Re: Fashion District: Clementine & Holly
[Holly didn't plan robbing anyone. Crimes of opportunity? They were easier, they took less investment and she'd been working on the whole wallet-lifting thing since that disastrous episode way back in the early year when breaking and entering hadn't worked out so well. She looked the woman over the way she looked everyone over and she'd already figured out that a wallet wherever was inaccessible.
And then the woman took cute as an invitation for babysitting and the warm, heavy weight of the baby was dumped into her (less than open and receptive, more startled) arms. Okay, the baby was cute and close up she was just as clean and pink and expensive looking as Rich Girl was and maybe it was just a Gotham thing, handing off kids like they were loose change. She had experience with babies on her hip, and Holly shifted weigh from arms to slinging the baby over one (very bad-clothed) hip the way she had when she was seven and small and schlepping other kids around institutional halls.]
Babies don't look much like anyone. [Holly had spent way too many hours looking in mirrors trying to figure out whether her chin or her nose was her imaginary mother's or her imaginary father's and she figured all of that meant shit, anyway. People were people but if Rich Girl wanted to believe her baby looked like her, that was okay.
But she followed through the swing of the door into the expensive hush of the department store. It was ritzy, the kind of place where the price-tags were tucked out of view and the name on a scrap of card shoved in the bottom of a pocket was burning through her cheap skirt. And Rich Girl, she called out for help like she was used to people instantly attending her.]
We need [And she read the name off the paper, and watched the salesperson look her up and down, baby and striped legs and boots like people like her didn't know the name of the saleslady every day, and then look at Rich Girl like she was way more this department store's type.]