hand- "out of uniform."
The girl nodded toward the bald man he was holding. "Why?"
The man in the leather jacket looked at her, seemingly weighting something in his mind. "When somebody pays ransom - what do the kidnappers do with the money?"
The girl frowned. "Spend?"
"Well, yes, my concise friend. But you cannot buy a house, or a yacht, with unmarked hundred dollar bills... although I think your experience with buying things for yourself might be somewhat limited."
She shrugged silently, and pointed again to the bald man. "He helps?"
"Yes. He is a particularly corrupt bank officer in a well-known bank with offices in Gotham, New York and the Channel; he complements his ill-earned salary providing financial services to the wrongdoing community of Gotham. If somebody was leaning on him, I'd bet you my last silver dollar that there is a kidnapping going on that he knows about."
The bald man gulped. "How... how do you know that?" The man holding him against the wall just moved his head slightly, until a shadow fell on half of his face.
The bald man found himself too terrified to scream. The girl approached them.
"Those things, " she said. "Teach me."
"I'm not a teacher," the man answered. "And I'm not him."
The girl just looked at him.
"Alright," he relented. "I could use an intern. Can you type?," he joked.
"Can't read." She felt it was appropriate to add to that statement. "Killed Shiva once."
The bald man fainted.
"Works for me," said the man in the leather jacket.