Amelia Watson
A lone Phone Boot stands idly in the dark streets of Gotham. A sound could be heard coming from it, cutting through the silence as it rumbles from within. It grew more volatile, cracking from the inside until it erupted completely. Parts flung everywhere as smoke filled the area. Leaving one lone figure standing where the phone booth was--
Cough. COUGH!
"ACK! I CAN'T BREATH!"
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She stumbles off as she fans away the smoke. . . And it appeared to be a girl who's too bubbly looking for a ragged place like this. In fact, you'd even say she does not belong anywhere at Gotham.
She rubbed her eyes before opening them.
"Gooood morning, Metro--"
The girl stopped, slowly growing confused. She was clearly expecting something different. She went to check more of the place out by walking around to see if she's in the right city.
"Huh. So, this is Metropolis." She said with a strained voice. "This is either a really bad neighborhood or Smol Ame lied to me."
As she kept roaming, roaming, and roaming. Watson slowly grew nervous until she bumps into a man giving her weird glares. Once she noticed this, she shot a look back, a little uncertain of his intentions.
"Lady." He spoke, setting Ame into full alarm. "What are you doing this late at night? This is Gotham for fu--"
"Wait. Say that again. . ."
". . . This is Gotham?"
"That. . . THAT LITTLE BASTARD!" She screeched. "Okay, okay! It's fine! Let me just. . . She closed the way back home. Of course."
While Amelia stood there, looking down in silent anger. The man just watched her, trying to catch her attention before poking her in the cheek.
"I'M GONNA KILL THAT LITTLE BRAT!"
"Christ!"