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"In the end
As my soul's laid to rest
What is left of my body
Or am I just a shell?"

The job is decent, all in all. Basically be a girl-Friday for a millionaire. There are worse jobs. It came with benefits, it came with days off (although those have become kind of a rarity, the better she becomes at her job) The perks are cool, her clothing allowance went through the roof. Something about dressing less like a punk rocker and more like an 'office punk rocker' - or something. Read more... )
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Cranking the tunes in her boss's car.

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Headin' out with the boss tonight for sake bombs and raw fish. I'll bite. It's better than staying home and watching reruns of Big Bang Theory. Besides, I might be able to talk him into going up to karaoke!

And also, he's buying.
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I'm back. No one can keep me down. No one.
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"You heard me Tony."

"I did, but I'm not certain that I believe you. Of all the things that you could have for your seventeenth birthday, you want that?"

"A woman. For the night, the whole night. Someone about my size and shape. Only with blonde - no - red. Red hair? Yes, red hair. And I want you to get her for me."


"Yes, I'm serious. Absolutely." She twisted around from where she was sitting at her vanity and brushing her hair. The short white silk dress showed off her long legs as she preened for his eyes. She watched as his eyes traveled from the bright red of her toenails all the way up to where the tan skin met white silk.  The heat and intensity on his face could be felt from where she was sitting and it gave her a delicious shiver down her back.  Liz knew he enjoyed looking at her just as much as she enjoyed giving him something to watch. "She can be older, of course. Um, mid-twenties maybe. And experienced in both men and women, and everything that goes with that. And good, she's got to be good at it too."

She turned back, began brushing her hair again as her eyes stared at his face in the mirrored glass.

"And Tony? I want three more things for my birthday." She couldn't tell if he was being simply patient with her, or whether he was truly amused.

"And what might those be, pet?"

"One, she needs to be clean. Two, she needs to be discrete."

"And three?" He prompted when she fell silent.

"Three? You have to sit there and watch us, but you can't touch until we say that you can."

"... I can agree to that."

She gave a smile as angelic as her eyes were wicked. "I thought you could."
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"Holy...!"  Liz sat back, away from the library computer screen and glanced furtively to the left and right.  Good, no one seemed to hear or care about her verbal outburst.  With another look around the room and a swift look up at the clock, the teen pulled her chair closer to the computer screen to view the online photo and read the words beneath it.  <lj-cut>

Yes, that was him alright.  Warren Peace.  Son of Baron Battle himself, and hadn't Liz heard some of Tony's people mention that name once or twice a long time ago?  Baron Battle's son.  Well, when he said his father was in the slammer, he was right about that.  Three consecutive life sentences, damn. 

Son of a master villain and a "A super hero  Of course, this just keeps getting better and better."  Great, just great.  So, did he take after his father or his mother?  By the sound their conversations together, he might have taken after his mom more than his dad, but she couldn't be sure.  "So where does that put me?"  She continued to read, and then began doing research into Warren's fathers' history as well.

Shit.  Liz closed the window, and deleted the recent history, wiping the computer clean of any passwords, cookies and pages she'd opened in her search, then wiping the keyboard and screen clean of her fingerprints with a tissue.  Maybe she could tell him that she wasn't feeling well tonight, make an excuse for him not to come over.  He'd been doing that lately, coming in for early morning coffee or late night talk. 

'I can't tell him the truth' she thought to herself, gathering up her notebooks and making certain her area was clean before heading out the library door.  'What the hell do I say?  No Warren, it's not the fact that your dad's a villain and a murderer that has me scared.  It's the fact that your mom's a superhero.  Superheroes do superhero stuff like catching badguys.  Badguys like casino and museum thieves.  Like me.'

"But that isn't exactly fair to him."  Or her either for that matter.  He was someone she was actually growing to like.  A real man - boy - guy her own age who liked her just for who she was, or rather, who she tried to be.  And it was easier actually, having him around.  She didn't get the urge to go out and test herself against security systems , didn't get that itch for an illegal adrenaline rush by pitting herself against bank safeguards or PTZ infrared cameras, security guards.  She actually enjoyed simply being normal for a change.  Enjoyed being with him.  

'What the hell do I do?' she tried to come up with an answer as she strolled home in the early evening light.  Confessing was out of the question. 

Best bet?  Do nothing for now, except for watch and be aware.  Hero or villain, Warren just made her life a whole hell of a lot more complicated.  'I knew he was trouble when he was standing outside my door.  Knew he was trouble when he was standing in my living room in that tight leather jacket.  I knew it, and I knew it, and what the hell am I going to do now?


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Elizabeth Silver

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