23 Nov 2018
Mikey leaned over, taking Donnie’s face and nudging him away from the party. Watching him with a smug smile was the cat burglar, sitting on the edge of the roof a few blocks away from him and twirling the necklace around her finger like a toy. She wiggled her fingers in a wave, mouthing a few taunts his way.
“Did she just call you slow and cute?” Mikey asked.
“The specific words don’t actually matter, she’s just making fun of me,” Donnie grumbled, getting up and pushing his goggles up. “Like usual.”