My Cardboard Balcony

Coffee Date Gone Wrong by Belinda Roddie Took a bite of your companionship and didn't like the taste. You claimed that if that were the case, then I shouldn't have tried it in the first place. Was half-tempted to spill your cappuccino across your pretentious knee, but I preferred to just leave you alone and stranded on your nice guy ranting spree.

Their two fates had been entwined, nothing that could be severed or forced apart. It had been a hundred years in hibernation, but the red shadow was flickering across the city, searching for her long lost love. She had tricks up her sleeves now - her face was swathed in a black mask, her crimson shirt accompanied by the billowing black coat. It was not just to instill fear - it was also to make a statement. She was powerful, and she was in love, two very important factors that were vicious when paired.