"My fancy penthouse is paid off, Edward, comes from having rich foster parents," She rolled her eyes before moving suddenly, a cloud of smoke erupting around them.
When the smoke cleared, Effie was gone...but so were the handcuffs, but left behind was a small, metal sparrow, the bird staring up at Edward from his knee. Wrapped around one of the legs was a piece of paper with numbers on it...a phone number for Edward to contact his lost daughter.
"You let them go..." Hawkeye said as he landed next to Effie on the roof of the resturant, retrieving hsi arrows from her.
"Yeah yeah, the cuffs broke, oops," she said, rolling her eyes. She fished a pack of ciggerettes from her back pocket, fishing one from the pack. "Ya gonna rat me out?"
Clint shrugged. "Your life, midget. We're not here to play with masks. I'm going for a late dinner, you want?"
Effie shook her head. "I've lost my appetite, I'm going to head back to the motel."
"Keep safe, there are weirdo's out here in Gotham." He said before taking off, leaving the redhead to find her own way to the motel, wondering when...or if her father would call.