....Pays really well...." , he says. Great , another job, you think to yourself, like you haven't done enough for him recently. But , your ego and you... curiosity push you to ask ;" Does that gig have a name ?" Walter Black. A nobody. Works for the Mafia i heard. If your in , which i know you are, then i'll text ya the detail . Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of. “Slow night?” Batgirl asked, over the sound of the engine screaming harder as she pushed the throttle.“For one of us, anyway,” Turning his gaze back to the much bigger screen right in front of him, Batman tried to turn both of their attention towards the business of protecting Gotham. With no super-villains on the loose, this was a great time to go after the city’s organized crime element. Without any costumed thugs to call on for back-up, they’d be in for a hard…“Tell me about it, Batman, you. " With that, John let go of the wrestlers arms so that he stumbled before him, and right before he fell, John grabbed him in a head lock.Leah's heart was racing a thousand beats per minute when she saw he boyfriend fall to the ground with the other player, at first she thought he was hurt, but then John picked him up and body slammed him into the wrestling mat."Ooohhh!" The crowd yelled with surprise and excitement when they heard the loud thump. John had his opponent on the floor, struggling. It came to my mind that maybe they are not traveling together. As I settled in my seat I heard a voice “aap mere seat pe bathe hai (you are sitting in my seat)”.I looked the source of the voice and saw a beautiful young lady wearing white salwar suit.She had a fair complexion and had a decent pair of tits with the right amount of flesh at the right places and more importantly, she had a disarming smile. I could have said no that’s my seat, please check your ticket but somehow I didn’t speak and.