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The Junior Super-Criminals: A Bit of a Mouthful	By : Meowshi Category: DC Verse Comics >no category yet > no category yet Views: 593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE ICEBERG LOUNGE
JULY 11 12:25 AM
"So that's why little miss magician is slummin' down in Gotham. She needs somethin’ pinched..." Romulus mused mockingly from beneath his mask.
There weren't any more chairs available in the room so Nymph spread her hands out from the side of her hips and conjured up a green stool that materialized underneath her. She sank onto it with a miserable expression on her face.
Puffin scoffed at the brazen display of sorcery, "Why do you need our help to steal something? Can't you simply magic yourself into any vault in this city?"
Nymph let her head droop and slumped her shoulders, sighing with dejection. "Not this vault," she said in a low, desperate tone, "It's not like I'm trying to rob a bank or something. I need to get into the Gotham Museum of Curios and Antique Grimoires."
Romulus and Puffin exchanged meaningful looks with one another at this revelation.
"That place is a fortress, kid," Romulus grumbled from behind his white mask, "No one has successfully pulled off a heist job on that place in months!"
Nymph nodded in agreement before continuing, "And that's why I need your expertise. Crime doesn't happen in this city without you two knowing about it."
Romulus and Cobblepot were cunning, but like most insecure young boys, they were also very susceptible to flattery.
"Besides, the entire museum is heavily warded," Nymph continued, "You can't cast a spell within five blocks of that building without having it turn back around on you! My magic would be useless."
"So you need a non-magical team of thieves to break into one of the most heavily-guarded buildings in the city. To get what exactly?" Puffin inquired inquisitively, wondering what could be worth all the trouble.
"An amulet. And before you ask, I don't know what it does or what value it has on the black market. I just know that my mistress wants it," Nymph suddenly leaned close and started whispering, as if she was afraid of being overheard by some unseen force, "She threatened me. Said that if I didn't find a way to get her this trinket, she was going to see me back to Faerie. Without my head."
"My word!" Puffin exclaimed, a look of shock spreading across his fleshy, corpulent features.
"And I thought you had one of the nicer mentors," Romulus mused in a rare moment of sympathy.
Nymph's eyes sank to the floor as she continued, "June Moone is kind, but when The Enchantress takes over her body, she becomes a completely different person. Cruel, unreasonable, and scary."
Although they were too proud to admit it, Puffin and Romulus had also been on the receiving end of threats and abuse from their respective mentors. In some ways, it was even worse for them because their mentors also happened to be their fathers.
Nymph looked at the two young men with a desperate, pleading look. There were fresh tears in her viridian eyes.
"Look I know we aren't friends, and maybe we don't even like each other that much, but we are teammates right? If we don't help each other, then what's the point of the Junior Super-Criminals? Our mentors are violent, sociopathic supervillians. We have to look out for each other because no one else will."
Romulus and Cobblepot shared another meaningful look between each other. They couldn't deny the wisdom in her words.
After some thought, Cobblepot finally declared, "Fine. We shall find you a crew and get you into that museum. Shouldn't be too difficult with our finances and connections."
"Yeah, Gotham City is crawlin' with talented thieves, and they would jump at the opportunity to owe a favor to our families," Romulus boasted obnoxiously.
Nymph's face lit up with delight and she jumped in joy, clapping her hands together. "That's fantastic! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed cheerfully, wiping her wet eyes.
However, the conspiratorial expression on the boys' faces quickly brought an abrupt end to her youthful exuberance.
"This is a very generous favor we’re doing for you,” Cobblepot teased, grinning wickedly. “Now it's time to discuss what you shall do for us in exchange."
Although she didn't like the look he was giving her at all, she nodded her head enthusiastically. "I appreciate your help. I'll do anything."
"That's what I like to hear!" Romulus’ thick Italian accent drawled, "Now you let our entertainment off early. I think it's only fair that you take her place."
Nymph's face blanched in response to the revolting request.
"Y-you can't be serious!" she squeaked out in disbelief.
Cobblepot grinned maliciously, asking scathingly, "Do you want our help or not?" He knew that she had no choice but to say yes.
She stared daggers into the two smirking boys, considering the consequences of turning them into newts. But she knew it wasn't worth it. Committing any sort of violence against a fellow Junior Super-Criminal would mean making war with the entire faction. She was one of the more powerful members of the group, but she wouldn't last long against all of them.
Nymph attempted to blink back her tears as she cautiously crossed the room, gracefully stepping over the damp one-dollar bills that the stripper had hastily abandoned on her way out. She decided that getting up on the podium would be far too humiliating, so she simply stood directly in front of the boys as some sordid music began playing over the speaker system. Wordlessly, she began to awkwardly sway her narrow hips, her movements stiff and uncomfortable.
Embarrassment flooded her cheeks as the two boys snickered at her from behind their fingers. Despite feeling her insecurities bubbling up to the surface, she continued dancing. Nymph was incredibly insecure about her appearance. Because elves matured much slower than humans, she still looked to be about twelve years old, despite her advanced age in terms of actual years. The girl's skin was the color of moonlight and blushed easily, giving her a meek appearance that did not match with her spritely personality. Her elven physiology meant that she was much skinnier than a regular girl and her ribs showed prominently beneath her pale flesh. Her limbs were also much longer and thinner than a human’s, making her seem ungainly and otherworldly.
As she didn't know much about human dancing, she attempted to replicate some of the moves the stripper had been doing before, but she lacked many of the necessary assets to do them properly. Still, she persisted, gyrating to the music and spinning on her heels. She flicked her radiant mane of blonde hair behind her back, revealing her elven ears that tapered into elegant points. At first, she tried to keep her eyes downcast, hiding their vivid green hue from the two boys out of mortification, but curiosity got the best of her, and soon she was making eye contact with them as she danced. Her keen eyes sparkled like emerald gemstones.
The green spandex of her costume clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating every detail of her lithe elven frame. The verdant costume was decorated with golden trimming that sparkled and shimmered in the light as she gracefully bent forward to reach her toes. The thin material of her costume wedgied itself up her backside, revealing every detail of her peachy cheeks. She began focusing on matching her movements to the rhythm of the music, and with every nimble sway and fluid motion, she began to draw in the stares of the boys with her otherworldly grace. As the music continued, she reached for the zipper on her costume and slowly drew it down, gradually revealing more and more of her body. Her slender neckline showed first, then the sharp outline of her clavicle, and finally a brief glimpse of the pale expanse of her flat, featureless chest.
The song abruptly ended and Nymph froze in place, her bashfulness suddenly overcoming her without the momentum of the music to keep her distracted. She looked up nervously at the boys and was surprised to see that their expressions had changed. At first, they hadn’t actually been interested in seeing the girl dance, they had just wanted to humiliate her in exchange for their help. But there was something captivating about the way the girl had moved, as her elven grace was unlike anything they had ever seen before. They had been mesmerized by her performance, and the hungry look in their eyes suggested that they were eager for an encore.
The two of them placed a heavy hand on her shoulders, guiding her down into a kneeling position. She didn't bother fighting them and sank to the ground obediently. After all, the two junior crime lords were notorious for being lecherous womanizers, and she had expected she might need to demean herself further before earning their favor. The shame of what she was doing was written across her face, but she would much rather debase herself for a single evening than face the vengeful wrath of her deranged mistress.
Her tiny hands trembled terribly as she reached for the boys' waists, but she suddenly paused, fixing them with a hard stare. "This is as far as I'm willing to go. If you try to push me into doing anything else, I will make you regret it. Consequences be damned."
The two boys bobbed their heads in agreement, their eyes glimmering with anticipation and lust.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
Real Name: Romulus Sionis
Main Alias: Ghost Mask
Supervillian Mentor: Black Mask
Base of Operations: The False Face Society, Gotham City
Species: Human
Powers and Abilities: Criminal Mastermind, Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced), Firearms
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