Re: Marvel: Rescuing the tiniest Alexander
[Sam had spent a lot of time in this part of town lately. Before, when she'd bailed on Gotham and gone traveling, and it was always easy to score around here. Money was so not fucking necessary. Pimps were looking to turn out girls with a habit, and dealers were happy to trade for some cunt, because they knew the junkie would just be back later. Give them a little candy or whatever, and they'd get a taste and always be a customer.
But she didn't remember this place from her youth. Nah, man, and her 'rents had kept her all locked up for Al. They promised a virgin, and that meant Sam stayed the fuck away from bridges when she was little. There was always a protective brother around, and this shit was all a facet of her recent life.
She saw the spooking in Joey's eyes before he even said anything.]
Hey! Joey. [She knew she sounded different. She wasn't some snotty kid in pigtails, and her voice was too many smokes and too much damage to her throat, but she figured it might at least stop him in his tracks.
She yanked the scarf down from around her mouth, and she crossed into the mouth of that bridge and crouched beside that fucking chair without invitation.] Hey. [Inky blue eyes and hair that was still a fucking mop of messy blonde.] Calm the fuck down, yeah? You know Shane. Look closer or whatever.