No one POV:

"And here they are ladies and gentlemen!" Another randomly highered PA announces, as the two walk onto stage. "The Wheeler Twins!" The man says, before making his way off the stage, but not before handing the mic over to Mike. Cue the applause.

But the audience quiets down once Michael Wheeler taps on the microphone, beginning his annual speech. "Welcome, and thank you all for coming to the 10th annual Wheeler Family Charity Benefit since our parents' death. All of your donations help us ensure the protection and safety of all those orphaned in the streets of Gotham. And a special thanks to Hanscom Engineering for making such generous donations every year-"

The eldest twin is cut short from his speech, when his younger brother comes forwards and steals the mic from his hand.

"And I think that's just about enough of that." He says, taking the audience by surprise. Mike, still facing the crowd, talks quietly to his brother.

"RICHIE. What are you doing?!" He whispers, but like always, never receives an answer.

"My brother's a little stiff, isn't he?" Richie starts, making some of the audience members laugh. "Well, at least when it comes to public speaking. Because he's hard as hell when he's in be-" But the trashmouth doesn't get to finish his joke, due to his twin taking the mic abruptly out of his hands. But it's too late, because the audience is already roaring with laughter.

"And I think that's enough of that." Mike says, trying to cover up his embarrassment with a laugh. "Enjoy the rest of the party, folks!" Mike quickly says, though no one is really paying attention anymore, before placing the microphone back in the stand, and dragging his brother off stage.

"Why do you always have to say the worst things, in front of the wrong audience." Mike complains, his brother in tow.

"Well where else am I gonna find a group of people this boring all gathered in one place? They gotta lighten up once in a while." He says with a smug smile on his face.

"Ah, there you two shits are." Steve says walking up to them.

"Hey, Steve? You're a butler, do you know how to get rid of a dead body?" Mike asks, and Richie fakes a gasp.

"I'm not dead yet!" He comments.

"Yeah, yet." Mike rolls his eyes with a crack of a smile tugging at his lips. They may act like it, but despite the constant bickering, the billionaire twins do actually love each other.

"First of all, that's a major stereotype. That 'the butler did it!'" Steve says in a joking tone. "But second, yes, I do. And," Now speaking to Richie. "The press is gonna have a field day with that joke Master R." Steve says, giving Richie a high five.

"Idiots, you're all idiots." Mike complains to himself, making the other two "adults" laugh

"Sure, and I'm not the one who forgot to wear a tie." Richie chuckles, starting to walk off.

"Wh- hey! This is a choice!" Mike exclaims chasing after him.

"Sure, and how's that supposed to help you get any bitches?" Richie winks, leaving Mike to think for a sec.

"What... oh. OH. Richie! Get your horny ass back here!"
"Language! There are children present!" Steve calls from behind them, watching as they goof off with each other on their way to mingle with people. He runs a hand through his perfectly combed hair. "These kids are gonna be the death of me." Steve says out loud to himself.

"Well they're hardly kids anymore." A voice says from behind the tired butler, and he turns around to see who it was. He falters for a moment, as it's a woman he doesn't recognize. A beautiful woman might he add.

She extends her hand. "Nancy Wheeler. Steve graciously accepts it.

"Steve Harrington."

Mike POV:

"Uugh, it feels so good to finally get a break." I say as we step out onto the roof of the wedding venue. It's only been 30 minutes, but when all you've been doing is shaking peoples sweaty hands and saying the same thing over and over again, all you really wanna do is leave.

"Oh it's such a pleasure young man," Richie starts saying in one of his voices. "I remember when you two were just wee babies!"

I grin. "So what are you calling that one?" I ask.

"I call it," Richie leans against the concrete ledge on the edge of the building. "The Little Old Lady Who Wouldn't Leave Us Alone For A Solid Thirty Minutes." He spreads his hands out in front of him, as to add a more dramatic effect.

"You got that right," I scoff, and join him. The view up here really is quite something. Well, all of Gotham is quite something, and not necessarily a good something. It's usually loud, busy, scary; a sense of dread hanging over every street. But right now, it's like a... a sort of peaceful. Well, as peaceful as a city notoriously known for crime can get.

I look down into the streets below, and watch as a younger couple around our age reads through the morning's paper. The wife makes a comment, and the wife points to something on the page. Young love.

"Hey, remember that one like, really really tall dude in that green suit?" Richie asks me.

"Yeah?" I look over to him. "... Why?" I'm scared.

"Well, if he's that tall, how long do you think his-" My dirty minded brother starts, but I cut him off.

"Oh shut up!" I shove him, and he snickers.

"Just saying. OH! Oh my god!" He laughs.

I look back over at him. "What?" I ask.

"Remember that woman?" He's still laughing. "W-With the ha-"

"OH MY GOD THE BIRD LADY IN THE PURPLE SUIT." By now we're both laughing uncontrollably. I move back a little from the ledge. "Oh, young Wheelers!" I say, trying to mimic the old lady's accent. I bow awkwardly towards Richie. "Do you like my hat?" I say, and then pretend to point at a hat on my head. "They're all real, every one of them! This is Pippy, oh! And this one is named Rudolph!" I exclaim, meanwhile Richie is dying of laughter, and has fallen on the ground now. I have tears in my eyes.

"Rudolph?!" He asks, and I laugh harder. "Why Rudo-" He starts to say, but gets cut off by a loud noise. We both look over the edge of the building. An alarm was going off at a store below us on the other side of the street, and bars had come down over the window. Then not second later, two shady figures ran out from the back of the building.

We look over at each other at the same time. "Shall we?" I ask Richie, with a glint in my eyes. Probably the tears, but who knows at this point.

He smirks. "We shall."

Will POV:

Another day, another crime... yay.

This time, Max had insisted we break into a pharmacy in one of the fancier parts of town. Because she said that they would have better drugs, and better products for my 'little experiments'. And while she wasn't wrong, it was still risky and I told her! I told her and now we're being chased by some masked crazy people! To think I told her we should have just stayed home today.

-20 minutes earlier-

"It's right up here around the corner." Max tells me, while I look over my shoulder for like the millionth time. I just have this feeling. That something is gonna go terribly wrong. But the thing is, I've been having this feeling a lot recently... I'm starting to think something is wrong with me.

"There," Max stops at the corner of Hall and Kegsworth, the pharmacy just across the street. She's currently reaching into one of the newspaper boxes on the street, trying to act inconspicuous. I copy her lead, and turn towards her as she holds up the paper, and pretends to skim it

"How many guys is it again?" I ask, turning the page and pointing at a random place on the next page of the paper.

"Just 1." Max tells me.

"Well you guys better hurry your butts up, because there's this guy a few blocks over who just spilled his entire bottle of pills all over the sidewalk." The ever-so lovely voice of Erica Sinclair says over my ear piece.

"Yeah, okay. Just give it a sec, there's people about to pass by." Max says, and then gets into the role of 'newspaper woman'. "Oh, sweetie, don't you think this chair is just perfect for the front room?" She says to me, and I nod along.

"I think the color will go splendid in the space." I add on, trying to sound like a fancy person. Then Max carefully folds the paper under her arm.

"Cameras ready to go when you are." Erica tells us, just as the couple passes us. Luckily they were headed the opposite direction we were headed. She drops the paper and we cross the street.

When we enter the pharmacy, a little jingle goes off as we walk in, and the lone guy working the counter looks up from restocking the shelves. "How can I help you two this lovely evening?" He asks, and it makes me sick how sweet he sounds. Everything in his store is wickedly overpriced, not to mention how he kept glancing over at Max in... that way. The way only someone like him can muster.

"Oh, we're just looking to restock my fiancé's anti-depressants." Max lies, putting her arm on my shoulder. I try not to flinch at the contact.

"Of course, follow me." We follow the man over to the counter, and he steps behind it. "What's the last name on the prescription?" He asks, looking Max up and down. This asshole makes me sick.

"First name Howard..." She leans over the counter, lowering her voice. The man leans too, licking his lips. Perv. "Last name FuckYouPervert." She says at a normal volume, just as she sticks his neck with a syringe filled with purple liquid. "All One Word." The second his body hits the floor, Max runs behind the counter, to get the "good stuff". And I hit the isles. The stuff I need is pricey, and I've been needing more and more of it since Jane and her group came by a few months ago. Oh! And more medical supplies- Fuck, come on Will stop dropping stuff you klutz! Shove it into the bag!

"Guys, T-minus 60 seconds," Erica informs us, as I run towards the other end of the store. I just need gelsemium extract! Come on... come on- Found it! I grab as much as I can, and then make sure to push all the rest to the front to make it look less suspicious. Gotta cover tracks as much as I can.

Guys, 20 seconds left. You need to get out of there." Erica warns us, and I'm already darting for the door. I look over at Max, who is still filling up her own bag.

"Max, come on, just leave it!" I say, trying not to shout too loudly. She rushes to place what's in her hands back at the front of the shelf before sprinting towards me. But as she does, she bumps into the counter, and I hear something fall and shatter. Suddenly, an alarm goes off and bars come down on the door. Oh shit.

"Max!" I call, and she looks around.

"Window in the back." She says slinging her duffle around to her back. I do the same, and follow her into the back of the store. The window is higher up, as the deeper into the pharmacy you get the lower it seems to slow down. Gotta love these old buildings. So it appears just at ground level on the street. Max hurriedly climbs up the shelf under it, and elbows the glass. It breaks easily, but then there's shouting, and I don't need to look back behind me to see that the man has woken up. Once Max has climbed out the window, she extends a hand down to help me up. I'm almost out when I feel a tight grip on my ankle. Fuck.