Leland huffed and stepped away from Marney again. "Superman," he said ruffled that she so blatantly misused his title. "You are not helping things."

Eddie's eyes went wide. "Superman, you hear dis?!" she asked, flailing her little hands at Marney. "She gone and stoled all dat damn money daddy! You gotta give it back missy er Superman and me is gonna have to kick yer butt!"

Leland nodded stiffly. "She's right Catwoman, you need to return that money to the citizens of Blue Ridge School. You're setting a terrible example for the young heroes out there!"

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"You're gonna kick my butt, huh?" Marney asked, smirking. Her hand was already itching to grab her handgun, just in case. She may have been faster than this sluggish oaf, but it was always nice to have insurance. "I'd like to see you try, cutie. I could think of a few other things we could do, super hunk."

Marney just shrugged off Leland's request, "A girl's gotta eat. I never said I was a role model."

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Leland scoffed at her suggestion and put his hand on her face, giving it a little shove. "Back off lady," he growled. "We've got serious business to attend to!"

"Dis is bullshit!" Eddie hollered from his back.

"Well you certainly wouldn't do a very good job of it," he said stiffly. "Perhaps you should find a more suitable career if this," he motioned to her outfit. "If this is making you stoop to stealing from innocent citizens!"

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Seconds after Leland shoved her face, Marney had her gun pressed up against Leland's jaw. "Listen super stud," she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "Put your hands on me like that again and I'm going to have to play rough with you."

She turned her gaze to Eddie and smiled sweetly. "Be a good girl, princess, and grab daddy's wallet for me?"

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Leland scoffed and pushed the gun away from his jaw. "Like that would do anything to me," he said raising an eyebrow. "I'm Superman," he said as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.

Eddie looked at Marney skeptically. "Whatcha gonna do with it?" she asked.

Leland tried to look behind him but couldn't quite get his eyes in the right place. "Don't listen to her Supergirl," he told her before turning his gaze on Marney. "And don't you try to go influencing my daughter in your evil ways."

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Marney glared, her anger flaring up, who the hell did this prick think he was? She was fairly certain that one way or another her hand gun could do some damage to the big oaf. The rest of what was said was lost on her, and with a battle cry, she was swinging the butt of her gun as hard as she could right at Leland's nose.

She felt the impact all the way down her arm, and stepped back, shaking her limp wrist gingerly. "Mother fucker that hurt!" she said, pouting.

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It did hurt and it took all the self-control he had not to yelp when the gun came down on his nose. Blood spurted everywhere, pouring from his nose and dousing the front of his t-shirt in a healthy layer of red. He forced his chin out though and looked straight at her. "Th-that all you got cat-bitch?" he challenged.

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Marney let out a growl and kicked her pointy booted foot upwards in response. She caught Leland right in the crotch, and when her foot connected, she couldn't help but smirk.

"I warned you I'd get rough," she purred, winking at him. "Wanna go for round two?"

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Leland felt himself doubling a little at the kick. He thought he might puke but he forced himself to stand up straight and cleared his throat despite the fact that he just wanted to curl up in a ball. "We... don't... have time... for this," he grunted putting his hands on Marney's shoulders and moving her to the side.

He tried to hobble away a bit. "You are a terrible, terrible person Catwoman."

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"Not so fast, Papa Bear," she said. Her grin widened a bit as she grabbed the collar of his shirt. She loved getting paid. "I believe you still owe me some payment."

She reached into the boy's back pocket and fished his wallet out with ease. "Let's see what we've got here," she hummed to herself as she leafed through his wallet. She pocketed one of the twenties, leaving the rest and sliding it back into his pocket.

"Thanks doll face," she purred, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."

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