TWO

It shone through the glass pane. The thin curtains filled with stains and tiny tears did nothing to suppress the blinding light of the sun.

Selah woke up. Her hair in a tangle and her face stained with the minimal makeup she applied the previous night.

Disheveled she rose from her queen bed and grumbled over to the kitchen at the end of the small hallway of her apartment.

She made herself a quick breakfast before heading back to her room to dress herself and prepare her appearance for her day at work.

Selah had agreed to take an extra shift at the laundromat. Although the weekend shift was not favourable, it was much needed. The extra money would be greatly appreciated, she was barely scraping by even with two jobs.

The girl examined her appearance in the mirror. Her long lashes were coated in mascara accentuating them eminently, her dark curly hair was in a tiny bit of a mess and her dark skin glowed. Selah was actually quite attractive but it wasn't something she directed her focus towards.

Once Selah was ready she headed out the door and walked over to the laundromat.

At the laundromat there was not much work to be done. Laundry was laundry and if help was needed customers reached her by ringing the silver bell on the desk placed in front of the door to the employee only room.

Selah made herself cozy in the employee room. She turned on the small television placed on a shelf along with various pots of succulents and grabbed a cheap 'people' magazine laying on a desk.

Soon enough Selah's lunch break arrived freeing her from dumbwitted questions from costumers and the horrible stench of bleach that lingered in the building.

She hadn't packed a lunch for herself, which was a grave mistake as she didn't have any cash on her. Therefore, she decided to take a walk to occupy her spare time.

She passed various familiar buildings but it wasn't until she passed a small record store that she decided to head inside for a look around.

The store "sonic records" was sentimental for Selah. She had many cheerful memories of her and her father going there on a Sunday afternoon and thrifting through countless records.

Selah was very musical, as was her father. The two shared a passion for the art and often bonded over their love for it. Selah's father had even taught her how to play guitar, a pass time which had been long gone to the girl.

Selah spent some time looking around the store, she came across a record for the band "The Ramones" which she would love to buy if she had even the slightest bit of money to splurge with.

Soon she finished up and returned back to the laundromat, arriving a couple minutes late. She cleaned up a bit, sweeping the floor and cleaning the front desk. Eventually she ran out of things to do and headed to the back room once again.

There the television had been left on the news channel, which happened to be discussing the crime Selah—or as known to most of Gotham as Tyrant.

"A small connivence store was robbed last night by Tyrant. We don't know the masked villains motives but members of the GCPD say it could have been sparked by need for money or simply shear joy." A female reporter on the television said. "Tyrant seems pretty harmless however we don't know how far she is willing to go. This could only be the start of something big."

Selah sighed she wanted to be thought more of than just some loser who committed crimes for fun and extra cash. She wanted to be feared and well respected. She needed to do something that would earn her such, she just didn't have any idea as to what such action could be.

Once her shift was finally over she headed home ready to relax for the rest of the night.

She had contemplated cruising around Gotham as Tyrant but she wasn't in the mood for that tonight. Instead she just turned on the crappy television she had in her apartment and made her self a small meal.