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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