Dylan

"Damn it!" I said, "Stupid computer, it so slow." I shut the purple laptop closed, harshly, and put my head in my hands. I was sitting in my shabby apartment in Gotham, trying to locate that one insane villain I’ve been chasing for years, the Joker. I looked for reports and sightings, but he hasn't been seen in days ever since his last crime.
"Rene, calm down," my boyfriend Kent said,” he'll toon up eventually."
"Whatever," I zei as I shot him a dirty look and ran into my room. I laid on the bed, head facing the ceiling. What if I can't find him, I thought, what if this is just a waste...

“Ouch. That hurt, Dylan.”
“It was meant to.”
He took his shades off, looked t them, and tucked them into the front of his shirt.
“Now. What's the real reason u came here?”
“Call it a shopping spree.”
“Find what u wanted?”
“Still looking, but I saw something I like.”
“Terribly sorry princess.”
Dylan stood and walked out the door. Rylan followed him.
“No need to leave, Spade.”
“It's hilarious.”
Rylan caught up to him.
“What is so hilarious?”
“The fact that u think we belong together because my last name coordinates with your hero name. That is what's hilarious.”...