Chapter Text
"Well, that's new," a petite dark hair woman spoke with indifference as she stared at the two masked figures a few feet in front of her.
One was thin. A silver hockey mask covering his face. Long black hair pushed back by the edges of the mask. He held a matching silver hockey stick up defensively, as if at any moment he'd be ready to play. On his back some sort of backpack was strapped and from it, peaked out over his head, were various other sports equipment. The other was about the same height, easily twice as wide at the shoulders, judging by thickness of his body. Every inch of him was covered. If the occasional glints from the lamp post just behind her were anything to go by, it was all metal.
Just a moment before she had been walking, when, as she walked in front of the start of an alley way a man came at her and grabbed her. He practically tackled her to him as he watched the two figures who had come up shortly behind him.
"Stay back!" yelled the voice behind her.
"Really? Right in my ear? They're like six feet away. I think they can hear ya," she snapped out sarcastically.
The firmer press of cold metal on her neck made her roll her eyes. A thick arm sneaked around the front of her waist and pulled her roughly back into a solid, warm chest. From deep in his chest there was a growl as if warning her to try something again.
"Listen pal," started the slimmer masked person in front of her, he lowered the hockey stick in his right hand slightly and took a hesitant step forward.
"I'll shoot her!" The man yelled again making her roll her eyes even harder.
The larger masked figure let out a soft chuckle. The steel pulled away slightly. The chest puffed out and pressed firmer against her back. She could tell he felt confused from the way hitch in his breath sounded. Quickly, her hands shot up to pull the arm holding the gun away from her. Head slammed back into his chin. He stumbled a step back, the space allowing her to turn enough to slam her elbow into his throat. The guy was on the ground coughing an instance later.
"So you can do your thing now or whatever." She said to her masked "saviors" as she kicked the gun away from the coughing man.
The hockey stick guy cleared his throat, "right" he whispered before fetching the gun.
"So for a lil' thing ya sure know how to defend yerself," the shiny guy spoke as he zip tied the would-be assailant.
"I like luring men into a false sense of security. Easier to catch them off their guard," a wink sent his way when he glanced back over to her.
"No shit," hockey stick said. "You live around here?" He asked, pulling up the hockey mask.
"How else would I know how to do that?" She chuckled.
Both men chuckled as well. The big guy glances up from his squat next to the man that was now tied up and takes in the woman.
"Don't s'pose ya'd appreciate someone walking ya home?" The big guy asked.
She smiles up at him as he stands up and all but swaggers over towards her all three ignoring the man on the ground who's trying desperately to scream out profanities, but his voice sounds soft and bruised.
"I'm fairly certain that regardless of my answer one of ya are gonna be following to make sure I'm alright, right, Big Guy?"
Hockey mask had stepped away and was talking on the phone, spilling out the cross streets that they stood near. His mask pulled up enough to reveal his chin and part of his mouth.. The other guy rubbing his hand against the back of his neck to at least appear bashful at being accused of good intention stalking.
"I appreciate a guy who knows his way around tying, but I require dinner first," she winked at him again as the other guy walked back over, his mask pulled back down to cover his face.
"Uhhh, lady, I don't think 'm your type." The big guy replied as he squared his shoulders.
She laughed, a wide smile on her. "You can cover every inch of skin, Big Guy, but not that energy. The most attractive I've felt in awhile." With another wink she took some steps back, bowed slightly saying "I'll see you around boys."
With a natural twist on her heels she began walking away, throwing up a hand with a short wave as she went.
"Damn, she's hot, Raph," Hockey mask spoke when she was no longer in ear shot. "Should have introduced ya'self, man. A girl doesn't flirt like that with just anyone."
"Come on, Case," Raph spoke as he moved towards the fire escape near them after making sure the gun was out of reach yet visible for the cops to see.
"Man, I'm just saying, have some fun when you can," Case said once he was on top of the roof next to his friend. "Leo doesn't have ta know every time ye'r seen."
They leaned over the edge, watching the woman walk past two buildings. Jumping to the next building, they continued to watch as she turned at the corner and walk into a building across the street from them.
"No point in getting my hopes up," Raph spoke out roughly once they saw a light on the side of the building they could just barely see. He sprinted away shortly afterward.
"Would be good for ya guys to make some friends."
It took longer than usually for her to walk the short distance to her apartment from where she just was. Her steps, while precise, were slower than her usually pace. If anyone who realised had asked her why she was walking so differently she would have just brushed it off as enjoying the cool autumn air after a brief brush with death.
No way was she going to tell anyone that she was trying to see if she could still feel the eyes of the men that hand so willing tried to come to her rescue. Nor would she admit that she liked the way the big one felt when, she thinks, he was looking at her. It was like a wave of energy rushing towards her and pulling her in, hot and calm all at once.
"Oh fuck," she whispered out when her foot hit the asphalt as she began to cross the street. "I actually said that to him."
Reaching a building, she half glanced up behind her as she opened the front door. Seeing two silhouettes on the building across the street. She smiled to herself at being right at her assumption that they'd follow. It left her stomach feeling all fluttery. She feel asleep an hour later, all cozy in her bed, and hoping that she does meet at least one of them again.