Sighing in frustration at thinking she had actually been into him, Jake strolled off towards a nearby stairway. “Aw, don’t worry. “For one, nobody would believe you,” Selina giggled. “It’s a pretty cool story, actually,” she replied. He’s what this city has been craving for ages: a vigilante savior, turning back the tide of crime and giving criminals something to fear. “She had nothing to do with it,” Jake agreed. “Yes, Detective.”
“Thompkins, eh? But ultimately, the decision isn’t yours. Jake now understood and grabbed onto a strategically placed handle on the wall to keep from falling over. “Oh, um… no,” Selina replied, feeling a sensation of dread wash over her at the direction the conversation was taking. “Yeah, whaddaya want?!”
The door swung open, revealing a large, surly man with greasy hair and a distinct scent of cigarettes and whiskey. Nestling into the crook of his arm, Selina asked, “So, tell me about Jake?
