after my naruto story got deleted I think I'm gonna do something different. I'm gonna try some one shots here
heads up, they will most likely result in some 18+ so just to warn you
A/n: I know that parkour-ist isn't a thing, I just didn't want the title to be longer than it already is Action! 📣
You walk through the streets of Gotham, if you use the term walk loosely, the truth is...walking has always been mundane and boring. You'd rather take alternative routes. And that's what you did since you were 4 years old. Hopping across the beams, jumping from place to place. Of course you fell, but kids can take a pounding compared to adults who get injured just getting out of bed.
You never really dated because...well..."walking" someone home wasn't really your style, who needs a car when you can jump over traffic, and in this overpopulated city, you can get around a lot faster than any car.
(Random ass University)
You walk through the halls of honesty who cares University, you get paged to come to the counselors office and everyone acts like they're still in middle school because...college is literally just a real expensive daycare. Then you meet someone you didn't expect...
Y/n: um hello...miss...uh...
Barbara: Minerva....Barbara Minerva...
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Y/n: riiiight... So why did you call me here?
Y/n mind: something is wrong, why are her ears pointy? And where is counselor Helga?
Barbara: the truth is, I want you to come to this location
She hands you a card with an address in print.
Y/n: this is in the red light slums, that's a dangerous part of town
Barbara: you scared?
Y/n: of course, I'm not stupid Risking my neck for nothing isn't my style
She unbuttons her top a little smirking as you start blushing while she pulls out a wad of cash.
Barbara: is this enough to risk your life for?
Y/n: i...w-what? Do you think I'm for sale?
Barbara: hm? Oh...hahahahaha No, if you were that shallow I wouldn't be interested I just want to talk, and I'll give you this wad of cash just for talking
Y/n: just for talking? Ok...I'll consider it
You take the card and you head home after hours, it says 7 pm on the back.
Y/n: that wad of cash is tempting...but I can't go there without something Hmmm...
You buy a pack of cigarettes and the guy tells youbsome story about how he did his first pack at 9 or something, you didn't really pay attention. 😒 The important bit is you replaced one with a small syringe disguised as a cigarette wrapping white brown paper around it so it looks like the real deal. You get a lighter too and head to the address, it looks like a night club that you've never heard of, yet is really popular.
